<?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-1625142520302760147</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:32:26.122-08:00</updated><category term='wishlist'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='advice'/><category term='songs'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='food'/><category term='gripes'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='discoveries'/><category term='random'/><category term='life thoughts'/><category term='design'/><category term='orientation'/><category term='everyday life'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='cuties'/><category term='boy stories'/><category term='saa'/><category term='entertaining'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='i love my friends'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>..dont worry be happy and smile..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6275819986969176054</id><published>2011-02-06T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:15:33.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkles</title><content type='html'>the stories that keep me going to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch time, my students were serving their own nacho cheese onto their plate. i was reaching over to get something, and the student on my left accidentally got some cheese on my arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes, "UHOH!!" then licks the cheese off my arm! i turn around to look at her and she is staring up at me with these huge eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i couldn't keep a straight face and just burst out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also same kid, i point to a star and ask her what shape it is and she responds, "TWINKLE!!!" &lt;br /&gt;.... "This is called a star..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. love that girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6275819986969176054?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6275819986969176054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6275819986969176054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6275819986969176054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6275819986969176054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2011/02/twinkles.html' title='twinkles'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-2321688786771248487</id><published>2011-02-06T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:09:45.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>new years resolution?</title><content type='html'>my new years resolution was to run 5 miles a week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this would be really reasonable, i could break it down to running just one mile a day, probably after i play basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including rollover miles (meaning if i dont complete my quota, then it rolls over to the following week)... i have 15 miles to run this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i got some work to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get on that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-2321688786771248487?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/2321688786771248487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=2321688786771248487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2321688786771248487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2321688786771248487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-years-resolution.html' title='new years resolution?'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1720250593153027883</id><published>2010-11-01T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:13:02.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teach me how to study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZY5Y8Dg5RU"&gt;all my teachers love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZY5Y8Dg5RU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZY5Y8Dg5RU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1720250593153027883?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1720250593153027883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1720250593153027883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1720250593153027883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1720250593153027883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/11/teach-me-how-to-study.html' title='teach me how to study'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-741167890478126147</id><published>2010-09-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:15:12.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>the working family</title><content type='html'>at the site that i was observing at, there is the cutest korean teacher. i feel really awkward calling her by her first name, cuz i would never do that in the korean culture. but she didnt respond when i just called her teacher in korean, and i dunno what else to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she loves me! and i love that she just immediately loved me simply for being korean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was telling me about her family, and showed me pictures of her three daughters and when she showed it to me she was telling me how she never showed anyone before. she used to teach at a korean school and was the principal there too. she just resigned last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talks to me in korean and i hang in there, and surprisingly she was impressed by my korean! which is funny cuz i suck at it. but i'm glad i understand everything shes saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tells me about her daughters and how shes worried that theyre not getting married. then she asked me if i had a boyfriend, of course i cried that i was still single. she pretended to be surprised, and told me not to worry because she'll find me a husband. HAHA. love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what you call family in the workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-741167890478126147?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/741167890478126147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=741167890478126147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/741167890478126147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/741167890478126147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/09/working-family.html' title='the working family'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5209235987059049477</id><published>2010-09-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:00:48.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>welcome to work life</title><content type='html'>3 weeks of full time working, and i am still alive! its rough working for so long, and not getting to play on the internet haha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coming home to my townhome apt and my own bedroom? i am a big girl now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has such a different feel, and hello i am actually sleeping early. and even more shocking, i'm waking up early. iiiii know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels a little lonelier, but hopefully as i get the hang out it, i can stay in touch with my lovely friends and work out to get back into shape and lose all those extra lbs i hoarded during institute. maybe then it wont feel so different and lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5209235987059049477?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5209235987059049477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5209235987059049477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5209235987059049477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5209235987059049477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-to-work-life.html' title='welcome to work life'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6745213156766491750</id><published>2010-08-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:15:38.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://karishma.me/post/983693946"&gt;&amp;quot;Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many...&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;: "“Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn’t be one of them.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tiffanie DeBartolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6745213156766491750?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://karishma.me/post/983693946' title='&quot;Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many...&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6745213156766491750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6745213156766491750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6745213156766491750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6745213156766491750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/08/anything-less-than-mad-passionate_22.html' title='&quot;Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many...&quot;'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-338816226253411279</id><published>2010-07-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:59:18.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day.</title><content type='html'>today we stood in a circle and talked about what tfa meant to us. why we joined it, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really amazing to hear the variety and different perspectives that everyone took. it takes a lot for me to cry, but there's always something about that weird group dynamic where everyone starts crying, and you don't cry but then when you're on the spot you do and you have no idea why? i dont know how else to articulate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont care, i feel it on the inside, and usually thats the extent to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except the one story towards the end that got me about a child who was in foster care. having worked in a research lab about foster children it hit me in a different way today. and i truly truly wish that child the best of luck, because he is going to go through so much, but children are so resilient and i know he can do it! and i hope he finds that one person that pushes him to be that strong for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i got called out to say something- i was hoping that i could sneak out of it but failed- i was babbling about who knows what. god knows i'm so articulate when i'm put on the spot. haha well let's be real, i'm never really that articulate ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it did make me think, because as i was rambling about my coach and thinking about what he did for me, it made me realize what i was trying to say but just couldnt get my thoughts together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just takes one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one person can make the world of a difference and helps you through the hardest times. and they might have no idea the impact that they have on you. but you can be the one person who gives that student that moment that changes their entire outlook on how the view life. and that one person can be you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so incredible to think how much one person can impact someone, but it's a beautiful thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a pre k teacher chances are i wont be that person. but i hope that i can give a child that foundation of confidence and empowerment to continue on with the rest of their lives open and willing to trust and rely on the support from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for this day to come for a long time... the end of institute and it's here! (well kinda, i still have a lot of papers to write. fail.) but believe it or not, i think i might miss it a little bit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-338816226253411279?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/338816226253411279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=338816226253411279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/338816226253411279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/338816226253411279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-day.html' title='one day.'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7802834773280899573</id><published>2010-07-27T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:06:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you messed up!</title><content type='html'>thursday last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are at circle time. miss laura is teaching and i'm the support teacher for this block. &lt;br /&gt;and she is teaching the letter F. using a white board miss laura draws the first vertical line of F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan yells out from the circle "you messed up!" and points to the board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but burst out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these kids so much. even as I'm sitting back here at the teachers desk working on my lesson plans during my differentiated time, I can't help but overhear them interacting with each other and laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe there is only 3 and a half more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7802834773280899573?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7802834773280899573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7802834773280899573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7802834773280899573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7802834773280899573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-messed-up.html' title='you messed up!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1609006001639319867</id><published>2010-07-11T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:14:14.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyyy soul sista</title><content type='html'>i wanna get a ukelele and learn the hey soul sista and just sing the beginning of it with my class to get their attention. how legit would that be? a girl can dream... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1609006001639319867?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1609006001639319867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1609006001639319867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1609006001639319867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1609006001639319867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyyy-soul-sista.html' title='heyyy soul sista'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3678102089882285153</id><published>2010-07-06T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:05:24.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survived!</title><content type='html'>well i came out of it alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids really are adorable and it was great working with them. in the short time that i had with them, i really did feel like a teacher. there were moments where the kids were so tired since i had them for the last block, it was hard to get them excited, but it was great. my favorite part was outside time when i was ballin it up with a few kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part that broke my heart was during assessments one of the kids kept asking me what my name was, and i kept ignoring him to get through the assessment. let me explain- he is a very lively and chatty little child, but he speaks in spanish and we have this language barrier. so as i kept asking him questions, he was just chatting away. after he left, the facilitator told me he was just asking me what my name was the entire time. fml! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another child who was really withdrawn and quiet the entire day. i tried to stay with him and encourage him to participate with the rest of the kids. i was really excited to see him engage towards the end of the night. it started with him telling me that he wanted to go home, and i told him that he could when he did the activities with the rest of the class. it was quite effective! but i was happy to see him get more comfortable. ;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what we're doing all this for! staying up all night to work on lesson plans that only last 50 minutes... i've been somewhat efficient today so hopefully i get some sleep in the next couple days. cross your fingers and hope for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the support here is just heartwarming. logistical things can be ridiculously frustrating in working with such huge operations because just trying to find the right person i should be in contact with is a mystery in and of itself. not with just tfa, but trying to get help from ucla [really?? i love you ucla but this is a problem- just aap counseling though. seriously!] but getting emails, and cds, and words of encouragement from everyone, being showered with candy and free tshirts, sharing lunches, its all a very loving and caring community and i'm happy to see that support is there and available in something that i could easily get lost in.  so a shout out to tfa for really putting in an effort to make it personal and meaningful. its very comforting to see. especially with everything we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 more days. just 24 more days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i have my own classroom?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually now that i'm a teacher, my blogging (if i do continue this) may have to be restricted to just the people who ask to read it. so i dont expect it to be much, but might be fun. maybe itll be more honest. and dang it, more picture filled. i need to buy a new camera soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3678102089882285153?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3678102089882285153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3678102089882285153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3678102089882285153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3678102089882285153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/07/survived.html' title='survived!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7311406266241881485</id><published>2010-07-05T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:29:02.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>digging deep</title><content type='html'>ive never had so much respect for teachers until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think anyone knows how much work is put into every day of class. even tho they are my first lesson plans, and i'm sure that it will become easier as i work on it, ive spent more time on a 50 minute block of time than i'll ever admit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've discovered that i'm not the ball of hope that my friends are but i'm hoping to feed off their positivity to keep it together. it sounds bizarre but in a time thats so demanding of me and my time and work, despite being surround by some of the most amazing and positive people i've ever met, i've never felt so alone. i want to be able to have that one consistent person in my life that i can turn to every night who will remind me that i'm loved and cared for, and i have that unwavering support.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, i'll have to be more consistent for myself. instead of shifting between days that i feel inspired and invincible, and other days where i feel like breaking down and giving up, this is truly a time where i'm challenged to be consistent for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to dig deep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life will test your capacity to adapt before advancing you.. so, if you’re doing all you can, and the road still gets rough, you’re going the right way. Push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this quote is true, then i am definitely going the right way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7311406266241881485?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7311406266241881485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7311406266241881485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7311406266241881485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7311406266241881485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/07/digging-deep.html' title='digging deep'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3327810586546163254</id><published>2010-06-24T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:45:53.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future nba balla</title><content type='html'>so we went to visit an early childhood education classroom yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we broke out to hang out with the kids, the first one who approached me to share with me his spiderman picture was this lil cutie decked out in a jersey, headband, and wristbands on both arms. of course he knew. ;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was career day, so i asked him what he was gonna be. our convo went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: soooo what were you for career day?&lt;br /&gt;balla: basketball&lt;br /&gt;me: oooh youre gonna be a basketball player huh? &lt;br /&gt;balla: yeah&lt;br /&gt;me: who's your favorite player?&lt;br /&gt;balla: me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. this kid is gonna be an nba all star one day, and i'll be like, i met him when he was in preschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theeeeeeeeeee end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3327810586546163254?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3327810586546163254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3327810586546163254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3327810586546163254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3327810586546163254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/06/future-nba-balla.html' title='future nba balla'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4850028299739595576</id><published>2010-06-21T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:21:32.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>it's been a while! i would love to say that i would be more consistent with this, but the honest truth is i probably wont. but i'll try :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been so much movement in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduating... moving on from being a student to being an alumna, moving on to being a teacher, moving out of my apartment.... (this was really sad seeing my room look so empty!) PS. word of advice, if anyone ever offers to help you move, you ALWAYS say yes. no matter how little u think there might be, there is soooo much more and it is so much heavier than u think. today was miserable because i moved everything by myself. i mean, it was a good workout, but i say bribe your friends with food or something. you'll save so much more time. i'm soooo exhausted. :[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feel like there is a lot of change going on in my life right now, lets just hope that i can handle this new chapter! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully ill update graduation pictures soon! which reminds me, i need to buy a camera... how long has it been since my last one died?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo tired but excited to see what is to come. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4850028299739595576?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4242710464897233525</id><published>2010-03-10T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:57:53.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>kobe</title><content type='html'>this is why kobe is the love of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlrjxjGBGQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlrjxjGBGQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can he be any hotter?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also. matt barnes is a frikken idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. lakers should have won this game!! kobe couldve added on to his lil collection of game winners....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="394" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ep"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/nba/nba/.element/swf/1.1/cvp/nba_embed_container.swf?context=lakers_576x324&amp;videoId=teams/lakers/2010/03/01/100301KobeBryantGameWinners-1244543" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/nba/nba/.element/swf/1.1/cvp/nba_embed_container.swf?context=lakers_576x324&amp;videoId=teams/lakers/2010/03/01/100301KobeBryantGameWinners-1244543" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="388" wmode="transparent" height="394"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4242710464897233525?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4242710464897233525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4242710464897233525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4242710464897233525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4242710464897233525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/03/kobe.html' title='kobe'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4604942524500313490</id><published>2010-03-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:30:26.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>searching</title><content type='html'>i hope you find what youre looking for &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyp309NTXF1qa2txho1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&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/1625142520302760147-4604942524500313490?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4604942524500313490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4604942524500313490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4604942524500313490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4604942524500313490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/03/searching.html' title='searching'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-339391051987834214</id><published>2010-03-03T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:35:00.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;back in the day when i used to love the hills, i remember i thought heidi was sooo adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;seriously, look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/3/0/3/1/6/orig-130316.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then 10 plastic surgeries happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/wenn5429988hm__oPt.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 615px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this makes me soooo sad! ok, so to be fair, this is probably not the best picture of her but dude, is this for real life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder how she feels, and if she ever looks back at how she used to look and thinks, "what have i done" or if she is really happy with the way she looks right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sad... :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1625142520302760147-339391051987834214?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/339391051987834214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=339391051987834214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/339391051987834214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/339391051987834214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/03/heidi.html' title='heidi'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3187357876563488616</id><published>2010-03-03T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:19:44.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><title type='text'>too adorable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this puppy is absolutely precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4251412065_851a28f740.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3187357876563488616?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3187357876563488616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3187357876563488616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3187357876563488616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3187357876563488616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-adorable.html' title='too adorable!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4251412065_851a28f740_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8525635551192982371</id><published>2010-03-03T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:20:53.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>reader</title><content type='html'>so ive just discovered google reader, and my what cool lil gadget it is. so even tho i dont have anything substantial to say, i might just be blogging a lot more with some pretty pictures or random things that i like. just cuz.. i can :]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/tumblr_kw095997Jk1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 606px;" src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/tumblr_kw095997Jk1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyldv8PZS91qa2txho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyldv8PZS91qa2txho1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/dy40zk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/dy40zk.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8525635551192982371?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8525635551192982371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8525635551192982371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8525635551192982371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8525635551192982371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/03/reader.html' title='reader'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/dy40zk_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4868053214041100856</id><published>2010-02-25T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:50:13.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>fired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/02/24/rhode.island.teachers/index.html?eref=rss_topstories&amp;amp;utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed:+rss/cnn_topstories+(RSS:+Top+Stories)"&gt;"All Teachers Fired at Rhode Island School."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may seem hypocritical since i am making judgments too and i feel like i have the best understanding behind the decisions that were made... but at the same time, i feel like there could have been better alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could understand where they were coming from. ultimately, i think everyone has the right intentions in trying to do what they think would be best. and sometimes, drastic measures are necessary to get the point across, because there are people who just don't listen otherwise. i know there are people like that and sometimes that is the best option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that they did exhaust all the other options and provided the support that was necessary to do what is best for the students there. resources are tough, and sometimes it is hard to ask for people to do the right thing and help people when they have to sacrifice their own time and energy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what upset me most tho were the really ignorant comments after the article. i didn't read too far down, but there were a couple comments that were basically discriminatory comments about people needing to learn English. and then, people *liked* it!! wouldn't it be nice, if we could all embrace the diversity that we have here, that is so special to us, and then learn from each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's be real. i'm sure we've all been in a situation when we were frustrated because we couldn't understand someone because of their accent or something. and we just wished that they could speak English more fluently. but that frustration shouldn't be channeled into the hate for that person. the frustration really lies in the struggle to understand and communicate with that person and shouldn't be attributed to that person as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult to learn a new language! and for all of us who have taken a foreign language in high school or college, we have to remember that uncomfortable feeling of trying to learn a new language and awkwardly avoiding speaking in that language whenever possible and faking it when asked to converse in that language so that we only used our couple go-to phrases when the teacher passed by. i would be so sad if i went to korea or something and tried to speak in Korean and everyone hated me because of my terrible accent even though i could probably get by...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line with the whole situation in this article is that there is a lack of understanding and respect- understanding of each others: needs, demands, intentions, etc. and lack of respect for everyone's time, work, culture, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was just really depressing to read, and i really hope that we can learn from this situation for the future. find out what effect this has on the community, students, teachers, administrators. could there have been another option that would've been more beneficial for everyone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my proposal: let's just like everyone at first! then save the hating for the people who really deserve it. haha just kidding, no one deserves to be hated. but if ur personality clashes and you just get really annoyed or someone did something that you really disagree with, you can just hate them for that. :] cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4868053214041100856?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4868053214041100856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4868053214041100856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4868053214041100856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4868053214041100856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/02/fired.html' title='fired.'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3586831144044634779</id><published>2010-02-14T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:02:25.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentines day</title><content type='html'>happy valentines day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutest lil music video that i found...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valentine by kina grannis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a funny lil cartoon strip that i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/you_hang_up_first.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 740px; height: 288px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/you_hang_up_first.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i find the strangest things so entertaining. anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky for me i have the all star game to look forward to on this lovely day. and black day is in 2 months! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~ and happy valentines day everyone! especially you love birds. and for everyone else, i love you! and remember, dont worry be happy and smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3586831144044634779?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3586831144044634779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3586831144044634779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3586831144044634779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3586831144044634779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentines day'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6676241446966991662</id><published>2010-02-13T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:23:02.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><title type='text'>birthday festivities</title><content type='html'>just for funsies, i thought i would look up what i wrote in my blog for my birthday last year. last year was the first year that i went with the whole- whateves i'm just gonna invite people to celebrate my own birthday cuz its my birthday and i want to see my friends! i had this strange issue with planning my own bdays cuz it felt so self centered, but got over it last year. so instead, i had a bunch of birthday dinners and i was totally satisfied because i got to hang out with everyone that i loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year i had no need for that validation and just rolled with the punches... and this year i just realized how truly blessed i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful for my committee, bodyssey, and saa. being that it was hansies birthday, i wasn't expecting a balloon (which was super exciting!) and brownies. so delicious. from bodyssey. special love for erika my mentee who baked the brownies and got the balloon! then during our committee meeting, i was so happy and proud to see that my committee got together to make mini lil collages for hansie, me, and alice- my bday buddy. i was really touched. :] love my committee and bodyssey. and loved all the fb birthday wishes from saa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful for basketball... and ninja fish! we had our game the day before my birthday and won! which remind me... i wonder when our playoff game is... anyway. i'm excited cuz i got a mini floor burn- which is really not that exciting being that it was really pointless for me to get on the floor for the ball, but really i just did it cuz i thought it would be fun, and floor burns are so satisfying. i had a block and a layup! but missed all my jumpers T.T anyway it was really fun and shamooria also made a shot and it was a great one! so proud. [i am however, not thankful for dsu who said he was gonna show up but then didnt. haha totally kidding. i just figured u might be reading this.] anyway our game was pretty late but ended early cuz we were winning by so much. in hindsight, i feel like we shouldve asked them if they wanted to keep going (cuz they clearly did) for funsies even if they werent reffing us cuz when i asked the guys who like came on right after our game ended if we (the girls) could stay on and play they said no. apparently after 11:45, they do half court games. i was really confused and just left. haha. so that was an epic fail, and then i turn around and there were these beard papas! i love those! courtneys so silly she made me sit in the mushpot with the beard papas, so she sang to my back while everyone else was singing, haha, but it was a really sweet gesture from my ninja fish girls. of course this was a lil early cuz it wasnt quite midnight yet, and then julia wanted to sing again at midnight. silly girl. anyways, i'm so thankful for allygator, tank, nemo, jellyfish, shamooria, jenny, karina del ray, allison, and unagi. :] i wish i had a camera to take a picture. before ims end i have decided we'll take a team picture with our bomb diggs tshirts. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for my roomies- esp hil who left me a pretty note and brownies waiting on the dining room table when i got home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful to alyssa and ron, and even the coed bball teammates who also wished me a great birthday! thank you for being such amazing friends- and the fruit tart dessert was absolutely delicious. i was so happy to see that alyssa was back on the courts and was sad that i couldnt play cuz i had the welcome meeting for spring sing. but it was cool cuz robyn was shooting around and had to go to that too. it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for all of my friends who sent me texts, calls, and fb messages and wall posts for my birthday. it just made my day perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i'm so thankful for my fellow ocs. they planned a wonderful surprise dinner at amis- i guessed they were planning something as marie told me to keep my evening free and rachelle mentioned something about a restaurant while on the phone with other peeps who were in on this... i really had no idea where and who would show up, which was exciting :] haha i feel so oblivious when tom was like, did you see us? cuz apparently i passed by tom and omar and didnt even notice. whoops. thank you to marie, who bought a really cute scarf at kaitlyns then decided to blind me and turn me in circles, rachelle, julia, ashlee, casey, dennis - who is practically on ostaff anyway, tom, omar, matt, nick low, and ale for coming to dinner! omg and can i just say, fried ice cream at amis = heaven. so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs198.snc3/20547_305685766466_621811466_4010434_7392133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs198.snc3/20547_305685766466_621811466_4010434_7392133_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look a picture! lucky for me ashlee had a camera and took a picture so i can include it! haha. so afterwards, i stopped by palominos, and the rest of us were going to casey and dennis's apt to play super mario, band hero, and just hang out. this was where the surprise really set in cuz we always just hang out. it never really crossed my mind that we would still be celebrating my birthday. but low and behold, someone said "it's time" and they all started singing happy birthday again. i was soooo confused. jenn gave me a red velvet crumbs cupcake (i've always wanted to try crumbs so this was a pleasant surprise!) with a lakers decoration on it. it took me all day today to finish that. sooo delicious. anyway, they gave me this present and told me to open it... so i did... and it was the complete series of friends!! so basically, my friends are absolutely CRAZY! i cant believe they did that.. i dont deserve this! i was so surprised... this is so unbelievable. my bday card was also all of our oc pictures framing the friends. so thank you to everyone who pitched in for that. i've already watched the entire first season -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for my mommy who sent me the cutest text message - which she sent all by herself - and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i am just so thankful for my friends and family who are in my life - i love you all soo soo much and will never forget this feeling of bursting love whenever i am sad or having a rough day. i am so appreciative and touched and i just dont know how to put it. i'm not the best in expressing it in words, but i hope everyone knows how thankful i am to have you in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also thanks for all the desserts. if u dont recognize me when u see me next cuz of all the weight i gained, now you now why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone for the best birthday ever :] i'll never forget it! a cherished memory for years to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6676241446966991662?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6676241446966991662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6676241446966991662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6676241446966991662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6676241446966991662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-festivities.html' title='birthday festivities'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6702540412719272458</id><published>2010-02-03T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:07:07.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><title type='text'>rip camera</title><content type='html'>this is what i learned in school today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the groundhog saw his shadow, so we have 6 more weeks of winter. (also be expecting rain this friday/saturday!) &lt;--- this lil tidbit i learned on my own time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dating world in america broken down by race, asian men were at the bottom. hahaha i thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be discouraged asian men! we still like you :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my camera died. like for realsies. now here's the big issue with my life. even tho i cant buy a camera now, for the one that i'll be saving up for: the camera that i had had a 3" screen, so i just cant bring myself to downgrade. but all the cameras now are like 2.5" or 2.8" -- there was only one camera that i found that is 3" screen and its super expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for saa today, bod decided to surprise them this week to thank them for all their hard work. we had a committee competition, and as far as i'm concerned, SCC did work and won it all! (minus the rock papers scissors tournament). winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats the end because its not even 2 and my eyes are hurting cuz theyre so tired and wanna sleep. gnite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6702540412719272458?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6702540412719272458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6702540412719272458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6702540412719272458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6702540412719272458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-camera.html' title='rip camera'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-102438482482803152</id><published>2010-01-28T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:00:08.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>i am overwhelmed with life right now! there is so much going on. but the thing is, i'm not being really good about handling the stress this time around. i dont know what it is exactly, cuz last quarter i was pretty good about it. i was productive, and this quarter i'm falling back into wasting time and stressing about things instead of just getting things done. after this week of death, i think i just need to refocus and get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the one thing that keeps me sane and happy is basketball. even tho i'm not even good, it's just the one thing in my life that is so consistent in keeping me happy. and this year i am so happy to say that i'm surrounded by girls that i love with all my heart, and even made some new friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/S2FRE_UHLlI/AAAAAAAABsA/C8Y9C-Pl6uQ/s1600-h/ninjafish3-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/S2FRE_UHLlI/AAAAAAAABsA/C8Y9C-Pl6uQ/s320/ninjafish3-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431711771742645842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute is our lil logo? i cant wait to make our tshirts! sometimes i wish that i can just go thru the motions of school, but not have to worry about homework or tests. how nice would it be to just learn, for the sake of learning, because were interested in the subject matter, without any pressures of grades and life. and just talk about it in a discussion about what we learned. share the knowledge with our friends. a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok really. i need to go read for my midterm now. gnite! err.. gbye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-102438482482803152?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/S2FRE_UHLlI/AAAAAAAABsA/C8Y9C-Pl6uQ/s72-c/ninjafish3-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8950546041045917614</id><published>2010-01-07T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:22:50.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>who says</title><content type='html'>who says i cant be free&lt;br /&gt;from all of the things that i used to be &lt;br /&gt;rewrite my history&lt;br /&gt;who says i cant be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23zPTxMiuHA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23zPTxMiuHA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a fresh start, amazing friends and family, transition to real life, (great music), and a new year. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8950546041045917614?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8950546041045917614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8950546041045917614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8950546041045917614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8950546041045917614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-says.html' title='who says'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7452863873570229946</id><published>2009-12-19T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:38:09.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>the present is a gift</title><content type='html'>why does it seem as tho all the tragedies always happen during the holidays? sometimes it takes the passing of someone that you really admire to jolt you back to reality... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;altho i wasnt very close to sasan, i feel so privileged to have had the opportunity to work with him, and even in the little interaction that i had with him, sasan had the ability to make me laugh. he is one of the funniest and genuinely kind people i have ever known and am just blown away by the impact that he has on the ucla community... my heart goes out to all of his close friends and family... i think he would be really happy to see the love that surrounds him that brought everyone together... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a tribute, here are some of my favorite skits that sasan was involved in creating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzmagOcvL8M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzmagOcvL8M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTrc-kaDRQI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTrc-kaDRQI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TukvKyphEyU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TukvKyphEyU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for all the laughs sasan, you'll be missed so dearly. hearing all the stories at your vigil you were not only talented and charismatic, but so deeply caring for everyone around you. i hope that i can learn from you and share the love i have for my friends and family the way that you were able to share yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the present really is a gift and something that we often forget. so as the new years is approaching, i hope to try even harder to show and tell all my loved ones how much i really care about them too because i dont think i would ever be able to forgive myself if i didnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in conclusion, i love YOU and thank you for being in my life and making it better. and i genuinely mean that from the bottom of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&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/1625142520302760147-7452863873570229946?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7452863873570229946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7452863873570229946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7452863873570229946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7452863873570229946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/12/present-is-gift.html' title='the present is a gift'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5713165652528465247</id><published>2009-11-22T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:51:33.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>beware new slang</title><content type='html'>in case you are ever in a similar situation, here are some tips when talking to young hipsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it is just one tip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:48:13 PM Jane Park: DAMN SKIPPY!&lt;br /&gt;5:48:33 PM Suz Park: what&lt;br /&gt;5:48:37 PM Suz Park: whos skippy&lt;br /&gt;5:48:38 PM Suz Park: whats going on&lt;br /&gt;5:48:59 PM Jane Park: sister you must not be gangster if you do not understand my terminology.&lt;br /&gt;5:49:03 PM Jane Park: damn skippy = damn straight&lt;br /&gt;5:49:07 PM Jane Park: urbandictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaa. apparently i am neither G nor down with the new slang. just saying. now you've been warned. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5713165652528465247?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5713165652528465247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5713165652528465247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5713165652528465247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5713165652528465247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/11/beware-new-slang.html' title='beware new slang'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8598596107242993050</id><published>2009-11-15T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:31:56.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>omarasaurus</title><content type='html'>2:28:46 PM Omar Qureshi: gg&lt;br /&gt;2:28:57 PM Suz Park: im gonna kill u omarasaurus&lt;br /&gt;2:29:05 PM Omar Qureshi: k&lt;br /&gt;2:29:08 PM Omar Qureshi: im extinct already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. frikken omar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8598596107242993050?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8598596107242993050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8598596107242993050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8598596107242993050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8598596107242993050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/11/omarasaurus.html' title='omarasaurus'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5963067972669831335</id><published>2009-11-15T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:53:52.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>week of happy things</title><content type='html'>this week was definitely an eventful one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it started with the all saa retreat! it went by so fast this year... i'm gonna be honest... i sorta wish it was a bit longer! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hot bodyssey... waiting for pictures to surface on fb where my eyes arent closed -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14566_506343080158_290700188_197515_5192600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14566_506343080158_290700188_197515_5192600_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior class cabinet... the loves of my life this year *heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14566_506343090138_290700188_197517_313183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 397px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14566_506343090138_290700188_197517_313183_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first we set the standard with this bit that megs choreographed. it was so fun! altho, i failed at it miserably, but we had a good time and that's all that matters right?? of course i'm saying that being the one that messed it up. hahaha fml. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15869_896753661336_2541158_50560779_1005049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs091.snc3/15869_896753661336_2541158_50560779_1005049_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches &amp;amp; cream, lip sync domination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14566_506343174968_290700188_197534_5190110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs058.snc3/14566_506343174968_290700188_197534_5190110_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our very attractive saa this year :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14566_506343125068_290700188_197524_4091808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 462px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14566_506343125068_290700188_197524_4091808_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14566_506343130058_290700188_197525_8268057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 454px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14566_506343130058_290700188_197525_8268057_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun times at valley trails~ then i came home and k.o.ed to the max. i took a "nap" at 7:30pm and didn't wake up until the next morning. clearly i was exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i heard from teach for america... i'm gonna be a preschool teacher in los angeles! i can't believe it. i have a job for the next two years! a new chapter of my life is about to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. was at the opening of how the grinch stole christmas at the pantages theater and even tho we were a bit late... it was so amazing! the last time i was there, it was for the lion king. i just love the pantages, i wish i could watch every show that is ever shown here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. uhh... ok. back story. my favoritest jeans have disappeared and so ive been on the quest to buy some new jeans... and basically, that happened this week. we'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that it is already the beginning of week 8. ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5963067972669831335?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5963067972669831335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5963067972669831335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5963067972669831335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5963067972669831335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-of-happy-things.html' title='week of happy things'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7049259733785560095</id><published>2009-11-08T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:05:30.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>adorables</title><content type='html'>i went to the korean market today with my mommy and as we were walking in i saw this family. this girl was clearly a daddy's girl, she was definitely old enough to be in grade school, so she wasn't a baby. but her dad was carrying her and she was just sleeping, but she woke up and was looking around. and the mom was like, oh now that you're awake, you can get down from dad now and walk with us. and she looked like she had a moment of panic, and immediately just let loose and pretended to be fast asleep. it was the most adorable thing. my story telling does not do this cute little girl justice. hahah anyway, the end. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7049259733785560095?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7049259733785560095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7049259733785560095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7049259733785560095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7049259733785560095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/11/adorables.html' title='adorables'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4975515870563539315</id><published>2009-11-01T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:05:11.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>finally! a workout!</title><content type='html'>i finally ran/walked 3.56 miles today on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a new beginning! i better be consistent with this workout thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. but that felt good. my goal is to work out every day for AT LEAST one mile. but i have to be realistic. baby steps baby steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4975515870563539315?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4975515870563539315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4975515870563539315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4975515870563539315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4975515870563539315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-workout.html' title='finally! a workout!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-938647683170105862</id><published>2009-10-25T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:56:02.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>bodyssey outta control</title><content type='html'>so for the all saa welcome day, meghan choreographed a lovely dance routine for bodyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and this is what it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hidm3-xom9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hidm3-xom9I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha props to megs! it was a lot of fun and i learned some new dance moves. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-938647683170105862?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/938647683170105862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=938647683170105862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/938647683170105862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/938647683170105862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/10/bodyssey-outta-control.html' title='bodyssey outta control'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-246631084376908245</id><published>2009-10-17T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:29:40.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><title type='text'>my new committee</title><content type='html'>just this past tuesday, we had the welcome meeting for saa... after long days of interview and selection, it was an amazing feeling to see everyone come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs275.snc1/10220_506074024348_290700188_189102_318932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs275.snc1/10220_506074024348_290700188_189102_318932_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;along with this, my committee came together and it was such a magical feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10220_506074049298_290700188_189106_751602_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10220_506074049298_290700188_189106_751602_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my, aren't we an attractive committee! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably scared them a little bit being so overly excited about them and gushing about how much i love them... but really the feeling is indescribable. when everyone came together, it sounds so cheesy but i just felt like i was bursting with love for them and i couldn't contain my excitement for the coming year! isnt that just ridiculous? i cant get how the constructs that we create in our minds have such a meaningful impact on our emotions.. its just uncanny. but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are off to an amazing start already and i have high hopes for us as a committee. i cant wait to make some life changing friendships and see them grow and share my heart with them. and on top of that, i cant wait to take scc to the next level and making it unforgettable for the graduating senior class this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first committee on saa, d12 the 40th, that i was on that changed my life and i am so eternally grateful. i hope that i can be half the director to my committee that flo was to me and our committee and inspire this years' saa to be as caring and passionate about developing new relationships and making our organization better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just so happy and couldnt have asked for a better committee. i hope they like me! i hope that i can be a good director to them! and i hope they know that i genuinely love them with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hoooorraaayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10220_506074054288_290700188_189107_3585825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10220_506074054288_290700188_189107_3585825_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let the wild rumpus begin. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-246631084376908245?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/246631084376908245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=246631084376908245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/246631084376908245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/246631084376908245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-committee.html' title='my new committee'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1432953629187165303</id><published>2009-10-11T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:26:30.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>my new apt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its my new apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to upload some pictures cuz i just bought some stuff to decorate-&lt;br /&gt;it was a long time coming but now im glad that our apt is finally coming together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right when you walk in you see our lovely dining room! i just bought the hanging and the welcome mat that matches so i'm super excited about it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_506056394678_290700188_188759_5573899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_506056394678_290700188_188759_5573899_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our beautiful living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056384698_290700188_188757_7703791_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056384698_290700188_188757_7703791_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with the cute decor on the end table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056379708_290700188_188756_6150836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 462px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056379708_290700188_188756_6150836_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our tv and the entertainment center! with our picture frames on top! we also have a karaoke thing that were gonna break loose soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_506056389688_290700188_188758_2485519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 548px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_506056389688_290700188_188758_2485519_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so entering the bedroom... of course we have our signs just like the dorms! haha good times. evening appointment anyone? come on in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056399668_290700188_188760_1128788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056399668_290700188_188760_1128788_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our hallway before you enter into the bedroom room part... congratulations to those who made it onto my wall! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056374718_290700188_188755_512177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056374718_290700188_188755_512177_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then my wall with my name signs and pictures of course... this wall probably has everyone i ever knew on it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056369728_290700188_188754_6313585_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 427px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_506056369728_290700188_188754_6313585_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bed!! looks so comfy i wanna sleep in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_506056364738_290700188_188753_7303293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_506056364738_290700188_188753_7303293_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end! and i know i live further than westwood, but yalls gots to come over to play and have peanuts and board game nights! yay cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1432953629187165303?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5183062708099746536</id><published>2009-09-24T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:21:01.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>sf road trip</title><content type='html'>finally, all these planned road trips are happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with the road trip [or flight] to cornell and NYC during spring break which was amazingly fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a couple weeks ago, we made it up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;san francisco&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and get ready to read one of the longest posts ever... i must say i am quite impressed with myself for taking the time to do this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho it may seem that its not much of a road trip considering we all live in socal, i've been meaning to go for ages... but schedules always conflicted or plans just fell thru. so i'm really glad that it turned out great! as rachelle kept calling to make sure "are you guys still coming??" it made me so happy to say YES with such assurance. yay. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t day 210-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started with our drive to stockton to say hi to my lil sis at uop. on our drive up, we saw animals! and i love animals, so as i was driving, i made sure to have julia take pictures. we got some great views of a couple horses butts. nice. i had to slow down to like 60 mph to make sure these pictures happened. win. on taking the pictures.... and possibly a fail on the actual pictures of the animals? haha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to BEST LUMPIA restaurant, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love lumpia&lt;/span&gt;. but as we sat there, we realized that none of the filipinos were with us! that was my fail. i was so excited about eating lumpia that i didnt realize we were going to an authentic filipino restaurant and didnt know the dishes. but its ok, we managed and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882627908_290700188_182641_4455779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882627908_290700188_182641_4455779_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had to be sure to get gas before the sun sets because apparently stockton is a very dangerous area... hahaha good times. i'm glad we got out of that one safely, whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1- [yes, we have day 1, 2, and 3..... haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onwards to rachelles beautiful home next to the lakes- where we found blue and "funny shaped" fire hydrants. that was more exciting than you would think. we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast at omelet house &lt;/span&gt;which was DELICIOUS!! a million thanks to the sico parents who so generously got us breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882667828_290700188_182649_1414798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 498px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882667828_290700188_182649_1414798_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off we go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pier 39 and fishermans wharf&lt;/span&gt;. we got owned by the sf winds, and then got to watch the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sea lions&lt;/span&gt;! omg. so exciting. their lives are so simple and wonderful! they swim, then hop onto different lil planks, and then they play with each other, or waddle on top of each other to cuddle. once in a while the ones getting stomped on will holler, but for the most part they seemed unphased. it was super entertaining. i love animals. i wanna go to the zoo so i can do this all day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882702758_290700188_182656_5922816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882702758_290700188_182656_5922816_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this we made our way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghiraRdelli square&lt;/span&gt;... forgot about that R did you? it happens. but having visited the ghirardelli square in real life, i dont think ill ever forget! :] we walked in and they gave us a delicious square with caramel filling... this was so delicious. but we decided to wait on actually buying the chocolate cuz were smart and didnt want it to melt, so we moved on with our city exploration, and decided to come back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882732698_290700188_182662_6671055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 421px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882732698_290700188_182662_6671055_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got our wonderful one day passes for the trolley!!! and we were on our way to visit chinatown. as rachelle very seriously reminds us to keep our eyes peeled as once we start seeing chinese characters, we have arrived in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinatown&lt;/span&gt;. altho, we realized this wasn't too vital since the trolley driver guy yelled, CHINATOWN STOP- so we just got off then. we saw julia [aka pikachu] everywhere. oh and pandas as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882767628_290700188_182669_231686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 494px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882767628_290700188_182669_231686_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505882742678_290700188_182664_7583719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505882742678_290700188_182664_7583719_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we walked thru chinatown, we end up at union square with all the shopping! we had a light snack at starbucks, took some lovely pictures, then decided to ride the trolley back to fishermans wharf for dinner and souvenir shopping since we planned on spending the entire day at union square the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trolley&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to hang on the outside, which was the best decision of our lives because it was so amazing and fun! refreshing and a tad nippy, but soooo worth it. we had an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing view&lt;/span&gt; going up and down the hills and seeing the city from on top of the hills were just breathtaking. and then there was the guy on a trolley running the opposite direction and wearing a backpack- i hear someone yell, "WATCH OUT" as i saw it coming toward us... i hugged the pole and barely missed the hit from the backpack, but rachelle and ashlee had no such luck as they both got whacked by it. hahaha. but adds to the experience i suppose. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882737688_290700188_182663_4587226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 446px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882737688_290700188_182663_4587226_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did our wonderful souvenir shopping and all got matching picture frames [yes, we are that disgustingly cute] and had dinner at ciopottos? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cioppinos&lt;/span&gt;? i forget. but i said it wrong when i was there, and i still dont remember the name other than the fact that it was delicious. everyone got clam chowder, and i got a massive bowl of pasta that- by the time i was done with it- looked like i didnt make a dent. funny while we were eating, we were like looking at places where we can take the picture and it would look cute, but after we finished dinner we just peaced out. it wasnt until we were walking back [cuz we backtracked for souvenir shopping] and we were like wait a minute... we ate there... and we should take a picture with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882802558_290700188_182676_5340435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 489px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882802558_290700188_182676_5340435_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we make our way back to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghirardelli square&lt;/span&gt; and took more pictures in front of the sign, had some delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;, and was on our way home. we were very tempted to use our all day passes to ride the trolley just back and forth, but rachelles parents came and said theyll drive us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882837488_290700188_182683_5257621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882837488_290700188_182683_5257621_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were going and guess wut we find? the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;windy flower path &lt;/span&gt;that we kept seeing at the souvenir shops so we were like, omg we have to get out here and take pictures. so we get out, and then realize that no one is around to take pictures and it is so dark that nothing comes up in the pictures. but we try anyway and tried to take pictures ourselves, except rachelle fails and gets everyone but me! haha but no one knows that cuz i was so perfectly cropped out, i was then ordered to come to the front so that i can be in the picture... so rachelle got a lovely picture of my forehead. haha it was entertaining nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882862438_290700188_182688_1081002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882862438_290700188_182688_1081002_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a guy who was skateboarding down the windy path which was quite impressive [we all huddled to the side when we heard the noise thinking it was a huge car, and then saw this guy skateboard by] and on his way walking back up on the staircase on the side we asked him to take a picture for us which was great. then we run down the windy road to get out of the way of what we think was a car [but it was the skateboarder coming down for round 2] and then when we got to the bottom wondered why we didnt take the stairs on the side made for people. it was more fun running down the windy road i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we go home- of course we ko-ed in the car. but once we were at rachelles, we had our lovely fix of snerds aka the new version of peanuts. one of my favorite snerds moments: everyone is shuffling so you hear the back to back snaps of that shuffling sound as all of us somehow managed to shuffle all at the same time. the timing was really perfect. so as we all one-by-one shuffle our cards i am following the noise to see everyone and their shuffling, and then i end up at rachelle who was at the end of the circle and she was just sitting there holding the cards looking really confused and trying to shuffle but failing miserably and i just burst out laughing. i wish it was video-recorded and this probably makes no sense but i dont think i will ever forget the visual so when i read this years from now i think it will always put a smile on my face. win. oh and btw, we were playing with our new san francisco cards. :] oh and sanrio needs to like start selling cards again with hello kitty and pochacco on them. boo, i am so sad that i lost my decks that i got as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wake up to an amazing filipino breakfast that was sooo incredibly delicious and just thinking about it now i still wish i was born filipino cuz they have the best food ever. that and debuts which i think are so cool! i want one, its like a mini wedding. anyway, jenn stumbles in after we were done eating, but it was really entertaining to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way out, we took some pictures at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lake that surrounds rachelles house&lt;/span&gt; under a pretty gazebo, perfect for oprom pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882867428_290700188_182689_4097123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 446px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882867428_290700188_182689_4097123_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to union square, took some lovely pictures, and shopped! our favorite. we also attempted numerous times without success to take pictures in the elevator... don't really remember why we did this... but we had a fabulous lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lori's diner&lt;/span&gt; thanks to alyssas recommendation. worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882897368_290700188_182695_5959700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 423px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882897368_290700188_182695_5959700_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882907348_290700188_182697_3040571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882907348_290700188_182697_3040571_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882902358_290700188_182696_8038383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 482px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882902358_290700188_182696_8038383_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home, i was telling rachelle about puppy chow, aka muddy buddies aka snowman poop so we decided, were gonna make it! we came home and then passed out for like 10 minutes and then decided to go to the grocery store because we kept snacking and wasnt hungry enough to go to a restaurant in redwood city and it was getting late. so we made a quick stop to come home and find a gourmet made for us by momma sico. so of course we ate it, had food coma, talked for hours, and eventually got to making our snowman poop [by far my favorite of the 3 names]. after all this we were all pooped - see what i did there? and then we ended up snacking some more, playing some peanuts while we waited for rachelle, and then watched 17 again with zac effron. oh yea we did. i forced myself to stay awake for this one... why i still dont know. haha but now i can say i saw that movie. if that ever comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marie joined us this night, we passed out, and we were ready for our day 3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking, i dont quite remember what we did for breakfast this day. and then i realized, its because i slept thru it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so this was our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bridge&lt;/span&gt; day, and luckily there was no fog when we got there cuz the first two days there was lots of fog. so we got to the bridge, took some adorable pictures, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made our mark&lt;/span&gt; on this wood fence/bench thing, got owned by the sf winds again, then we were on our way to sausalito, which is a cute little town outside of the city with a great view of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505882947268_290700188_182703_7071088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 454px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505882947268_290700188_182703_7071088_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882962238_290700188_182706_6676563_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 223px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505882962238_290700188_182706_6676563_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505883022118_290700188_182717_7286108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505883022118_290700188_182717_7286108_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sausalito, we had lunch at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horizons &lt;/span&gt;which was very delicious again, (i think i used the word delicious like 82 times in this post alone) it had an incredible view too cuz we were like on the water. it was hot, so we were avoiding the sun, but we all got free ice tea which was nice of the waiter. i hate ice tea, but the gesture was really nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505883067028_290700188_182723_8356015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 355px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505883067028_290700188_182723_8356015_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sausalito&lt;/span&gt; was just a really gorgeous cute little town- it wasn't too crowded and there were cute little shops, it just reminded me of a lil beach town. beautiful scenic views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505883086988_290700188_182726_1156669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 409px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505883086988_290700188_182726_1156669_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505883077008_290700188_182724_5824737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 530px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505883077008_290700188_182724_5824737_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our drive back, we also saw a car with holes in it, which we thought was noteworthy. we passed out in the car again- now that i think of it i dont really remember a car ride where we were actually awake. then we got home, said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbye to rachelles lovely home&lt;/span&gt; and departed during traffic hour. hahaha. we would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505883121918_290700188_182732_231807_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 586px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505883121918_290700188_182732_231807_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the scenic route back as we took the 101S all the way down instead of the 5, and we stopped in slo for some food and we ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roundtable &lt;/span&gt;where we got a free pizza. yum. that was really good pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505883136888_290700188_182735_4032705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 420px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505883136888_290700188_182735_4032705_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got home around midnight i think, and that was our lovely trip. hopefully, more fun trips to come. next trip i want to make: snow! ive been to mt high once, which i dont know if that even counts as a real encounter with snow. so a trip to a big bear or mammoth or something i think would be really exciting, so until then! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5183062708099746536?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5183062708099746536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5183062708099746536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5183062708099746536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5183062708099746536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/sf-road-trip.html' title='sf road trip'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5870688955075496252</id><published>2009-09-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:35:30.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'>o prom aka banquet</title><content type='html'>altho it seems like it was years ago, i'm still slowly updating the big events from summer... the big finale was o-prom! [drams] not nearly as fun in a boot, but of course another o-mazing experience. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres rox- the lady who made it all happen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773306988_290700188_178916_6894079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773306988_290700188_178916_6894079_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so some of the pictures from banquet- you would be surprised at all the creeper photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creeper photo #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773297008_290700188_178914_4226414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773297008_290700188_178914_4226414_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creeper photo #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505756700268_290700188_178638_6186508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505756700268_290700188_178638_6186508_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres another creeper photo with me and rubes, and mike in the background, but i guess i didnt upload it, and at this point i'm too lazy. so you can use ur imagination [or find it on fb haha] but heres a nice one with mike and rubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505773381838_290700188_178931_318644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 548px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505773381838_290700188_178931_318644_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have goofy with ari and edwin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773331938_290700188_178921_4465929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773331938_290700188_178921_4465929_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing colin the best in africa *fart noise* :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505773421758_290700188_178938_6373497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505773421758_290700188_178938_6373497_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my fave peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773341918_290700188_178923_7559384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773341918_290700188_178923_7559384_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anythony and i are the same person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773401798_290700188_178935_7285851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773401798_290700188_178935_7285851_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah and so are me and jenn... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505773321958_290700188_178919_7829509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10518_505773321958_290700188_178919_7829509_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773326948_290700188_178920_6059019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505773326948_290700188_178920_6059019_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know im a narcissist im essentially in every single picture... and i probably look the same in all of them. ANYWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5870688955075496252?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5870688955075496252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5870688955075496252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5870688955075496252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5870688955075496252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-prom-aka-banquet.html' title='o prom aka banquet'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6631083876196204475</id><published>2009-09-13T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:17:45.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><title type='text'>toss and turn</title><content type='html'>i realized it takes me a while to fall asleep... i toss and turn a lot. is this normal? maybe it is the new apt, it sometimes takes me a while to get adjusted. but what helps a lot is listening to some soothing music before i sleep, such as john mayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer it wasnt a problem i fell asleep in like a minute usually. and once im asleep, i can sleep foreves. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today, there was like 10 cop cars and helicopters that passed by our apt. wonder what that was? we tried to watch the news but nothing was there. seemed like a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sleep time. i think ive wasted enough time. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6631083876196204475?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6631083876196204475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6631083876196204475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6631083876196204475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6631083876196204475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/toss-and-turn.html' title='toss and turn'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3943306914163483820</id><published>2009-09-13T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:40:03.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>private?</title><content type='html'>i'm considering making my blog private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason it feels weird like i'm writing to the air. sometimes i think dude, no one ever reads this. this is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then other times im like, omg. someones reading this. and judging me [dsu!] and i feel all self conscious not that it matters but i'm not writing anything profound or literary or thought provoking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just thoughts. maybe thats wut i'll do. but in the meantime, as long as i am procrastinating during my summer, i'll upload some pictures of some nights out! where did i leave off? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3943306914163483820?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3943306914163483820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3943306914163483820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3943306914163483820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3943306914163483820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-conscious.html' title='private?'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7854070949872611956</id><published>2009-09-13T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:19:28.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>water is life</title><content type='html'>so apparently youre supposed to drink 8 cups of water a day. does anyone ever drink that much water?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i drank an entire bottle of smart water [which is 24X more water than i normally drink. probably more than that cuz i dont think theres that much water in juice.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i looked at it and it is 1 qt. which is 4 cups. which means i only drank half of what i am supposed to drink in a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to exercise like running cuz i havent been able to in foreves. maybe if i did that i could drink more water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im excited to be going to norcal in a couple days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on my teach for america application and despite the fact that some people dont think that i will be able to handle it because it is obviously a very challenging experience, i think that it would be one that i need to go through and i really think that i can contribute and make a positive difference. after all the years of thinking that i just need to work toward getting a job that will pay me a lot, i realized that all the jobs that i love to do dont pay like that and it finally doesnt matter. i thought that money would make me happy but i really think that im going to stick with what i feel is my calling. and i know that sounds so incredibly cliche and stupid, but i actually feel like something was lifted off my shoulders. i feel lighter and actually so lucky to know what i want to do now. it was a long time coming, but i'm already imagining how i would be as a teacher. is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one step at a time. uhh, finishing my application would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and our apartment is slowly coming together. we have internet now! and tv! and decorations are slowly going up... will post pictures of my apt soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7854070949872611956?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7854070949872611956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7854070949872611956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7854070949872611956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7854070949872611956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/water-is-life.html' title='water is life'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8714291514698244698</id><published>2009-09-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:58:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snl jamba juice skit</title><content type='html'>my favoritest snl jamba juice skit that i havent seen in forevers and i always refer to it and no one knows what im talking about... but i found it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid9.photobucket.com/albums/a56/chrisdazzo/SNLJAMBAJUICE.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie portman is hilarious and i love this so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much history with jamba having worked there and getting it for our students this summer... haha... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8714291514698244698?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8714291514698244698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8714291514698244698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8714291514698244698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8714291514698244698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/snl-jamba-juice-skit.html' title='snl jamba juice skit'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-2162611999965483782</id><published>2009-09-07T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:58:38.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>evolution of midnight munchies</title><content type='html'>because i love the midnight munchies and it always takes me a while to find it on youtube, i decided to put it on here so that i can always come here to listen whenever i want! the evolution of midnight munchies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with the original with stu and scott sia in 06-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNlNU4k1BLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNlNU4k1BLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remixed in 2008 with casey, christian, stu, scott, and kendall and chipotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UtKqWFTQc0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UtKqWFTQc0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some lovely additions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss the girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BjZkv4aqYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BjZkv4aqYA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the still of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-BVpeQ6WRo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-BVpeQ6WRo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this year in 09 we have the new midnight munchies, starring casey, cespedes, mike anderson, john, and kendall and yogurtland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... which i cant find but will find later ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found stand by me which is the addition this year that i love- its so amaaazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAxfcjKCcOw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAxfcjKCcOw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its all in one place. hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time we have a reunion we should make the boys perform... ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-2162611999965483782?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/2162611999965483782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=2162611999965483782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2162611999965483782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2162611999965483782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/evolution-of-midnight-munchies.html' title='evolution of midnight munchies'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8844773354372516234</id><published>2009-09-07T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:43:33.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><title type='text'>delete</title><content type='html'>there has to be a way that you can block the delete button from going back on web browers cuz i dont know how many times i have accidentally pressed delete to delete something that ive inputted, but then it goes back like to past webpages and then i lose everything and its really annoying and there has to be some sort of child lock or something so that i dont do that! if i want to go back, i will deliberately take my mouse and do it! rawr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8844773354372516234?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8844773354372516234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8844773354372516234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8844773354372516234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8844773354372516234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/delete.html' title='delete'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8619403345316971695</id><published>2009-09-07T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:12:17.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'>o-dizzleland</title><content type='html'>the next fun event after vegas was disneyland! [as my updating spree continues]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505797623258_290700188_179823_7287459_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 375px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_505797623258_290700188_179823_7287459_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our very awkward picture. i actually have no idea why they kept telling us that we couldnt smile. the picture we took after this i failed cuz i definitely smiled when no one else did. i thought we already took our non smiling picture. anyway fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we continue on with our disneyland adventures, riding on lots of fun rides. first up was space mountain-we all had to be careful around casey cuz he gets motion sickness and was ready to show us the "technicolor yawn" any moment so when everyone went to star wars afterwards, a couple of us decided to sit out cuz that wouldve been a bad combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are shopping around and they now have like a lightsaber bar where you can create your own lightsaber! so ari and casey decided to have a lightsaber battle [since we all know they are incredibly manly and cool]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669365288_290700188_174975_4692942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669365288_290700188_174975_4692942_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went on the buzz lightyear ride! ive found that instead of straight up battling, i tend to be more successful when i take the defensive approach in blocking the other person from shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505669669678_290700188_175006_1801661_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505669669678_290700188_175006_1801661_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that didnt help me too much this game. maybe i shouldve focused more on my own shooting. next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505669415188_290700188_174984_1032143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 447px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505669415188_290700188_174984_1032143_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love engineers and i wish i was one! haha i just love this picture so much ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669435148_290700188_174988_2006687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669435148_290700188_174988_2006687_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sorta split cuz we wanted to watch the aladdin show- this was great cuz my foot was starting to hurt anyway and i love it! its like a broadway show.. for free [kinda] at disneyland. and they always have fun new jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while we were waiting, rachelle marieezy and i decided to ride the hollywood tower of terror. we were holding hands for dear life, but it was super fun! now that i think of it tho, im sad i missed california screamin cuz that is my favoritest ride at disneyland. but thats ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which: ace of disneyland- apparently all of ostaff was riding california screamin and since casey wasnt going to ride it, he had the camera to take the picture of all of them as they are about to zip off into the ride. but as casey was trying to figure out what was wrong with the camera and everyone trying to motion to him to get his attention, casey realizes that the cap was on the camera and as he looks up everyone is off on the ride. i thought that was hilaarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the girls at the hollywood tower of terror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669440138_290700188_174989_5807660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669440138_290700188_174989_5807660_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the aladdin crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669480058_290700188_174996_791233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505669480058_290700188_174996_791233_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another omazing experience with the people that i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505669490038_290700188_174998_5098330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505669490038_290700188_174998_5098330_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww all this orientation updating is making me sad! this was really an incredible summer with some amazing people... even tho i'll still see everyone, i'm gonna miss walking down the hall to hang out with everyone and not having to think about anything else but orientation and spending time with each other. its unlike any other experience ;] thanks ostaff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8619403345316971695?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8619403345316971695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8619403345316971695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8619403345316971695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8619403345316971695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-dizzleland.html' title='o-dizzleland'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6033909675165361829</id><published>2009-09-06T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:03:36.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>big people</title><content type='html'>driving home today at like 2:30am in fullerton- there are like no cars out. i saw like maybe 3. i feel like in la there are so many more cars out. its just funny how different it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with friends from hs today made me think... its been 4 years since we graduated.. ive know these people for 8+ years... we talk about jobs and house and car payments... what people are up to.. it just makes me wonder what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;everyone up to these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even hanging out with my hs friends, reena mentioned the idea that people just come and go... how we only hang out with people who are around us... i had a completely different view on friendships cuz even though i didnt hang out with my friends from hs consistently, i always considered them as my friends. but it is true that we only hang out when we all happen to be in ftown and rarely even call each other to catch up because we get so busy during the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems impossible to be able to keep in touch with every person that we meet and like. is it true that people just come and go? it seems depressing to think of it that way for me anyway, altho reena didnt think of it as a bad thing at all but merely a fact of life. c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we that lazy that we cant keep contact with our friends consistently? or are we so busy that we cant make time for the people that we love? when do u make the connections with people that are strong enough to keep in touch consistently? do lifelong friends really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me think of all the times i threw around the phrase, yeah, we'll hang out soon or lets do lunch! and never really following through... i dunno if i have any lifelong friends but i really feel like i need to try harder in following through and keeping in touch with the people that i truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me feels confused and discouraged in the idea that people are just around to appease me as a social creature, and another part of me is hopeful that i'll make some really meaningful friendships [which i still think i do have] and continue to make them stronger... even this summer i feel like i have legitimately kept in touch with many more people than the summer before... and that makes me happy. i really hope that it continues even after school starts ;] and i still do think that even though my hs friends i dont see them as consistently, i love them with all my heart and thats constant no matter how often [or rarely] we see each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6033909675165361829?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6033909675165361829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6033909675165361829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6033909675165361829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6033909675165361829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-people.html' title='big people'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7949663891604246849</id><published>2009-09-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:35:31.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people watching</title><content type='html'>im at barnes and nobles using their free wifi cuz it was way too hot to stay at home. i havent been here since like high school. i cant believe thats like... 8 years ago... o my gawwwdddd. how things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. where did all the chairs and sofas and tables go??&lt;br /&gt;2. these girls look like they are 12 and wearing clothes that make me wonder... does your mother know what you are wearing?? or do you have a change of clothes that you stuff into your backpack and like change in a parking lot or something? does your mother really know what you are wearing??!!&lt;br /&gt;3. today was supposedly the first day of school? maybe second. do these kids really have something to study? i dont ever remember studying the first couple weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;4. i initially thought i would have noticed more changes, but i didnt. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i just feel so so old. its so bizarre. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7949663891604246849?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7949663891604246849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><title type='text'>welcome to orange county!</title><content type='html'>so i was driving home today and on the freeway they are like adding a couple lanes on the 5 which is great- its been under construction for a while. but for the first time today as i was driving home, i noticed theres this huge like welcome to orange county sign... which i never noticed before! it has to be new. anyway i was amused. and i wanted to do a double take, but i had already passed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone is driving to the oc, you should look out for that sign. i was definitely amused. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had a picture of it, i would insert it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to have internet access. [dont have any at my new apt yet. boo!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sleeping pattern is definitely messed up again. fml. today, i was somehow so exhausted that i fell asleep around 10:30pm. woke up around .. i dont even know. 3:30am? left for the oc around 4, and have been up since. its 6am and im wide awake. eughh fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1481652756590677902?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1481652756590677902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1481652756590677902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1481652756590677902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1481652756590677902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-orange-county.html' title='welcome to orange county!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8355019363271831438</id><published>2009-09-02T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:32:01.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'>goodbye terrace</title><content type='html'>today was the day... that everyone moved out of rieber terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room.. 814B and all of the lovely memories in it...&lt;br /&gt;btw, my pic wasnt crooked, it just looks like it cuz of the angle that i took it in! that bugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4n0AdgmyI/AAAAAAAABoY/Emt704hFK6M/s1600-h/IMG_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4n0AdgmyI/AAAAAAAABoY/Emt704hFK6M/s320/IMG_5486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376778779557403426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bulletin! and all of the notes ;] sadly, half of them disappeared cuz someone erased my board halfway thru the summer, but i have the second half here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4nz1SEDII/AAAAAAAABoQ/fLtHluR2k04/s1600-h/IMG_5487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4nz1SEDII/AAAAAAAABoQ/fLtHluR2k04/s320/IMG_5487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376778776556604546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4n03y1JNI/AAAAAAAABog/AUuTm6YDGog/s1600-h/IMG_5488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4n03y1JNI/AAAAAAAABog/AUuTm6YDGog/s320/IMG_5488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376778794410779858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the colored version of my page in our banquet book... basically i failed and did it horizontally. sorry bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4nzbeTnDI/AAAAAAAABoI/Za1OBSdnkuY/s1600-h/Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4nzbeTnDI/AAAAAAAABoI/Za1OBSdnkuY/s320/Collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376778769628634162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4nywCooOI/AAAAAAAABoA/_Jw4ZYdwZNE/s1600-h/Collages2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4nywCooOI/AAAAAAAABoA/_Jw4ZYdwZNE/s320/Collages2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376778757969846498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today was a long day moving out and coming home, but ill have to update more later and load pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was unaware that people actually read my blog, other than dsu. altho he prob doesnt anymore, but then u never know cuz hes the ultimate creeper... ;D haha and by people, i mean shannon. oh hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its nice to look back on and remember, so i need to get back on it and write down every random story i can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho the busy-ness of summer orientation is over, i have a lot to do in the next week or so! i need to make a list of the things i can remember of the top of my head and get these things done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do in the next week:&lt;br /&gt;X*set up cable/internet &amp;amp; utilites at the new apt&lt;br /&gt;*move in and settle/organize into the new apt&lt;br /&gt;*application for teach for america&lt;br /&gt;*application for grad school for next year? still deciding...&lt;br /&gt;X*saa bod project plan and reports&lt;br /&gt;*nccts work projects&lt;br /&gt;X*upload pictures&lt;br /&gt;X*call transportation &amp;amp; ask about parking permit&lt;br /&gt;*follow up on direct deposit&lt;br /&gt;*update my mailing address on everything&lt;br /&gt;X*fb group and events for ostaff&lt;br /&gt;*plan socal reunion&lt;br /&gt;*orientation unfinished business&lt;br /&gt;*update blog on the entire summer&lt;br /&gt;*road trip to norcal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 3 more weeks until school starts. altho one week ill be in norcal, and the week after that i feel like school would already start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i think about it, im kinda sad that its over. i was sad before, but it wasnt too bad cuz i figured i'll still see everyone and itll be fine. and... now im sad i cant open the door and listen/melt to jam sessions and hang out with big toe or have sleepovers on a whim or have people come in just to chat or just be around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i loved last years staff, i think this year was a summer full of amazing new friendships and i cant wait to see what the new year has in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socal dinner soon... guppies it is!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. can we ball soon dangit!!! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8355019363271831438?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8355019363271831438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8355019363271831438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8355019363271831438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8355019363271831438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-terrace.html' title='goodbye terrace'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Sp4n0AdgmyI/AAAAAAAABoY/Emt704hFK6M/s72-c/IMG_5486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3730236926558315845</id><published>2009-08-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:14:47.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>vegas! ;D</title><content type='html'>got back from vegas this weekend and it was glorious~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt win any money cuz i didnt gamble. nor drink [much]. or swim... and i was wearing my hot cripple boot. so why was i in vegas? to be with my friends and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i DID shop tho, and bought a hot dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ii.armaniexchange.com/ArmaniExchange/images/en_US/local/products/detail/thumb/2202.10639.7460.010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 194px;" src="http://ii.armaniexchange.com/ArmaniExchange/images/en_US/local/products/detail/thumb/2202.10639.7460.010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really like it. i have to go exchange it tho, cuz the smallest size in vegas was too big for me, but theres one in south coast so hopefully i can exchange it this wknd when i go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we arrive in vegas- room 1834A in caesars forum shops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612199848_290700188_171170_3771886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 530px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612199848_290700188_171170_3771886_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so wut do we do in vegas? go to the TOY STORE haha. and they have a whole dedicated section to ugly dolls! love the uglies, and i was suckered into buying OX who doesnt listen with his ears, but he will hug you with them because he loves you. and i got the purple one cuz purple was my favorite color! and i was so conflicted cuz bop n beep is my favorite ultimately, and i just bought ox cuz he was a limited edition. and then ally came to visit yesterday and she got me BABO! she is such a sweetie and now ox and babo are friends ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505612229788_290700188_171176_2175065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 525px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505612229788_290700188_171176_2175065_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we run into more ostaff in the forum shops, and take a lovely group pictures, cuz thats where its at. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612214818_290700188_171173_6043650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 410px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612214818_290700188_171173_6043650_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we decide its time for BUFFETS cuz its vegas and thats what you do in vegas. the sea bass was soooo good. i love how i had one plate [i swear it was LOADED with food] but then i was in food coma for a good hour. before i could even get up to get more food. and when i thought i was ready to get up, i took a sip of my cranberry juice, and i had to go back to square 1 and wait another 30 min before i can get up. liquids fill you up fast! then i had the suggested sea bass from julia, and i was all commenting on how it was cooked perfectly, and she goes, yeah its cuz theres so much fat in it you cant really cook it wrong. hahah fail. but it was still delish! i wish i had started with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612349548_290700188_171200_4317475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 345px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612349548_290700188_171200_4317475_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then people split for clubs and watching love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biegel did a great job getting in, after the bouncer tried to stop him... haha basically~ he didnt have dress shoes, so they wouldnt let him in. and he was standing on the stairs. and we didnt know what to do cuz we were in front of him and ready to go in. so we are figuring out if we should leave with him. then he literally flies/jumps into line with us. we thought we were all gonna get kicked out, but this other guy approaches us and asks us if hes with us and we say yes, and he just stamps his hand and he got in with us. oh the best part, he asked him to tuck in his shirt and hide that gold chain/medallion he was wearing. -_- it was hilarious. oh biegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505612404438_290700188_171211_5862049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 488px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505612404438_290700188_171211_5862049_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612429388_290700188_171215_3004768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 569px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612429388_290700188_171215_3004768_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then some of us found each other at the bellagio to watch the show.. which was nice as always :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ps. this is where marieezy died because she jumped down on the heel of her shoe and got a fatty bruise at the bottom of her foot. to the left of nick low and casey. haha poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612434378_290700188_171216_2448858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 490px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505612434378_290700188_171216_2448858_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;overall, a wonderful success. the bus didn't catch on fire or break down, and there was also air conditioning [to an extent] many rooms were upgraded- like the penthouse suite??!! 20 dollar trick apparently really works. we had the cozy one bedder. and julia made a bed out of chairs/couches. engineer. win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3730236926558315845?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3730236926558315845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3730236926558315845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3730236926558315845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3730236926558315845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/08/vegas-d.html' title='vegas! ;D'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5766335480057625589</id><published>2009-08-08T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:45:54.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'>o-lympics 09</title><content type='html'>today was the wonderful o-lympics! it was really fun, i wish i couldve contributed more! but i video recorded everything so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad cuz when i was at ashe last thursday, all i thought about when i was waiting [cuz thats what you do when u go to ashe] was that i wouldnt be able to do o-lympics this weekend! sigh. i want to run around and play too! poops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough with the debbie downer- olympics was a wonderful success and lots of fun. the engineers dominated, but south campus didnt do so bad themselves! i love how this team exploded cuz sam, mike a, and i just sorta added on late- hoorayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505543871778_290700188_168064_5824632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 525px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5960_505543871778_290700188_168064_5824632_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the end of the day, engineers got 1st place, south campus got 2nd place, humanities got third place and social sciences got fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505543866788_290700188_168063_5218295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 373px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5960_505543866788_290700188_168063_5218295_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now off to back to back freshmen sessions, vegas, and disneyland in my lovely fashion statement boot. if i get an awkward tan line i think i'll cry. haha. jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5766335480057625589?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5766335480057625589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5766335480057625589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5766335480057625589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5766335480057625589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-lympics-09.html' title='o-lympics 09'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7477776979892595958</id><published>2009-08-07T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:28:18.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>effing traffic</title><content type='html'>so i decide to drive home tonight and it was the worst sequence of events ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually, it started out great cuz casey was nice enough to give me a ride to my car, and julia was a sweetie and kept helping me carry my laundry and running up to get my keys cuz basically i failed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then once i got on the freeway it was all downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roadblock #1: traffic on the 10... there was construction or something i guess so everyone had to merge onto 2 lanes, which really backed things up. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get on to the 5 and i think i am home free. boy was i wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roadblock #2: there was some crazy accident of some sort... usually they back u up for like 20-30 min until you pass it and you're fine. but this one took forever to get thru. i dont remember ever sitting in traffic for so long ever. it really took foreves. and when i was passing by, the car had run into the divider and it was on a tow truck but upside down or something.. i didnt really see it cuz i wanted to keep it moving (unlike other cars! rawr.) but there were lots of cleaning up and heaps of sand on the freeway.. strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i finally pass this i think, hooray! i can finally go home. i was wrong. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roadblock #3: the freeway was closed at artesia. from 12am to 4am. if there was no traffic, i wouldnt even have hit that. so i had to go off the freeway, and drive around on local streets until i got home, following them darn detour signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ride home from ucla is usually around 35-40 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight it took me an hour and a half to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. a ups truck cut me off. uhh rude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7477776979892595958?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7477776979892595958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7477776979892595958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7477776979892595958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7477776979892595958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/08/effing-traffic.html' title='effing traffic'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1890344300198546339</id><published>2009-07-26T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:51:45.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'>black &amp; white</title><content type='html'>i cant believe that the summer is passing by so fast- we are already at 205/208 and 105/111... nearly halfway thru. after a 6 day work week, i finally had the chance to relax and essentially go into hibernation for the wknd. transfer freshmen transfer is coming up, and that- i think- is even harder than the 6 day week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been putting up pictures of my students right after the session this time so that i can better remember everyones names... and altho this year i remembered to make a name sign in my room for my transfers to sign, i forgot to take a picture with every session. so thats sad. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a much needed party was hosted by amber, stacy, and alison at the end of our 6 day workweek on friday- the black and white affair. i got there late, but it was fun to see everyone let loose and unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacy- my other bitchy korean half, hosting an amazing black and white party! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs156.snc1/5840_505415563908_290700188_162749_6668154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs156.snc1/5840_505415563908_290700188_162749_6668154_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sober sistahs! (and brothers) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5840_505415379278_290700188_162712_6913703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5840_505415379278_290700188_162712_6913703_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely marieeezzyyy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5840_505415414208_290700188_162719_2169719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5840_505415414208_290700188_162719_2169719_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my talented girls rachelle &amp;amp; marie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5840_505415538958_290700188_162744_6225997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs136.snc1/5840_505415538958_290700188_162744_6225997_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGACY!! (that means she was my student, and now she's an oc with me!) oh how i love my cronkers- so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs156.snc1/5840_505415389258_290700188_162714_6948921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs156.snc1/5840_505415389258_290700188_162714_6948921_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for vegas coming up so soon! this summer needs to slow down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1890344300198546339?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1890344300198546339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1890344300198546339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1890344300198546339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1890344300198546339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/07/black-white.html' title='black &amp; white'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5814664763064291713</id><published>2009-07-13T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:13:27.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>knee curse</title><content type='html'>so a couple days ago, kenny came and visited me to ball and i was super excited cuz i havent had a chance to play basketball in a really long time cuz i have been so busy and the hours are so limited in the summer! (boo.) i played on a different court but when i came back to watch, i saw kenny and this other guy collide-- kinda like that sprite commercial where they run into each other and burst into water-- and he was on the floor and i was all worried and scared but we ended up having a full body work out in the gym and then had delicious thai food afterwards. pad see ew is so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the next day was a 17 hour long day transfer session (i had check in) so there was no time to ball. but the day after that, i was excited to have some time to play a lil bit. so alyssa came out and since by the time we were both ready wooden was closed, we decided to play a bit at saxon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first it was scary because there was a massive amount of lil kids doing some basketball camp. but it brought back good memories for me from when i coached at the boys and girls club. ive been meaning to find out if there are any boys and girls clubs nearby, i think it would be fun to volunteer there on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway one court was open, and since alyssa came out we just shot around. we played a round of lightning, and the coach was nice enough to end his camp early so that we can play. it was funny because as the kids were leaving the boys just took off to claim a better court. as alyssa and i were walking over, the coach approached us. at first we were super scared because we were like, what did we do! are we in trouble? but he came over and gave us some words of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coach was telling us that as girls, we need to let the boys down easy and not play so hard because guys have really fragile egos, and theyre not as tough as they seem. at first i was really confused, but then he said he saw us playing the knock-out round that we were playing right before, and since we were the last girls left and all the boys got knocked out, he was referring to that. it was really cute that he was joking around with us like that, and i was laughing so hard. what a cute little coach! so intimidating, but loves to joke around and boost your ego. he reminds me of the varsity coach at troy... good memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we were playing and alyssa hurt her knee too :[ so now i feel like i am cursed or something so dont play basketball with me or else you may get hurt. but not really because i want to play basketball and i want to play with my friends. so feel better and stop getting hurt and thats the end. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5814664763064291713?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5814664763064291713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5814664763064291713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5814664763064291713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5814664763064291713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/07/knee-curse.html' title='knee curse'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8185529712477853031</id><published>2009-07-13T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:18:57.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>challenge accepted</title><content type='html'>so what seemed like months ago, ostaff did the challenge course. and there was this one where we had to climb up on this super tall pole and jump - it was called the leap of faith. and i didnt think i could do it, but basically........ i did! haha long story short. so that was really exciting and i was glad i pushed myself to do it. i felt like i was on top of the world.. or at least on top of this pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs086.snc1/5052_824312154696_2533131_47385489_7801084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs086.snc1/5052_824312154696_2533131_47385489_7801084_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me! in my super cool hat. and harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one other one where you had to go with a partner and walk across this rope... we didnt get across to the other end so i definitely want to try that again and finish it! challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of the summer, we have 3 transfer sessions out of 8 done, and 1 out of 11 freshmen sessions done. starting 102 (the second freshmen session) tmrw and i am excited! altho, i wish i had fallen asleep earlier. but i figured while im up, i can update something cuz its been ages! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8185529712477853031?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8185529712477853031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8185529712477853031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8185529712477853031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8185529712477853031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/07/challenge-accepted.html' title='challenge accepted'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1547657598701981101</id><published>2009-07-01T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:30:05.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'>sad blog</title><content type='html'>dont have time to update anymore cuz i never get the chance! so thats sad. maybe ill tweet more instead. microblog. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but session 201 was today and it was interesting... def a long day but will hopefully get to relax this weekend with the fourth of july and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being sick doesnt help, but this cough/flu thing thats spreading amongst the oc's is deadly. i havent felt this sick in  really really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to sleep now and make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have an amazing day and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1547657598701981101?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1547657598701981101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1547657598701981101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1547657598701981101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1547657598701981101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-blog.html' title='sad blog'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-371908491189783510</id><published>2009-06-24T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:31:14.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>oranges</title><content type='html'>oranges are super delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wut deters me from eating more oranges is the fact that they are so hard to eat! i have to peel them- which is not an easy task mind you- and then get rid of the seeds.. i think for me it takes me longer to get the orange ready to eat than it takes me to eat it! altho i guess that can be unfair because by the time that orange is ready to eat, i am craving the orange so bad that i eat it super fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dlkAw43cLC0/SUGJZ70r7sI/AAAAAAAABuM/0OM0-Kfe7DU/s800/05-fruit-and-vegetable-art-orange-thumb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 451px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dlkAw43cLC0/SUGJZ70r7sI/AAAAAAAABuM/0OM0-Kfe7DU/s800/05-fruit-and-vegetable-art-orange-thumb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how long do you think it took to peel and make this?? impressive? i havent decided. obviously they used a knife. cheating! haha jk. maybe just bitter that i dont have one to peel my oranges up here in the dorms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rlxf3T9Z9U/SMo2gcJHCdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wEr_KvzzWLU/s400/Orange+animal+arts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rlxf3T9Z9U/SMo2gcJHCdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/wEr_KvzzWLU/s400/Orange+animal+arts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine like an orange that was like a banana peel- so you peel it and there are orange slices that you can easily just pop pieces into your mouth like candy of sorts. now wouldnt that be amaazzingg?? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but tangerines- so much easier to peel and soooo good. tangerines are like the best part about wintertime. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuuuuumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-371908491189783510?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/371908491189783510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=371908491189783510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/371908491189783510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/371908491189783510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/oranges.html' title='oranges'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_dlkAw43cLC0/SUGJZ70r7sI/AAAAAAAABuM/0OM0-Kfe7DU/s72-c/05-fruit-and-vegetable-art-orange-thumb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-5071811529685793491</id><published>2009-06-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:45:18.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>1. today i had goood jamba.&lt;br /&gt;   a. i am high maintenance when it comes to jamba because i used to work there.&lt;br /&gt;   b. lately it has been subpar- especially the jamba juice at ucla (sorry) but the one on santa monica did it right today.&lt;br /&gt;   c. they have a new toaster! my pretzel was actually hot- and even the middle wasnt frozen. i was impressed. and so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. quiznos no longer has the 5 meat stack on the everday value menu for $5. disappointing. sooo disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i heart pti. its my favoritest show in the world. best. show. ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i got my i apple nerds lunch box today. win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i have a bruise on my left eyebrow and it really hurts! ... and its still hurtingggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i made a shot yesterday and i got hit after the shot and it went in and i was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;    a. usually if anyone is within a 10 ft radius of me when i am shooting, i will probably airball or brick my shot. haha seriously. sooo hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. excited for the game tonight! lets go lakers win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-5071811529685793491?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/5071811529685793491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=5071811529685793491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5071811529685793491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/5071811529685793491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-2502487996866952072</id><published>2009-06-09T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:21:55.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>ooorlando</title><content type='html'>so i was watching sportscenter, and i thought i heard them say that the mayor of orlando decided to extend last call from 2am to 3am due to the game tonight- apparently cuz the finals dont come to orlando often. so i share this info with dsu online and this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:14:12 PM Daniel Su: last call?&lt;br /&gt;3:14:33 PM Suz Park: for alcohol&lt;br /&gt;3:14:59 PM Daniel Su: good economic move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha iono why i think thats so funny. but it just seemed like a great reaction to this lil bit of news. : ) iono if its a good idea to mix a bunch of disappointed and sad fans with alcohol... but ookkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lakers please win tonight! it would make me super happy and i promise ill write my papers afterwards!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-2502487996866952072?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/2502487996866952072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=2502487996866952072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2502487996866952072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2502487996866952072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooorlando.html' title='ooorlando'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3298077219510514321</id><published>2009-06-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:23:25.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>never regret &amp; smile</title><content type='html'>basically i am a blogging whore right now, but apparently this is wut i do to procrastinate at all costs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres something that i stumbled across... it really puts things into perspective... so give it a ponder, because even if it is for one day, it may have been totally worth it. i really hope that i can remember this and show my friends how much i love them and care for them, because in the end it isnt about games or disagreements or stupid drama. its about cherishing the moment and not forgetting that the present really is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so every time u have a fight with a friend, who cares? really! its not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is short; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break the rules, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgive quickly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kiss slowly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love truly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh uncontrollably, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and never regret anything that made you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?  And why are you waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say "Hi"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.... Life is not a race. &lt;span&gt;Take it slower.&lt;/span&gt; Hear the music before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally makes sense right? Doesnt it just make u wanna call all your friends, even the ones you havent talked to in a while just to say hi? I think a while back i wrote about how i want to make a list of all of my closest friends (past and present) that i want to keep in touch with. I never got to doing that. I think i will, and then i'll call everyone one of them just to say hi and hopefully schedule a time to hang out. Tell them i love them. and Thanks for being my friend. Hopefully they dont think i'm a weirdo. it would probably help a lot if they read this too. but it doesnt matter if they did or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being that it is the middle of finals seasons, everyones stressed out. but its so simple really. you get as much as u can done, and then its over. wuts the point of getting all stressed out? yeah its so important, but once you accept what you have control over and what you dont have control over, thats it. you can control how much you study, you cant control how much time is left or how hard the test is. so try your best and then the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry be happy and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quality of ur life might probably improve. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3298077219510514321?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3298077219510514321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3298077219510514321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3298077219510514321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3298077219510514321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-regret-smile.html' title='never regret &amp; smile'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-668179434616217033</id><published>2009-06-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:03:40.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>true love games</title><content type='html'>i love these games where youre tested on how well you know your friends. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna do this in real life!! it would be so fun! whoever is on my team would WIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yE1RUJWWFvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yE1RUJWWFvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC0wDguC0lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC0wDguC0lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and credits to the nba, jimmy kimmel, hot basketballers, and wonderful tv for bringing this into my life. SO FUNNY boys are sooo cute. oh bromance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-668179434616217033?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/668179434616217033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=668179434616217033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/668179434616217033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/668179434616217033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-love-games.html' title='true love games'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3990298321977324544</id><published>2009-06-08T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:31:54.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><title type='text'>disney + nba</title><content type='html'>so i just had it brought to my attention that this years nba finals coincidentally coincides with disneyland (la) and disneyworld (orlando). did everyone already get this? cuz uh, that thought didnt even cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how disney has responded. isnt that really cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Si2tVG7tu9I/AAAAAAAABJA/bnGsoqGWh34/s1600-h/TEMP-Image_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Si2tVG7tu9I/AAAAAAAABJA/bnGsoqGWh34/s320/TEMP-Image_1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345118910908578770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gooo lakers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Si2tVKSIzHI/AAAAAAAABJI/vwYO93oGoMs/s1600-h/TEMP-Image_1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Si2tVKSIzHI/AAAAAAAABJI/vwYO93oGoMs/s320/TEMP-Image_1_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345118911807933554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy to find out that the disneyland in la "doesnt believe in magic for the next couple weeks" hahaha. oh the cute lil rivalries. i love you disney! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3990298321977324544?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3990298321977324544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3990298321977324544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3990298321977324544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3990298321977324544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/disney-nba.html' title='disney + nba'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMpaZ-pzihI/Si2tVG7tu9I/AAAAAAAABJA/bnGsoqGWh34/s72-c/TEMP-Image_1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1757044403622725556</id><published>2009-06-07T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:43:50.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>knock knock</title><content type='html'>this is my &lt;a href="http://www.knockknock.biz/"&gt;favorite website ever&lt;/a&gt;. if i had money to burn, i would buy everything on this website. seriously. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can spend like a good hour just looking at all the cool lil things they have. they are so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stickersanddonuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/to-dont-list-knock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 684px;" src="http://stickersanddonuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/to-dont-list-knock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it hilarious? this is like the story of my life. love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one folder that had in bold letters "useless documents to provide appearance of importance in meetings" hahahaha man. i swear, if i ever get an office job, im buying everything on this website!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ps. they have e-cards too! and they are really fun to fill out. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1757044403622725556?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1757044403622725556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1757044403622725556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1757044403622725556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1757044403622725556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/knock-knock.html' title='knock knock'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-241087824344661906</id><published>2009-06-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:22:43.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>the magic castle</title><content type='html'>i got to go to the magic castle~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently its a really exclusive club in hollywood where you need to be a member to go, etc. being the lucky girl that i am, i heard about this place, and got to go on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a4.typepad.com/6a00d83451dfaa69e200e55087eea28833-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://a4.typepad.com/6a00d83451dfaa69e200e55087eea28833-pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture i got online- cuz i didnt bring my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great day considering the lakers beat the magic... but the only magic i saw was at the magic castle! ......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so anyway! even tho i had a final the next day, i once again demonstrated my poor decision making/prioritization skills by deciding to go to the magic castle. and let me tell you, it was so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the tricks that they pulled, were just ridiculous. i mean yeah i know they like distract your attention but dude, it all happens so fast! i wonder how long it takes to learn how to do magic. and like where do these things go, and where do they appear from?? i just dont understand. i am still baffled. but i guess thats why they call it magic. i think it must be real magic, because there really is no way that they can do it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest thing was that these magicians were like, stand up comedians too. i was laughing the entire night, i wanted to be their friends. after the shows, they were out and mingling next to the bars and stuff and i wanted to talk to them but then i didnt know wut to say, so i just watched them like a lil gawker. i realized that like all of the magicians were pretty short, except for this one really tall cowboy magician who just went around to lines and showed off his rope magic skills. haha which i got tired of... but wut was really funny was how this azn magician joseph tran, he was talking out next to the bar, and these three girls were lined up against the wall and they all simultaneously burst into this really fake laughter with their head in the air and i thought it was sooo funny because it looked so staged. but i guess joseph really has his way with the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last show that we went into, it was like ivan or something... omg this guy was hilaarrious. the best was definitely saved for last. it was the highlight of the night, and his jokes were just so funny, i am just beaming as i write about it. everytime he did a trick and we were silent in shock, he would be like? what yeah no thats cool. i didnt want applause or anything, yeah no thats ok. and so then we would start applauding, and he would be like no! it has to be spontaneous! he was just a charmer and really funny. i wish we could be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really lucky that i had the opportunity to go and experience it. i hope that i can go again someday! : ) thanks to paul and dsu for making it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-241087824344661906?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/241087824344661906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=241087824344661906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/241087824344661906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/241087824344661906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-castle.html' title='the magic castle'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8032149649227874703</id><published>2009-06-06T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:37:09.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><title type='text'>gripes!</title><content type='html'>so i added tags on my blog. which i am not sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz now i have to go thru all my posts and label them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only that, they have to be good qualitative depictions of the blog entry... or else that would really bug me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not so sure about this thing that im starting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8032149649227874703?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8032149649227874703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8032149649227874703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8032149649227874703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8032149649227874703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/gripes.html' title='gripes!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6673646009801715387</id><published>2009-06-06T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:07:04.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy stories'/><title type='text'>santa barbara</title><content type='html'>i am slowly but surely updating on the past events that ive been meaning to blog about but didnt have the time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove up to santa barbara for the nsu tourney-- and visit one of my bffs in sb! i just realized, i failed cuz i didnt take any pictures at all. sigh. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left sat morning and got to sb, i was worried about getting lost but we found it! watched kenny play and then finally got some food at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silver greens&lt;/span&gt;. they have cool lil calorie counts on ur receipt-- apparently i bought like the most calorie heavy meal ever. figures huh? it was pretty good tho! we found that sb has like every store thats like a food chain but not. Like, they had a pseudo yogurtland, jamba juice, and other things that i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and while we were watching all of my friends games, i just want to note that #3 was really hot and a baller! im always impressed when a basketballer just steals the ball... but not just any kind of steal where you run and get the ball, but the kinds of steals where they just jump up and grab the ball mid pass in the air. anyway u can guess #3 did that. nice! (and he had a nice shot.. which obviously isnt enough.. he had a perfect follow thru too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway that was that. afterwards we went to downtown to explore (successfully so) and then went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharkeez&lt;/span&gt; to eat dinner. umm apparently there was a girl who just started peeing in her seat. i didnt see anything, and didnt believe it at first. but apparently, the boys wh saw it said that she went ahead and peed, then got a napkin and wiped herself, threw it at her friend, then continued to eat. for realsies. and there was a puddle on the ground (of her PEE) and then the security guards apparently told her and her friend that they better clean that up cuz no ones gonna touch that. uhhh... how about kicking them out of there?? so they got some more paper towels and put it on the ground but, i dont even know if i still believe it! she just continued to eat like nothing happened! how do u DO that?? it was funny cuz the girls (well just me and ally) thought she must have some sort of disease or something, you know? there has to be something where u cant control ur bowel or something.. of course the boys were just like, noooooooo she is hella druuunnkkk (or piss ass drunk.. hah... get it??) soooo apparently thats how santa barbara-ians do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and then on our drive home.. haha i dunno how this happened, but kenny and daryl were joking around guessing my birthday, and deliberately kept saying every date except my actual birthday. i dont know how to explain it but they ALWAYS do that -_- sometimes i think that its a cover cuz they really dont know my birthday. fail. so anyway they were joking around like ur birthday is this day right? or this day? so im just like no... wrong again.... no..... and dsu started joining in like guessing my bday too. but even tho kenny and daryl were like purposely missing my actual birthday, dsu finally guessed my actual birthday because hello, thats the one day that no one was guessing. and then kenny and daryl were just like .......... what the heck u ruined it! *groan groan* ahahaha and dsu was so confused like wait. u guys knew when her birthday was? and theyre just like aww mann the games overrrr faiiilll... hahaha and iono why but that was just sooooooo funny. epic fail. i think whenever im sad ill just remember this whole game and smile to myself. boys are so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we saw many sad bikes where the tires were missing... beer cans and bottles were floating around in the pool... haha it was definitely an experience. but we couldnt find our way to freebirds via street, and forgot to go to the beach! the weather wasnt so great that wknd. sigh.. next time i suppose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fun weekend at that! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6673646009801715387?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6673646009801715387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6673646009801715387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6673646009801715387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6673646009801715387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/santa-barbara.html' title='santa barbara'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4243622461357347862</id><published>2009-06-05T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:38:27.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><title type='text'>saa banquet</title><content type='html'>seems ridiculous to think that saa banquet was exactly a week ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was perfect though, i think everyone had a great time, and all the time we put into making sure the floral arrangements and setup of the room was perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/4289_810273383506_2520118_46740361_6406178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/4289_810273383506_2520118_46740361_6406178_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures dont do the arrangements justice, cuz if u were there, especially as the sun was setting and the candles began to shine brighter, it was really pretty to see an entire room lit up with these mirros and arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna lie, i would be happy with a similar setup at my wedding! hA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/4289_810273393486_2520118_46740362_5107505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/4289_810273393486_2520118_46740362_5107505_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/4289_810273398476_2520118_46740363_2007334_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs028.snc1/4289_810273398476_2520118_46740363_2007334_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/4314_811729545346_2520713_46802222_7253185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs033.snc1/4314_811729545346_2520713_46802222_7253185_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the work i put into trying to secure the venue- hello we had our banquet at studio 360 at the tower beverly hills, how bougshie does that sound? it was all worth it... the view was just gorgeous... and i think saa really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the crisis of having the live band cancel on you less than 24 hours in advance (always always always sign contracts early -_-) i think the night was a beautiful success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abarn put in her heart into the best banquet book ever, jakub made an amazing video for all of us to watch, and everything just came together perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4452/149/85/508365030/n508365030_2753709_5813421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4452/149/85/508365030/n508365030_2753709_5813421.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our wonderful internal affairs executive committee who worked so hard to put the best banquet ever together for saa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/4212_810081463116_2536001_46729463_562646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/4212_810081463116_2536001_46729463_562646_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODyssey 2009-2010! i know its going to be an amazing year to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to the beginning of a legacy :D i cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4243622461357347862?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4243622461357347862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4243622461357347862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4243622461357347862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4243622461357347862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/saa-banquet.html' title='saa banquet'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3757411305361354523</id><published>2009-06-05T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:37:32.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><title type='text'>spammers</title><content type='html'>ummm i rarely get spam in my gmail account, because i dont give out my email to any commercial website or any stores cuz i have another account for like shopping and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today there was (1) in my spam folder. if you know me, im very anal about organizing my gmail and making sure everything is labeled and archived, and i delete all of my unread emails, especially in the spam folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i open up my spam inbox, and sitting there is spam from eharmony, asking me if im single and alone. ummmmmmm creepy! delete!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how they found me i dont know, but that is not ok! dear spam, just stop it. stop it right now! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3757411305361354523?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3757411305361354523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3757411305361354523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3757411305361354523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3757411305361354523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/spammers.html' title='spammers'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7804742587226134216</id><published>2009-06-05T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:34:28.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i heart nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.loungefly.com/images/products/large/688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.loungefly.com/images/products/large/688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reaaaaaaaally want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone can find this in the stores or online, either send me the link or buy it and ill pay u back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, how cute is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7804742587226134216?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7804742587226134216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7804742587226134216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7804742587226134216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7804742587226134216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-heart-nerds.html' title='i heart nerds'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7903844952728928479</id><published>2009-05-29T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:05:47.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy stories'/><title type='text'>make me happy</title><content type='html'>if i could retweet a blog (well it wouldnt be a RT it would be a RB or reblog) i would reblog the post where i listed a bunch of things that make me happy at the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe it is nearly halfway thru the year, as its reach the end of may and almost hitting june! i cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh that means finals are coming and i think i better listen to those podcasts and read some chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* basketball&lt;br /&gt;* hugs*&lt;br /&gt;* emails&lt;br /&gt;* surprises&lt;br /&gt;* flowers&lt;br /&gt;* kisses on forehead&lt;br /&gt;* my friends&lt;br /&gt;* foooooddddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so accurate! other than basketball, friends, and food, which are really general things that are just necessary for survival, i realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the littlest things make me the happiest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(i totally just sneaked flowers in, because every time i get flowers, even if it was picked off the street, it makes me super happy! plus dont they just brighten up your day when u come home and some pretty flowers decorate ur apt??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ultimately, with the hugs, emails, surprises, and kisses on the forehead from lovers or even close friends, these gestures show that ur friend, whoever it is, cares about you and is thinking about you and that makes me happy. isnt that wut everyone wants anyway? to be cared for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this post is pointless. but, especially in times when you miss or lose someone you love, it is important to remember the good times, and remember to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show your friends that you care,&lt;/span&gt; not just with words but with actions. cuz sometimes we do forget. and its nice to have that feeling and know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i started doing sudoku and getting the daily bruin to do it! sometimes i get stuck, like the one i finished today took me 2 days. -_- but i finished it! and it is a great feeling. hurts my head a lil bit tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;senior sendoff&lt;/span&gt; was today- and such a success. i thought the decorations were amazing and a loottt of people came out. so i was really happy to see that! i cant believe thats going to be mine next year... ahhhhhh! i was just so excited today walking around and seeing my friends at the event. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs036.snc1/4329_505070380658_290700188_144240_5509574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs036.snc1/4329_505070380658_290700188_144240_5509574_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe bruin &lt;/span&gt;at senior sendoff!! how u make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it is banquet tmrw. gotta rest up, cuz its a busy day tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget to smile and show ur friends that u love them. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7903844952728928479?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7903844952728928479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7903844952728928479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7903844952728928479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7903844952728928479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-me-happy.html' title='make me happy'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-616903094405476928</id><published>2009-05-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:33:58.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i &lt;3 aiden + otters</title><content type='html'>every time i watch sex and the city on tv lately, it has been episodes with aiden in it (the hot aiden with the short hair) and he is just the perfect man in every way. my heart just hurts for him because he is so perfect and so good to carrie and it just didnt work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and carrie is wearing this gorgeous dress and i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allwomenstalk.com/wp-content/uploads/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://allwomenstalk.com/wp-content/uploads/carrie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! i love aiden. be mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess wut i found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essential lessons from sex and the city:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;its ok to be single&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sex can be healthy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;test the waters before marriage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can score outside of your league&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dont change who u are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ur friends are the best sounding boards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dont drag out a doomed relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to accept the other persons disinterest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop waiting for perfection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;opposites can attract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;interesting huh? i think some are more important than others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also found this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutest little otters holding hands!! my favorite is when the lil otter comes back and tries to hold hands again after they *literally* drift apart... haha ;D i wonder if it means the same to them as it does to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-616903094405476928?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/616903094405476928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=616903094405476928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/616903094405476928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/616903094405476928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-3-aiden-otters.html' title='i &lt;3 aiden + otters'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8542365035284092165</id><published>2009-05-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:39:11.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>miss independent</title><content type='html'>as a girl, i feel like there is always this struggle for finding a balance. i don't know if being a girl has anything to do with it. but just in general, how independent should u be? how much can you rely on others to help you? how much should you be able to do everything yourself? where do you strike that balance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of it is growing up and figuring out that you are able to do a lot more than you think. obviously there is a sense of accomplishment when you're able to solve a problem or take care of something on your own without anyone help. but at the same time, it's nice to have someone there for you to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the danger here is that you don't want to get dependent. and to be honest, i know that before i have become too dependent on someone before. and knowing that i've been in that situation, it makes it that much harder when that person is no longer there. but being able to survive it, i was surprised and proud at who i have become today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to be honest, i am scared that i will fall back into depending on others, because it is so easy for me to trust and count on someone that i care about to be there for me. and then i forget, that person might not be there anymore. not only is it a balance of being independent vs dependent, it is also a balance of opening up and letting someone into your life vs putting up that guard so that you don't get hurt like before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i am making any sense, but as i learned in emotion class today- it is all about writing things out that = a healthier life. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about this because i was watching sex and the city today, and here was the conversation between carrie and aiden- who by the way is so hot and amazing and i want to find my own aiden. sigh love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrie: it's me, the girl who doesnt back up. umm.. this is my attempt to breathe and reboot... i just wanted to say that i'm sorry... this is hard...&lt;br /&gt;aiden: we're gonna run into stuff thats hard- that's why i was trying to help...&lt;br /&gt;carrie: i know, i know that... but... if u start helping me, and then i get used to having that help...&lt;br /&gt;aiden: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;carrie: well, no good can come of that! i mean, then what happens when, you know, you're not around one day...&lt;br /&gt;aiden: where am i going?&lt;br /&gt;carrie: well i dont know, you could, you know be out of town, or be busy, or things fall apart.. we could fall apart!&lt;br /&gt;aiden: i know that-&lt;br /&gt;carrie: well then what?&lt;br /&gt;aiden: then i guess we'd be a couple of sad macs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrie and aiden are cuties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that as much as people want to be all independent and self sufficient and everything, we cant deny that we are social creatures, and like the feeling of being taken care of. wanting that feeling doesn't mean that i am incompetent, weak, or unable to do those things myself. it's not about who can do what, but about that social connection of being loved and cared for, having people who want to do things for you, and in return wanting to do stuff for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i already feel better- i wonder if my health just jumped a little bit, haha i know i need it! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think looking at fresh flowers makes me feel so much more refreshed and happy too... so just in case you are anything like me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flowersgrowing.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/elegant-modern-calla-lilies-bridal-bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 369px;" src="http://www.flowersgrowing.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/elegant-modern-calla-lilies-bridal-bouquet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous huh? calla lillies... *sigh* !! smiling? meee tooo!! win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8542365035284092165?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8542365035284092165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8542365035284092165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8542365035284092165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8542365035284092165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-independent.html' title='miss independent'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7604956451789309069</id><published>2009-05-14T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:42:35.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>im a lover</title><content type='html'>so all day today, when people saw me on crutches this is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person: omg! what happened are you ok??&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah i hurt my foot-&lt;br /&gt;person: oooh did u hurt it during basketball? did u get in a fight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah ok so i just want to clarify... i didnt get in a fight! i am a lover, not a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it hurts more to use the crutches, than just dealing with the pain on my foot. so i think im gonna not use the crutches anymore. seriously, they are a sucky invention. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really interesting discussion in emotion class today- i definitely want to share! i wish there was a way i can share these articles with yalls. lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7604956451789309069?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7604956451789309069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7604956451789309069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7604956451789309069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7604956451789309069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-lover.html' title='im a lover'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-52482046729855473</id><published>2009-05-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:44:05.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><title type='text'>crippled.</title><content type='html'>so some updates from spring sing... vip reception was fun! melissa joan hart is genuinely nice. i really like her! andrea looked haggard which made me sad cuz i really liked her! and i think she left early cuz i didnt see her at the dessert reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3720/82/31/290700188/n290700188_140667_1841573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3720/82/31/290700188/n290700188_140667_1841573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh janice dickenson, when her friend broke my camera. while her friends break things, my friends fixes things. ;D thanks dsu! haha my favorite was when yong emailed me this picture, and the email says, "was this worth a camera? you tell me..." so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3782/82/31/290700188/n290700188_140824_108518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 584px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v3782/82/31/290700188/n290700188_140824_108518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! im taking off my blue nailpolish right now, but there is a slight blue tint on my nails, that makes it look really gross. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw a puppy jump out of a window, and it didnt die! i couldnt help but scream when i saw it fly out the window, it was such a cute puppy too! and then it like waltzed over to the grass in front of my old apt building, and just lounged there. the owner like stopped her car and got out and picked the puppy up. crazy puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday in my last game of basketball, i played against this guy who was playing really rough. like he pushed up my elbows weirdly when i was kinda half heartedly boxing out, and it really hurt my shoulder. and i felt like he kept running into me or pushing me when i drove. so unnecessary! anyway i think something happened with my foot, but i figured it would go away and thennnn i wnet to ashe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just say, ashe took forever. like forever. i got out of class early today at 2:30, so i figured it would be enough time for me to go into the triage and just get a quick opinion. but she didnt want to help me because someone cancelled an appt that day and said it was at 3 so i should really see a dr. so i was like, fine its only 15 minutes, so i was like sure. i go upstairs, and i literally dont get seen until 3:55. yeah you heard me. and then they wanted to get me crutches and this ugly shoe to wear with it, and i dont know if they were like making it from scratch, but i didnt get out until 4:30. seriously? it doesnt take that long to just get crutches from wherever it was from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said no to the shoe. i dont think its that bad, and i dont ever plan on wearing that shoe. so no thank you. the nurse made me practice walking in the crutches and i felt really awkward. i dont want to use them. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super excited for banquet tho! we announced our theme and location yesterday at meeting. i am so happy to be able to talk freely about it! hooray : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-52482046729855473?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/52482046729855473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=52482046729855473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/52482046729855473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/52482046729855473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/crippled.html' title='crippled.'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-712233012303204338</id><published>2009-05-12T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:44:38.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><title type='text'>jack!!</title><content type='html'>i'm glad jack is back, but jacks employees have issues. the other night i went to get some jack in the box, and as they gave me my order, the lady looked straight at me and said, thank you sir have a great night. WTF. i was offended. hahahaha it wasnt even that late! it was like 1am. come on. i think it's a sign that i need to stop eating fast food. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-712233012303204338?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/712233012303204338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=712233012303204338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/712233012303204338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/712233012303204338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/jack.html' title='jack!!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4541392986775910969</id><published>2009-05-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:45:17.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>great story</title><content type='html'>do u want to hear the best story ever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to go ball on sunday, but i only had about 30 minutes there cuz i had to leave for a meeting. so i decided to just shoot around for a bit. then as i was just chillin getting ready to leave, and the guy who had next just picked up this guy, and they were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation kinda went something like this... (yes guilty of eavesdropping. i wasnt really! he was just right next to me. i couldnt avoid it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy #1: hey u got next?&lt;br /&gt;guy #2: yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;guy #1: u got five?&lt;br /&gt;guy #2: naw man ill pick u up&lt;br /&gt;guy #1: cool!&lt;br /&gt;guy #2: yeah fasho, is there anyone else u want me to pick up? i have another spot left. *they both look towards the court* ... yeah i kinda wanna pick up someone who plays defense tho [insert elaboration on this point]&lt;br /&gt;guy #1: yeah dude pick her up, she plays good defense man! hey, *nods towards me* u wanna play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking around all bewildered- "who me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the end! ;D he refered to me as someone who plays good defense! how nice is that! puahaha anyway that made me really happy. i couldnt play anyway cuz i had to leave. sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'goooood story, tell iiiiiit again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random story #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:13:58 PM Jane Park: well i am reading your blog&lt;br /&gt;8:14:11 PM Suz Park: awkward.&lt;br /&gt;8:14:11 PM Jane Park: and you are weird/funny/nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4541392986775910969?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4541392986775910969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4541392986775910969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4541392986775910969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4541392986775910969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-story.html' title='great story'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3149438978730161404</id><published>2009-05-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:05:50.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i love my mommy</title><content type='html'>happy mothers day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy is the cutest- she has definitely mastered the art of text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only a couple months ago when she would pass off her phone to any one of us (me, my sister or brother)- "i got that thing again, make it go away- do wut u have to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then around my birthday i got a text from my mom saying "happy birthday i love you -mom" haha i called her to confirm that she wrote that herself, and she was like "of course... thats EASY" ahaha well then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple days ago i called my mom pretty late but she didnt pick up. the next morning i get a txt from her instead of a returned phone call "Why you cal mom at night you are sick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha apparently my mother refers to herself in third person, and i think what she was trying to say was "why did you call me last night, are you sick?" so i call my mom afterwards and i was like wow mom. did you write that text all by yourself? and she was like yes! (i can hear her beaming through the phone) so i was like, oooh thats great! it didnt make any sense.... and my mom is like, "it wasn't me!!!" i was like, but mommy, u just said that you did it! and she was all laughing, thinking she is all sneaky. i love my mom. shes so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end, now my mom can text better than me, cuz there was an animated happy face in there! i am impressed. i txted her happy mothers day this morning since she didn't pick up. and she responds, "Thank you! [insert animated teddy bear smiling] What about gift?" Hahaha oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mothers day- tell ur mommy u love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3149438978730161404?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3149438978730161404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3149438978730161404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3149438978730161404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3149438978730161404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-mommy.html' title='i love my mommy'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3783672454209569799</id><published>2009-05-08T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:47:01.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saa'/><title type='text'>spring sing</title><content type='html'>its time for spring sing- and the show is great! there were some incredibly hilarious bits- you dont wanna miss it. so make sure u go and watch it! the talent this year is just so amazing, i got goosebumps all night. i cant wait until tmrw- ill be working the vip reception! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3783672454209569799?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3783672454209569799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3783672454209569799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3783672454209569799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3783672454209569799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-sing.html' title='spring sing'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6006956163345548763</id><published>2009-05-03T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:10:31.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>end of the world</title><content type='html'>hey! so its a new month, and wut better way to start it off than with an earthquake??&lt;br /&gt;(too bad i dont know wut i was doing but i didnt feel it. boohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning on having a game night, but it failed because while ally and i were cutting the vegetables to cook... the power went out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thats not it... then the fire alarm went off. i didnt even take it seriously, but ally was like, should we leave? and then it got super loud so i was like ooooooh fine! so we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THEN we're sitting outside, not even sure if this is for realsies, and the firetrucks show up. so im like oh wow. i hope our building doesnt burn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think it would cuz at that point, it started sprinkling! haha i was so confused cuz i couldve sworn it was a pretty hot week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just thought that it was really funny, cuz everything like just started snowballing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a mini failed game night, and i tried to cook in the dark. couldnt see wut we were eating, but we had some curry. pretty good- if i do say so myself! my goodness, if i didnt have a flashlight, our life would have been OVER that day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for the weekend, chilled at allys house, pretty home and we played games and watched movies. super relaxing! i was really sad for the bulls tho, my favorite d.rose lost. i feel like gordon had so many good drives to the basket and didnt finish! rawr. so close. i hope the celtics lose next round. but thankfully, lakeres games are back, starting this monday! yayy! oh, we watched love and basketball again. dude, i really love that movie. i wish i WAS her. hahaha. and glory road was really funny cuz there was this coach and oh gosh, he was just hilarious. coach of the century! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just have to go back and do some phone calling, homework, and etc. catch up for my sick week of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, ive recently discovered pandora and it is just so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really get to hang out with my family this weekend =/ i saw my mom for like 5 seconds, thats it! sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway that was the way i started my may, and thought the world was going to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to wear! i feel like i havent shopped in forever. it is really sad. and really i have nothing to wear when i look in my closet. time to shop please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6006956163345548763?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6006956163345548763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6006956163345548763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6006956163345548763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6006956163345548763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-world.html' title='end of the world'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8582357002009054931</id><published>2009-04-27T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:05:47.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy stories'/><title type='text'>mommas boy</title><content type='html'>theres a saying that you should look at the way a potential boy treats his mom, because that is how he will treat you. i wonder if this is true and if there is any research on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...u know ucla has affected you when you start associating research with every curious thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thats kinda funny. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8582357002009054931?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8582357002009054931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8582357002009054931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8582357002009054931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8582357002009054931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/mommas-boy.html' title='mommas boy'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6576671259453949675</id><published>2009-04-27T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:07:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>bighead!</title><content type='html'>3:19:33 AM Suz Park: u make me grow white hairs just like you&lt;br /&gt;3:19:36 AM Daniel Su: YAH&lt;br /&gt;3:19:38 AM Daniel Su: I DONT HAVE WHITE HAIRS&lt;br /&gt;3:19:43 AM Suz Park: haha&lt;br /&gt;3:19:48 AM Suz Park: ill take a picture of ur big head&lt;br /&gt;3:19:49 AM Suz Park: and show you&lt;br /&gt;3:19:54 AM Daniel Su: better take two pictures&lt;br /&gt;3:19:56 AM Daniel Su: one wuldnt fit it&lt;br /&gt;3:19:56 AM Daniel Su: -_-&lt;br /&gt;3:19:57 AM Suz Park: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;3:20:00 AM Suz Park: panoramic view&lt;br /&gt;3:20:02 AM Daniel Su: yeah&lt;br /&gt;3:20:03 AM Daniel Su: probably&lt;br /&gt;3:20:05 AM Daniel Su: -___________-&lt;br /&gt;3:20:06 AM Suz Park: HAHA good one&lt;br /&gt;3:20:12 AM Daniel Su: -___ | ___-&lt;br /&gt;3:20:15 AM Daniel Su: two pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puahahaha just had to share! ahaha so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6576671259453949675?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6576671259453949675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6576671259453949675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6576671259453949675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6576671259453949675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/bighead.html' title='bighead!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3433221445296729378</id><published>2009-04-26T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:56:30.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>5 hour energy</title><content type='html'>i just had a 5 hour energy drink for hte first time in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit: i had half of a 5 hour energy drink cuz i was too much of a wuss to drink the whole thing. so i guess it is a 2.5 hour energy drink. -_-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of this class that is so interesting, but is so hard to read about. i have about 330 pages to read by friday. and ive read about... i dont know. not a lot. you know wut let me look that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/330 = barely 4%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am really mad right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not entirely because of the reading that i have to do for the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 1. i just bought enchiladas from joses and they were so disappointing! such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2. all this talk about intimate relationships are interesting but depressing too. i feel like everyone around me is talking about all of their relationship problem. honestly, im not mad about that. i love that my friends can trust me to talk about their problems and i can be there for them and listen and hopefully make them feel better about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its so annoying because as i have learned from this reading, satisfaction with one's intimate relationship tells us more about someone's overall subjective well being/happiness than does their satisfaction with any other domain in life, including work, finances, friendships, community, and health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wut the heck! i have control over everything, except that. its like a sick joke or osmething. so not funny. and not only that, i hate it when i dont have control!! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to go into a terribly emo entry, but either i am incredibly beat, or have a terrible personality... or even worse.. both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird, cuz i find myself in different phases. some days i will whole heartedly believe in love, and just think that the right person hasnt arrived, and live my life and i am completely satisfied with everything. i dont doubt myself or get sad over the fact that ive been single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then days like this, im like wut the heck! something must be wrong with me. i cant be at a huge university like ucla and be single for over 2 years! i really do believe that i would be a good girlfriend to any guy that i date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway even though i try not to let it affect me, and even tho it sounds like it does from this entry. i think for the most part, i live my life. i am involved, i have great friends, and i have fun eating and playing basketball. for the most part i stay busy and i am happy wtih my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now and again, i get reminded of this mere fact that ive been single for a large part of my life- and the way that my last relationship ended... i dunno. it just really makes me sad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my other emotions class- we read an article about how emotional pain stimulates the same part of the brain that is activated in physical pain. i think this is really true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wutever, thats my vent about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 4%. my goal is to read everything by wednesday because thats when our review session is. and from that point on i can go over podcasts and review. that means that i have 3 days. about. so that means my goal is to get up to 40% today. sooo THAT means... i have to read 132 pages. THAT means.... i have to read about 3-4 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. i dont think this is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an fml right now. i cant wait until game night this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3433221445296729378?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3433221445296729378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3433221445296729378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3433221445296729378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3433221445296729378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-hour-energy.html' title='5 hour energy'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-241355277445651305</id><published>2009-04-26T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:57:20.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>intimate relationships</title><content type='html'>must get to studying for my final. but some interesting tidbits to keep myself engaged and maybe you'll find interesting... (all from benjamin karneys book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: on myspace and etc., why is it that men are posed in front of their cars and women are in their underwear?&lt;br /&gt;A: maybe cuz biological factors that support reproduction encourage men to show off their resources and dominance and women to present themselves fertile and enticing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that explains all the slutty outfits... its all cuz of evolutionary biology.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;males and females both need to feel that they belong socially, but females meet this need thru their connection with a  few close others, whereas men meet this need thru their connection with larger collectives or groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting huh? i think this is totally true, especially when talking to guy friends who were feeling unsatisfied socially, and i was all trying to list their close friends to no avail. i shouldve known this bit of info! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorta sad and funny- so women have more relationship awareness (duh) and on stat they used in the book is that men are 8-10 times more likely than their wives to say that they do not know exactly why their relationship ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-241355277445651305?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/241355277445651305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=241355277445651305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/241355277445651305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/241355277445651305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/intimate-relationships.html' title='intimate relationships'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3783254297432336964</id><published>2009-04-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:02:31.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>love YOU</title><content type='html'>"i got to thinking about relationships. there are those that open u up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring u somewhere unexpected, those that bring u far from where u started, and those that bring u back. but the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one u have with urself. and if u find someone to love the u u love, well, thats just fabulous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we need this reminder to stop thinking about all those other relationships, and take care of our relationship with ourselves first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self explanatory! love satc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3783254297432336964?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3783254297432336964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3783254297432336964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3783254297432336964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3783254297432336964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-you.html' title='love YOU'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1057846345759725674</id><published>2009-04-20T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:07:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>oh drunkies</title><content type='html'>so i was looking thru my txts today to delete some, and i realized i got a bunch of drunk txt messages. and they are pretty funny. i love that my friends think of me when theyre drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of my favorites that ive saved... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are adventurous... &lt;br /&gt;Joel: im so drunk i am at a midget show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are sweet...&lt;br /&gt;Scott: I'm drunk suzzzz i'm glad we're friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are ghettofab... &lt;br /&gt;Cat: I an drizunk. Misss ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And others are simple... &lt;br /&gt;Dsu: I drunk :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha they make me smile. Next time i'll share some of my other faves!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1057846345759725674?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1057846345759725674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1057846345759725674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1057846345759725674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1057846345759725674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-drunkies.html' title='oh drunkies'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-399243481014542064</id><published>2009-04-18T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:07:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy stories'/><title type='text'>boys are so cute</title><content type='html'>boys are really so cute because whenever i try to buy any electronic, my guy friends are always looking out for me and trying to find the best deal cuz well, truth is im electronically challenged as far as finding a good deal out there. i am way too distracted by shiny looking things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i was thinking about it, and ever since like i was gonna buy my macbook like 3 years ago, i realized my friends were always trying to look out for me. its their way of showing that they care... i think. either that or it peeves them that not as good electronics are being sold at an overpriced price tag. wutever it is, i think its really funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is also very possible that i'm really weird and i find strange things endearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-399243481014542064?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/399243481014542064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=399243481014542064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/399243481014542064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/399243481014542064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-are-so-cute.html' title='boys are so cute'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7559721507994103598</id><published>2009-04-17T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:06:14.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>splurge buy</title><content type='html'>i just bought a netbook. wut a splurge. basically, all my extra work with orientation has just gone to buying this netbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will have to hold me over until i get a blackberry... in mid-november! (if i can) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out... i can post on this blog through my phone! dude thats legit. altho my fone is ghetto so thats not gonna happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got fingerprinting done and over with- the lady there was so grumpy. i just dont understand. but it doesn't matter cuz i never have to go back! yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to play at wooden- i only played 2 games, but i got a block! that was exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ill let u know how i like my netbook when i get it! : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7559721507994103598?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7559721507994103598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7559721507994103598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7559721507994103598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7559721507994103598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/splurge-buy.html' title='splurge buy'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-2367677365944774643</id><published>2009-04-15T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:07:02.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life thoughts'/><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>it has definitely been one of those weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like ive had some really amazing highs, but some weird feelings about other things, and so this may not be the most interesting entry to read but i need to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to freud, its the talking cure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn to basketball to relieve stress and even tho like physically my body appreciates it (i think) its like mixed feelings! my body feels happy, but i dont. im frustrated! how is it possible to love a sport so much and be so bad at it? haha i mean im not just trying to be a debbie downer but i dont know. i remember being a lil kid asking my mom if i can join a team, and i never got to. instead i did tap dance and ballet. lame. i mean i know i can get better if i just practiced more, and im not trying to make excuses. i definitely can be better by putting in more effort but wouldnt it be nice to have grown up learning it from a young age and developing those skills from the get go? and if not, wouldnt it be nice to have a coach to guide you and a team to practice with and all that stuff? wouldnt it be nice to have my own basketball court so i can shoot around and practice anytime i want, without waiting for hours, and not feeling judged by everyone around me? altho, i do have to say there are a few people, like ed and ally, with whom i can play basketball with and not feel so judged and i really appreciate them for being supportive and encouraging when i miss my shots or turn the ball over, or wutever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple days ago, i was so inspired and motivated by watching a video of john wooden- and he was like saying how everyone is given different talents. so you can't judge someone's success by how talented they are because not everyone is created equal in that sense. so what is most important is how that person improves and reaches his or her own potential. i think this is so true, cuz ive met people who are so incredibly talented its disgusting, and they just throw away their talent because they dont care. that is so different from someone who is working so hard at every play, and working to improve his or her own game. you really cant compare the two. so success is so subjective- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my problem is not any of this tho- it is more of my super sensitivity and the way i think about things... i am too self conscious to just go out there and try my best, im afraid to take chances and grow as a player, iono. sometimes its like... you know when you are teaching young kids, you want to challenge them just enough so that they reach and learn. but if you like try to teach a 5th grader calculus, he or she will just give up because it is beyond their reach. sometimes playing at wooden, i feel like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i talking about this? everything that im involved with, saa, orientation, school, work, eye appointments, every aspect of my life has its own little melodrama. some more positive than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get to work. what am i doing!!! sigh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-2367677365944774643?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/2367677365944774643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=2367677365944774643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2367677365944774643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2367677365944774643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3749375685481050015</id><published>2009-04-12T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:07:29.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>dont do it!</title><content type='html'>hahaha guess wut i found!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pl5Tn4_oGY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pl5Tn4_oGY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i remember laughing out loud when i saw this live. and i looked for it when i was blogging about the all star game. and now i stumble across it, so here it is! if u needed the visual : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3749375685481050015?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3749375685481050015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3749375685481050015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3749375685481050015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3749375685481050015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-do-it.html' title='dont do it!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-6954786948367845793</id><published>2009-04-12T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:07:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>silly friends</title><content type='html'>something ive been hearing a lot from my friends lately is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"suz, the more i get to know you better, the weirder you get!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something to that extent. um... i think they are confusing cool/amazing/so funny and hilarious with 'weird.' arent my friends just so silly! hahaha i love my friends ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-6954786948367845793?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/6954786948367845793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=6954786948367845793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6954786948367845793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/6954786948367845793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friends-are-so-silly.html' title='silly friends'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7045262162499100001</id><published>2009-04-11T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:08:40.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>eyeballs!</title><content type='html'>soooooo i got lasik. and today i went in to do a rinse on my right eye- cuz it was really blurry compared to my left. so i had like chronic headaches because well.. imagine living life with one eye blurry and the other eye fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reading for school has been really hard - when i have time to do it. and today was not productive in any sense of hte imagination considering i like slept all day. driving home was dangerous! i only had one eye, and it started to like shut down. appreciate that you all have two working eyes. its very important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my right eye was in hellish pain, but i got thru it. it was weird tho, being so far from my family. i cant explain today, i got nothing done. for a while i didnt think i could even eat, and i was really hungry. but no one was home, and i couldnt get myself to talk on the fone, much less ask people to take care of me or bring me food. it was kind of a sad day. but i survived! and now my left eye is getting super tired again. it is over worked, so i'm gonna go sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7045262162499100001?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7045262162499100001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7045262162499100001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7045262162499100001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7045262162499100001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/eyeballs.html' title='eyeballs!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7277735456085458783</id><published>2009-04-11T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:14:19.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>frikken blazers</title><content type='html'>i just dont understand! lakers need to cut it out and beat the darn blazers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was not a good end to a long week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super exhausted. sleep time. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7277735456085458783?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7277735456085458783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7277735456085458783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7277735456085458783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7277735456085458783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/frikken-blazers.html' title='frikken blazers'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-808873658964491823</id><published>2009-04-03T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:31:38.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i will cuuut uuu</title><content type='html'>haha this is so old but so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YLY7H4bD9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YLY7H4bD9Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still laughing : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-808873658964491823?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/808873658964491823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=808873658964491823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/808873658964491823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/808873658964491823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-cuuut-uuu.html' title='i will cuuut uuu'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-7398707762785272581</id><published>2009-04-01T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:31:38.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>april fools!</title><content type='html'>happy april fools day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lame and didnt pull any jokes, but i heard some funny ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i inadvertently knocked my roommate to the floor... let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the lakers game (finally- its been over a week! not watching lakers games while in ny? not ok.) so i only got to catch the last half hour/hour of the game cuz i had a meeting, but it was all good. but i was so tired that i was falling asleep during the game. so right when the buzzer sounded i was like, ok. nap time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go to change into some comfy sleep shorts- they are in this cupboard in our room. this story really doesnt make sense unless you have been to my room and know what it looks like. anyway, i did it in the dark and didnt even close the door. i just changed and fell into my bed and knocked the eff out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then my dear roommate cat goes to take a nap as well- apparently today is just a drowsy day- and she closes her eyes for about 10 minutes when she gets a phone call. and she thinks, ok well i should get this, so she is running out to hte living room- bless her little heart!- so that she doesnt wake me in my napping. but of course, i left the clear door open cuz im inconsiderate and my heart should not be blessed haha, and she runs into it and apparently falls to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so cat is like, *ouch* and yells susan! and when she is telling me this story she looks at me and goes- did you even hear me?? you didn't even stir. haha i really didnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uh.... april fools? haha and sorry my dearest roommate. i love you so!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a fail of a nap and really, a fail of a blog entry. but oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the best part- so i had this dream about vanilla bean ice cream. wut the heck! i havent thought about vanilla bean ice cream in a long time. and it came to me in my dream. and now im craving it. random! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all- the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-7398707762785272581?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/7398707762785272581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=7398707762785272581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7398707762785272581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/7398707762785272581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='april fools!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-4531626790879151838</id><published>2009-03-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:31:38.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>must update spring break!</title><content type='html'>spring break is already over! and that is sad. i wish i had a couple days to get everything organized before school. i came back today and spent the whole day putting things away and organizing... and i have work to do already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i cant forget everything i did during spring break! sooooo hopefully tmrw, after school and work, i can update everything i did. didnt take as many pictures as i should have. but it was really fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i g2g but cross ur fingers and hope i remember everything! : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-4531626790879151838?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/4531626790879151838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=4531626790879151838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4531626790879151838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/4531626790879151838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-update-spring-break.html' title='must update spring break!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-8242826419221219477</id><published>2009-03-23T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:32:03.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>i want a polar bear!</title><content type='html'>i always wished i had a puppy... but after this video.. eff puppies! i want a lil cub!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwZH_aT0FGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwZH_aT0FGI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cuties are they?? awwwwwww &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe im going to new york tmrw to see my lovely reena with my besties teresa and kenny! hooorayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-8242826419221219477?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/8242826419221219477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=8242826419221219477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8242826419221219477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/8242826419221219477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-polar-bear.html' title='i want a polar bear!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-2464949897210405094</id><published>2009-03-15T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:31:38.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>oh dear...</title><content type='html'>part 1: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:32:10 AM liudailo: man&lt;br /&gt;1:32:12 AM liudailo: should i make ramen&lt;br /&gt;1:32:17 AM snuzye: OH DEAR&lt;br /&gt;1:32:18 AM liudailo: or just sleep my hunger away&lt;br /&gt;1:32:19 AM snuzye: that sounds delicious&lt;br /&gt;1:32:22 AM snuzye: too bad i dont have anymore!&lt;br /&gt;1:32:23 AM liudailo: LOL&lt;br /&gt;1:32:25 AM liudailo: OH DEAR?&lt;br /&gt;1:32:31 AM liudailo: who do u think u are? piglet?&lt;br /&gt;1:32:45 AM snuzye: hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know piglets said oh dear! ahahaha coool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and part 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:34:32 AM liudailo: wow&lt;br /&gt;1:34:36 AM liudailo: i just litereally LOL'd&lt;br /&gt;1:34:43 AM liudailo: *literally&lt;br /&gt;1:34:44 AM snuzye: dude thats #2.&lt;br /&gt;1:34:49 AM liudailo: litereally? wtf&lt;br /&gt;1:34:57 AM snuzye: am i the frikken funniest person uve ever talked to or wut&lt;br /&gt;1:35:15 AM liudailo: lolllll&lt;br /&gt;1:35:25 AM liudailo: i dont know if u're the funniest&lt;br /&gt;1:35:41 AM liudailo: but i definitely enjoy talking to you... you awkward person u&lt;br /&gt;1:35:54 AM snuzye: ahahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to share! it was funny!! : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ awkkkward.... haha my favorite! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. good bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must start my 200 pages + 10 podcasts to study for by monday... i was supposed to start on thursday, and now it is sunday and i seriously havent started yet. eff my life. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-2464949897210405094?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/2464949897210405094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=2464949897210405094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2464949897210405094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/2464949897210405094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear...'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1295882974760581987</id><published>2009-03-13T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:32:45.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>rockin that thang remix!</title><content type='html'>my song of the moment! soooo good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkuAvgRGFrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkuAvgRGFrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me dive in ur heart and swim around in ur soul... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fabolous and ludacris : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note- i played ball today. so bad! i know, i even declared to the facebook world that i wouldnt play until after finals. fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karma = i missed all my shots. boohoo. and i got swatted too. wut a terrible day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but great song!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1295882974760581987?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1295882974760581987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1295882974760581987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1295882974760581987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1295882974760581987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/rockin-that-thang-remix.html' title='rockin that thang remix!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-3926890869617044665</id><published>2009-03-12T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:35:23.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>laaast nightt</title><content type='html'>so last night:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had my first ever block! exciting! yes? i think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a poor shooting day- even at my standards! poops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to go back and have a better day, but my conscious is telling me, now is the time to give it a break and get some studying done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;altho i ended up watching the lakers instead. and then iw as like ok well its an early game so ill study after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i ended up watching friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kiss me thru the foneeeee... never ever never ever... i need songs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it weird that i have a really hard time falling asleep? i realized that i toss and turn a lot. and thinking back, this isnt a new problem. i wonder why that is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok really must start reading now. SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-3926890869617044665?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/3926890869617044665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=3926890869617044665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3926890869617044665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/3926890869617044665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/laaast-nightt.html' title='laaast nightt'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-1534685272320932135</id><published>2009-03-12T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:14:19.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>kobe as mvp!</title><content type='html'>kobe is such a hottie and he should be mvp!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this &lt;a href="http://bleacherreport.com/articles/135973-kobe-bryant-should-repeat-as-mvp/show_full"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; says it best.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone should vote accordingly! : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-1534685272320932135?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/1534685272320932135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=1534685272320932135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1534685272320932135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/1534685272320932135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/kobe-as-mvp.html' title='kobe as mvp!'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-534661337170533363</id><published>2009-03-11T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:35:56.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>plan fail.</title><content type='html'>my planned schedule for today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch lakers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;what ended up happening: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chat/blog/tweet/facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch lakers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch sunshine cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha faiiilllll... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625142520302760147-534661337170533363?l=snuzye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/feeds/534661337170533363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1625142520302760147&amp;postID=534661337170533363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/534661337170533363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625142520302760147/posts/default/534661337170533363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snuzye.blogspot.com/2009/03/plan-fail.html' title='plan fail.'/><author><name>suz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625142520302760147.post-9182709040931879228</id><published>2009-03-11T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:36:50.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>amazing class!</title><content type='html'>soo im taking this class edu m103- everyone should take it! its like azn am education schooling. anyways it is a really good class and i learned a lot from it, and it inspired me to do a phd in education instead of psychology.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, our professor- eunai shrake... sweetest professor ever. ever! seriously, today, she bought us all panda express. what?? no seriously. i had me some orange chicken and beef and teriyaki chicken and noodles and rice and fried rice and it was just delicious. i cant believe she did that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that you should take the class for food, but i really did learn a lot! and even tho we were sharing what we learned, and she thought we didnt learn anything because we were talking about the fun activities that we had- i hope she knows deep down that we did learn a lot! at least i did. so i want to thank her for that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, just recommending it to everyone who is an edu minor or azn am major or minor, or just wanted to take a really amazing elective. take this class. thats all! 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