<?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-7402845728153466286</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:35:30.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with...</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8687026778445428669</id><published>2010-03-06T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:17:26.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and she Greets the Day with... change of place.</title><content type='html'>Moving this blog to a new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mividabella.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8687026778445428669?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8687026778445428669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8687026778445428669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-she-greets-day-with-change-of-place.html' title='and she Greets the Day with... change of place.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1511997102443081323</id><published>2010-03-06T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:24:14.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she Greets the Day with... reality.</title><content type='html'>I really do wish that I would have met you in another place in time of my life.  I met you too soon. We didn't have our things together, we didn't fully think of our actions in what we did, who we saw, how we felt.  Everything was more of a rush than anything. It was more of a sick, naive act, that turned into a beautiful road...gone wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's so weird how things turn for the worst.  It's funny to think that there were so many opportunities to see either the good in this or even the bad in things and yet... our perception is distorted.  Ever imagine that? Where it's something so obvious, something so blunt yelling at you in the fucking face, telling you, "Look idiot, this is the perfect example of......" or "How many times have you seen this act?" Either way, it's amazing how we choose to only see what our mind has already chosen, simply because of the four letter word- love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm a puppet. I have no control of when I smile, when I speak, when I simply just- do anything when it came to you.  It was a act of "you need to make someone else happy. You need to do this. You need to remember WHO you are seeing. This is golden." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a princess. Your princess. I was the one that should be "glad to be dating [you.]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is wrong with that? It that you shot me so fucking low to the ground, that I couldn't pick myself back up. Why? Oh, that's right: so I could learn. A slap in the face, a slap for myself. Learn. Grow up. Be who you want to be. Spread your wings and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that. It was a sick way of you getting over whatever you wanted to get over. Of hiding your emotions. Sweeping it under the rug so later, you can dust of when you're numb. But that's funny- because when I was numb this WHOLE time- I revived myself, I became strong, to make you feel better. at any given point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always afraid to think of love, until I met you. It was something new to me; something that I had longed for, and when the time came I was afraid.  It all seemed something as if from a movie, especially the movie, "The Notebook" which makes me utterly and disgustingly sick.  Still, I went for it, after a sign of guilt, after emotions ran wild, after I couldn't just not talk to you for a couple of hours.  Here is where the whole part of the "disgustingly distorted perception" comes into place.  It tells your body, oh feel this- oh feel that.  In this moment you are SUPPOSED to be like this- if you do things THIS way, it'll only turn out like the perfect ending in the movies. In the fairy tales at the end of the book. Right before the book closes the hard cover. That part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily. Ever. After. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did love you. I really did. A lot at that. And although love conquers all, it didn't with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALITY conquers all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1511997102443081323?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1511997102443081323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1511997102443081323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-she-greets-day-with-reality.html' title='And she Greets the Day with... reality.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-32231851930369204</id><published>2010-03-06T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:07:52.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she Greets the Day with... jumping around.</title><content type='html'>After coming home from doing what I was doing... I've reached many many thoughts. Sigh, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Max, why buddy? Why..&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know, Max Rodriguez fell off a 5th floor balcony at J26 last weekend.  He sat up on the ledge, joked about falling, and didn't fall.  He tried to joke again, this time not catching himself and falling straight down. He was dead on impact. It's crazy to think during all these times in which you stop talking to someone the next week- they could be gone. Hold your relationships close to you. Every. Single. One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss coming home to you, I miss the cuddles, the sweet everything, the gorgeous smile, the endless hugs, the fighting, the love, the everything. However, I looked at your picture the other day and I felt nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drinking on the EBus&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware that college campus- you're gonna drink. If you do.  But what I don't get is if you're gonna drink, why don't you do it responsibly?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are people so negative?&lt;br /&gt;For everything. I'm sorry if you think your life sucks, but don't take it out on other people's lives. ITS NOT OUR FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Living situations&lt;br /&gt;WE FOuND A HOUSE FOR NEXT YEAR. It's perfect, which a fire place, a backyard, big kitchen- it's pretty much amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch one. Random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Calls at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;"Come over.." "I miss you."  "I just want to cuddle."&lt;br /&gt;Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You make me smile. I just OH this deserves another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-32231851930369204?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/32231851930369204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/32231851930369204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-she-greets-day-with-jumping-around.html' title='And she Greets the Day with... jumping around.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-2510514043107961429</id><published>2010-03-04T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:01:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... the day after.</title><content type='html'>I tried sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it, Dane. Fish eggs? You would.&lt;br /&gt;I called Aubrey to check on her. If, only, if only.&lt;br /&gt;Us three, again. Sleep overs, bonfires, and us.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, please come visit me today- I need you.&lt;br /&gt;“When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.”&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;"It’s sad when people you know become people you knew. When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk fo hours. And how now, you can barely even look at them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."&lt;br /&gt;Tupac Shakur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... you know, if people wanted to be in your life- they would make an effort to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-2510514043107961429?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2510514043107961429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2510514043107961429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-she-greets-day-with-day-after.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... the day after.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-3030051394480743139</id><published>2010-02-28T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:00:18.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... March 3, 2010.</title><content type='html'>This day is going to be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember all the times we used to laugh with each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said you were good for me.&lt;br /&gt;But we fought, and we bickered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yet we would come back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Mad or not, you could ALWAYS put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you for all those years,&lt;br /&gt;and you had finally came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so comfortable, and so broken in.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dane, March 3, 2010 is going to be one year.&lt;br /&gt;One year without you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY did you have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Because now, youre not here.&lt;br /&gt;Youre not here with Aubrey, youre not here with me, youre not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO many things I wish you were here for. SO MANY THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;and I want to be mad at you, I really do. But I can't. You had your reasoning, but then it brings me back to WHY DIDNT YOU FREAKIN CALL ONE OF US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. And I hope you know, that March 3rd is going to be a REALLY hard day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/5650_137522229135_586419135_3360276.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-3030051394480743139?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3030051394480743139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3030051394480743139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-march-3-2010.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... March 3, 2010.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-5669352779374189519</id><published>2010-02-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:30:45.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... beauty, on this beautiful day.</title><content type='html'>She’s got a baby inside&lt;br /&gt;And holds her belly tight&lt;br /&gt;All through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just so she knows&lt;br /&gt;She’s sleeping so&lt;br /&gt;Safely to keep&lt;br /&gt;Her growing&lt;br /&gt;And oh when she'll open her eyes&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no surprise&lt;br /&gt;That she'll grow to be&lt;br /&gt;So beautifully&lt;br /&gt;Just like her mother&lt;br /&gt;That’s carrying&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;She’s beauty&lt;br /&gt;Baby inside she’s loving&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;She’s beauty&lt;br /&gt;There is and angel growin’ peacefully&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;Sweet baby&lt;br /&gt;And things will be hard at times&lt;br /&gt;But I've learned to try&lt;br /&gt;Just listening&lt;br /&gt;Patiently, oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;Sweet baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;She’s beauty&lt;br /&gt;Baby inside she’s loving&lt;br /&gt;Oh Capri&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Just like your mother&lt;br /&gt;That’s carrying...Oh Capri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;beautiful song, and can't wait for the American Dream- the husband, the family, the home...&lt;br /&gt;but not anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great day outside! Go play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-5669352779374189519?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5669352779374189519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5669352779374189519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-beauty-on-this.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... beauty, on this beautiful day.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-681039978072041719</id><published>2010-02-24T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:45:52.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with...  finally breathing.</title><content type='html'>The moment that is indescribable gets described with my iphone on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh I, Don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;And I, have told you lately&lt;br /&gt;That I'm tired of talking about the same old reasons we change&lt;br /&gt;Just take it easy don't worry about these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm keeping it cool, now thinking about you, sticking around and if we should pay&lt;br /&gt;Tied down,looking around and I know what I want so don't hold me down&lt;br /&gt;Oh I, I don't play games&lt;br /&gt;And I, I have been learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just to let it all go and quiet when I feel like speaking&lt;br /&gt;My mind done whatever it is I need to make clear and just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm keeping it cool, now thinking about you, sticking around and if we should pay&lt;br /&gt;Tied down, I'm looking around and I know what I want so don't hold me down...&lt;br /&gt;Down....&lt;br /&gt;Down....&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hold me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm keeping it cool, now thinking about you, sticking around and if we should pay&lt;br /&gt;Tied down, I'm looking around and I know what I want so don't hold me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I, I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;So please please please won't you listen&lt;br /&gt;To the troubles all around me, I'm caught up and I'm barely breathin&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finding that holding on is harder than &lt;b&gt;never leaving&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0345-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-681039978072041719?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/681039978072041719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/681039978072041719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-finally.html' title='And She Greets the Day with...  finally breathing.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-9088983044122040750</id><published>2010-02-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:48:32.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with...  snowflakes.</title><content type='html'>How could I NOT talk about this tremendous day? You know that advertising class that I have been working so hard at? Okay, well- it finally payed off. First project grades are out and so is the first exam and I am pleased. Very, very pleased.  In photojournalism, my picture made it into the "favorites" in the class. AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it snowed today, nothing big.&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;z;xkcjbk;zxbc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i was so excited :) Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-9088983044122040750?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9088983044122040750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9088983044122040750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-snowflakes.html' title='And She Greets the Day with...  snowflakes.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-3268130182769759195</id><published>2010-02-22T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:49:37.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... a smile.</title><content type='html'>Confidence is the key, right?&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;Danny says, "I'm happy for you. But,I'm not surprised. Only you. It only took you to smile."&lt;br /&gt;It took this long, and the time is finally here. I've found him &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-3268130182769759195?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3268130182769759195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3268130182769759195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-smile.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... a smile.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-5195559906455963651</id><published>2010-02-22T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:16:30.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... heart racing.</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling that you get when you're &lt;br /&gt;Excited?&lt;br /&gt;Scared?&lt;br /&gt;Nervous?&lt;br /&gt;Anxious?&lt;br /&gt;Busy?&lt;br /&gt;That feeling that you get when you see a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Or the feeling that you HATE when you go to sleep on an argument?&lt;br /&gt;Or the feeling of giving someone an Eskimo kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the feeling the day of a test that you have studied your heart out for?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well- today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising 318J is going to get OWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;love love love you.&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;oh, sometimes you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0345-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-5195559906455963651?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5195559906455963651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5195559906455963651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-heart-racing.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... heart racing.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1039267880183519084</id><published>2010-02-19T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:37:59.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... smurfs.</title><content type='html'>I painted my nails today.&lt;br /&gt;A Smurf Blue color I would say. :)&lt;br /&gt;It is something out of my norm,&lt;br /&gt;I ever tried this in my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really suck at this poem thing,&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, My phone is gonna ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told today that I am silly even when I'm alone,&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know....I was on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is weird at times,&lt;br /&gt;but oh hey, he's sooo damn fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm sorry- advertising is making me go nuts and well, I figured this would be my outlet for awhile. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1039267880183519084?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1039267880183519084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1039267880183519084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-smurfs.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... smurfs.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-7783115123582523759</id><published>2010-02-15T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:54:35.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... 1♡365.</title><content type='html'>So I began this 1♡365 Camera Ready Project:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be taking shots everyday for a year where I can see my experience grow day to day. It's something to keep me shooting, as well as a place to look back on. :) I'll be posting maybe like 2 pictures a day, from the day before, as well as that day. Keep on the look out.&lt;br /&gt;ORRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;flickr.com/photos/jasminevallejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0366-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1♡365&lt;br /&gt;Feb 14 2010&lt;br /&gt;My First WEDDING AS A PHOTOGRAPHER!&lt;br /&gt;Portfolio, here we come :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0047-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2♡365&lt;br /&gt;Feb 15 2010&lt;br /&gt;Imma Be Imma Be Imma Be Be Be ... not studying. (for once.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the wedding shoot; it was amazing. I loved it. The library is about to close right now: but I will upload this one picture until I have time to upload the others. One of my favorite pictures from the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_1335_2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy: LOVED the camera. and made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, keep on truckin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-7783115123582523759?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7783115123582523759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7783115123582523759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-1365.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... 1♡365.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-2009865512705488075</id><published>2010-02-14T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:31:06.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... testing the waters.</title><content type='html'>VALENTINES DAY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PUTTING MY FEET IN THE WATER.&lt;br /&gt;IM JUMPING IN.&lt;br /&gt;IM TAKING A CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;IM SEEING IF THIS IS RIGHT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;IM GIVING IT ALL I GOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TIME,&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY PERFECT CHANCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Photo1053-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-2009865512705488075?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2009865512705488075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2009865512705488075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-testing-waters.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... testing the waters.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-6665442866282206994</id><published>2010-02-11T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:14:55.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... Picking Men like we do dresses.</title><content type='html'>We all tend to judge a book by their cover.  Everyone does it.  And for those who say they don't judge, it's okay... Everyone does do it. Now I'm not saying that the judging is okay, nor am I saying that &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; everyone does it that it makes it okay, but what I am saying is that it is more of the fact that it is okay to admit to judging with your eyes.  This is how our brains work.  This is how we function.  We observe with our eyes first, and that is the first assumption.  I'll admit, I did and had before until I really talked to this one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was someone that I knew a while back.  Scratch that, we didn't know each other but we knew of each other.  And she was someone that I looked up to; she was this very charismatic person, was outgoing, was very pretty, overall social butterfly.  Always the center of attention in anyway possible.  Someone that I had just... envied.  Was that person you looked at and said, "I want to be like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the popular girl in the crowd, the one that everyone wanted to hang out with, the one that was involved in everything, had partied, the guys wanted her, the girls wanted her.  She was very ambitious, but in some ways was... a bitch. She was mean. Things were to go her way or no way.  This was something that had pushed me away from getting to know her although we had mutual friends.  Because of this, I did not want to get to know her- feeling of which I would be another "target" for her.  I was intimidated by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, I had her for a class fall semester of '09.  I had her in a communication class and I remember first thought thinking, "oh, great. She's the mean girl."  Well long story short, we talked and day by day she would say hi, see me across campus, see me in my apartment, and was just a very... genuine person.  She would text to offer to study together, to hangout, to just... be friends.  I know that the whole a couple of years back I had formed this idea of her and it just sort of stuck...&lt;br /&gt;until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have her for another class this semester. By total luck.  A simple, "oh hey! you're in this class? COOL! lets study together again this semester!"  Actually getting to know her was something that deep down I wanted to do, just never had the chance to become her friend.  This mornin' she texted me saying that she would be studying for our exam today in the library. A simple, "oh hey, im skipping my class" text with a response, "me too! ill meet you soon." was a beginning to something that I least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we had never really caught up- ever really talked about our personal lives until this conversation earlier.  We talked about our exes, we talked about our lives, our family, just really everything. Wow. This girl really is a lot like me.  And the funny thing is, I would have never had known that had I not talked to her, had I not tried to be her friend, had I not given up every possible assumption I made of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see you. Exactly like I was- at the same year you are." (She's a senior, I'm a second year.)  Someone ambitious, social, goal oriented, and assertive.  She's going places in life. She heading somewhere. She's going to be somebody. With as many connections as she has, this girl has it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things like opening up can really help you out in the long run. I disclosed feelings of people to her, she disclosed some to me and they over all just brought this whole new assumption of her to a different world.   "You put faith into someone like you do religion," to "The world is scared of strong women. And with men, they are too. They either like it, or...they don't. We sometime choose men like we do dresses. You go in, you pick out a dress, it suits you the best, you're comfortable in it, but it's the most expensive.  Same with men, It's usually the cutest one you see, the one you want the most, also the biggest asshole."  From this little conversation we had, we grew closer, from both ends. Good things to come from this friendship. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, girl. Have fun in Louisiana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-6665442866282206994?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6665442866282206994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6665442866282206994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-picking-men.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... Picking Men like we do dresses.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-7922618244573866163</id><published>2010-02-10T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:27:12.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... the ugliest feeling in the world.</title><content type='html'>sdlkfdlskjfsdjkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling to have let someone down, unwillingly, and you do it. To hurt someone, unintentionally. And it doesn't even matter who it is. It doesn't matter how old they are.  It could be your grandparents, your friends, your sisters/brothers/cousins, boyfriends, girlfriends, your pet for goodness sake. (Let's be realistic here, you can let them down whether its not taking them for a walk on their daily routine... ) Or it could be a little innocent boy or girl in elementary.  It surrounds all of us, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are all just a little too hard on ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is the ugliest feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And this weather doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated: forgiven. :) im a very forgiving person, and right now there's nothing more to do than smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-7922618244573866163?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7922618244573866163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7922618244573866163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-ugliest-feeling.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... the ugliest feeling in the world.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1660600598831635821</id><published>2010-02-09T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:08:19.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... taking risks.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing it. I've held back too many times. This time, it's different. I'm ready. I'm ready for you, Im ready for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1660600598831635821?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1660600598831635821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1660600598831635821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-taking-risks.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... taking risks.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-7028533569074519992</id><published>2010-02-07T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:02:42.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Just when I had you off my head&lt;br /&gt;Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna try again&lt;br /&gt;But I've tried everything but giving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;Why am I gonna let you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket on a plane&lt;br /&gt;And by the time it landed you had gone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than songs can say&lt;br /&gt;But I can't keep running after yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;Why am I gonna let you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;-John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;SO excited for his concert in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-7028533569074519992?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7028533569074519992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7028533569074519992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-goodbye.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... goodbye.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8623786238332050321</id><published>2010-02-05T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:57:05.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with...IP Addresses.</title><content type='html'>There is a difference between friends wanting to know what you are up to and creepiness from others.  So recently my views have INCREASINGLY been a bit high, from Oklahoma State University. Please, let me know who you are :) wait, I know. hahahah. You visit quite often.... my thought, is WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 7,10, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 30, 31, &lt;br /&gt;Feb 1, 2, 3, and 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with times and dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8623786238332050321?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8623786238332050321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8623786238332050321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-withip-addresses.html' title='And She Greets the Day with...IP Addresses.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-375651378060824411</id><published>2010-02-04T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:56:03.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... I just haven't met you yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;3 You know, it's just one of those days.  One of those days where you think, you smile, you laugh and just want to listen to Michael Buble. It's the rainy kind of weather, where you just WANT to think, smile, laugh, cuddle, hug, embrace, the kind of feeling where there is just so much love in the air.  That feeling where you look at anyone and you just simply say everything you want... in a smile?You want to go grab hot chocolate, you want to sit down in front of the TV watching love/cliche movies, the days that you are just full of love.  It's that day.  It's that month.  It's February.  Who knows what this month will bring... it is by far my favorite month ever.  The colors, the love, the flowers, the chocolate (white of course), the...the... everything.  That feeling that gives you butterflies, the noodley feeling, it's just in the air.I can sit here and say that I know it'll all turn out in the end for me- but as far as where I am right now, I just want someone to spoil.  I want someone I can "give so much more than I get- I just haven't met you yet."Wherever You AreWhenever It's RightYou Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My LifeAnd I Know That We Can Be So AmazingAnd Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change MeAnd Now I Can See Every Possibility Thanks, Michael Buble.&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/haventmetyouyetDSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-375651378060824411?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/375651378060824411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/375651378060824411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-she-greets-day-with-i-just-havent.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... I just haven&apos;t met you yet.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-9032046729572961189</id><published>2010-01-19T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:27:05.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... @#$%!</title><content type='html'>wanting you happy&lt;br /&gt;was always more important&lt;br /&gt;than wanting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the first day of classes, I had a great time.  They were scheduled at the perfect time- my day seems to be busy but then again since when have I complained about being busy?  I sure hope this semester is better than last, medication free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting, OA Class, and Photojournalism.&lt;br /&gt;You know, a good day.  Accounting- dealing with lemonade stands, my professor seems like a really great guy. OA- what else to say about that class? and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photojournalism:&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been critiqued on this subject by those who have read my blog and have chosen to say stuff behind my back which is fine, if you choose to do so I probably don't want to hear what you have to say in the first place. We all need improvement, right? Yeah, that's including you.  After going into this class and seeing a powerpoint from previous students I cannot wait to take this course.  I have truly found what I love to take pictures of and what my main focus is on.  We will see where this goes but as far as I'm concerned, photojournalism will be a minor along with business in my major.  Always wanting to conquer the world has brought me thus far and finally I'm sticking to it.  This class had me feeling... I'm not sure what the word is but I was just in awe so much to learn, so many workshops, I cannot wait. Good and Great things are to come from this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that I want to help people and I love nonprofits therefore that is where I have chosen my plain and career in life.  This summer I will be working with Toms- those who do not know what that is, it is a nonprofit organization where if you by one pair of shoes you're actually sending one to a child in Africa.  How exciting?  Next is something where my heart has grown extra close to.  Adoption.  For various reasons, this has a very special place to my heart and because of that I am wanting to change the policy for adoption. Trust me, that will be done. No if's, and's or but's. Curious to what I'm wanting to change? Ask me. I'd be more than willing to help you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I love photography.  Capturing the moment and turning it into art.  This is where it has lead me to wanting to be a wedding planner.  I'm very good with dates, deadlines, and also wanting to make people happy and feel special- what other occupation can I have.  Of course, this is something that will be on the side not only a wedding planner but a wedding photographer. I have a date for one coming up soon so please keep on the lookout :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things to come for 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-9032046729572961189?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9032046729572961189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9032046729572961189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-she-greets-day-with.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... @#$%!'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1972430194102820599</id><published>2010-01-18T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:20:59.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... refreshing.</title><content type='html'>So, I know that it has been awhile since I have updated in this wonderful blog- and I'm terribly sorry. Many, many, manyyyyy updates.  Inhale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Texas to Cali.&lt;br /&gt;Matt decided to invite me to go to California with him and his friend, Alfie, and his brother Joel and his girlfriend. :) It was such a wonderful trip, except fort he fact that I needed to sit on my butt for 29ish hours.  I remember having to try to stand up so that my butt could denumb. haha :( We did make stops one of which to visit a restaurant that was on Man vs. Food. How cool is that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00739.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was first picked up, we went to walmart to grab last minute things and well long story short I thought that I dropped my wallet so I ran all around the store trying to find it when really, I had left it in the car :( ooopsie. silly, silly, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually slept through the night of the drive but it did include some songs of N*Sync, Trey Songz, and many other sing alongs.  Cuddlin' up next to my sweetie was the only thing that was making the ride up there enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00724.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing that I must mention was the fact that we didnt keep in mind that we would go through a whole day without showering... so we had to stop at a run down hotel to ask for an hour of use in order for all of us to shower.  now, this was a fun scavenger hunt.  We ended up driving around to motels that were... by strip clubs because those are the mainly the ones that rent by the hour... hahah awkward enough? yes.  We showered, making sure the only thing that we did touch was the shower and...that's it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting to California, and on the way there my wonderful ex, was texting me on things I should be on the lookout for.  One was a huge dinosaur next to the highway.  I didn't really believe him until just about when he told me it was going to be, we showed up in the dark around 3 in the mornin to this HUGE T-Rex and Dinny. omg. I'm not going to lie it was probably the most scariest thing I had to see at night time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00780.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00782.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up knowing that we were in Cali was a good feeling. We reached our hotel, rested for the next day to visit the Rose Bowl- finding out where we were going to park and be the next day.  That night, we visited Santa Monica Pier which was a good experience.  Some place that I just felt happy and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00969.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the game had a fantastic time. Also ran into a couple of friends there which was also funny. Cameron, Lance, and others. :)Also, met Michael Huff, Ricky Williams, and Vince Young. Oh, btw- Ricky totally wants to be with me. &lt;br /&gt;Convo went something like...&lt;br /&gt;"hi, whats your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"im jasmine."&lt;br /&gt;"well, jasmine, you know...I like flowers."&lt;br /&gt;":DDDDD well I like you." (most awkward thing to say, yes I am aware)&lt;br /&gt;"oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;"hey, ricky can you do me a huge favor? can you smile for the picture?"&lt;br /&gt;"smile?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, really big because its nice."&lt;br /&gt;"okay, i'll smile- but only for you."&lt;br /&gt;dskfjhsdlkjfhsdkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00959.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00977.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00993.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the game until the end and unfortunately it wasn't the outcome that we wanted but we know that if Colt was in, the outcome really would have been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day there we visited Venice Beach, Hollywood, and Beverly Hills. I can finally say that I have put my little footsies in the west coast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC01025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC01043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC01053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC01054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC01109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC01134.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00924.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1972430194102820599?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1972430194102820599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1972430194102820599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-she-greets-day-with-refreshing.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... refreshing.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-7911059055165444362</id><published>2010-01-03T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:27:50.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... a new decade.</title><content type='html'>2010.&lt;br /&gt;twenty ten? or two thousand ten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't decided yet, but I think I'm going to stick to the usual twenty ten... well simply because with God's wishes, I'll be graduating in the year twenty twelve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year has gotten to a great start. I enjoyed spending time with those who have been there through thick and thin and have never left my side.  Some had even came back. GOOOOOOOD start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00662.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00659.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00676.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But decisions have been made though. Mistake? No. Wouldn't say that but it was something I had never done before. Never imagined doing. But what done is done and hey, it was fun! :) Just hoping I remember this when I look back on my college days. "Stay Golden." hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helllllllllllo twenty ten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-7911059055165444362?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7911059055165444362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7911059055165444362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-she-greets-day-with-new-decade.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... a new decade.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8078942966514839317</id><published>2009-12-29T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:18:06.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with...holiday bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken at the Riverwalk. Check out the couple at the top. SO not planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this wonderful urge to come back to San Antonio this year.  There was something in me that just told me good was going to come from it. Something that was so pulling, that I just had to be in town as soon as I was finished with school.  I missed my family, my mom, my dad, my brother, my nephew.  This was our first year where we spent the full holidays together and it was a true blessing.  Being able to open presents, seeing smiles on our faces, and having the love fill the room was very fulfilling. This was a much needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was I able to catch up with the family and have some very much needed family time, I am catching up with good ole' East Central Friends.  And yet although some are doing the same bonefire, drinkin, and smokin' country type of thing- I do miss it.  I miss the laughters, the jokes, the strokes," and "zzzz's."  Being able to catch up is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten close to a few people while being here. A few closer to others.  &lt;br /&gt;Kris-&lt;br /&gt;Boy, You are something else. Can't say anything other than that.  It was only a matter of time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aub-&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ.. From you and I at the beginning being the most blunt girls that we know, we still are the same and have gotten closer than ever. We both call each others bluffs and I think we may need nametags for the guys. haha I know that something that ties us both together is Dane and I am truly thankful for that. He is looking over both of us and loves us both. That little bunny of ours is a butthead but hey- he's still Dane and will lead us in the right direction through anything- (Devin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roland-&lt;br /&gt;My solider. I love you. You're a great person, and have changed for the better.  Being able to just go to your place and hang out or you to come to mine and do the same, it's a good feeling.  I'm glad you were able to talk about me being real to you and callin you out on your bullcrap... and you getting a little jealous at times. hah You are one of my good friends, and I love learnin the young money crew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason-&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny-&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold.  And although you may get mad at the tiniest things, I know that you are a great guy and loves to have fun.  That one night that I opened up to you and you showed me the word of God brought me ten times closer to you.  Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break isn't over yet. And I'm sure there's many more memories to come especially Georgia, PASADENA, and atx.  I'll be back to write a few later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8078942966514839317?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8078942966514839317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8078942966514839317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-she-greets-day-withholiday-bliss.html' title='And She Greets the Day with...holiday bliss.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1337540663140262431</id><published>2009-12-18T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:51:48.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... themes.</title><content type='html'>:o)&lt;br /&gt;So themes are everywhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;Including just about every party that you attend at UT.  Considering that this is my blog for the world to see, as well as when I get older to look back on my college experience, I must say... that I would need to put this in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to this university, I didn't know that parties had "themes." Well, okay I lied. I went to a few when I was a senior and went to visit friends in college, but it wasn't like I could experience the whole thing until I got here as a wide-eyed freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this organization Texas Lonestars, and we mix with other organizations here on campus. (Well, the mixing is off campus.)  Each mixer or get together is tied to a certain theme.  Girls and guys dress up and have fun, just a way of making new friends.  Some have boyfriends, some have girlfriends, some have both (okay kidding) but it's just a way of meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to post some pictures of what I have experienced- themes I may have no agreed with but for the most part this has been an enjoyable experience. In order from first to most recent. I'll come back to fill in others :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4161.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4155.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40's and Shorty's..... first ever, didn't stay too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF5250.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF5254.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja: (one of my favorites to dress up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/dateskate013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Skate: 90's theme, what better else than NINJA TURTLES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF5837.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF5838.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Wild West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF5735.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF5743.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacklight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/8429_164827449135_586419135_3750456.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/8429_164827454135_586419135_3750457.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Boots and Daisy Dukes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF8559.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF8569.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and White... except the birthday girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween: In college seems to last a whole week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/8125_1119291752449_1531680178_30326.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/8125_1119291872452_1531680178_30326.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC: Anything But Clothes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00519.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC00531.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacky Sweater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1337540663140262431?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1337540663140262431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1337540663140262431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-she-greets-day-with-themes.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... themes.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-9210697009660401129</id><published>2009-12-02T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:20:16.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... the two D's.</title><content type='html'>Perfect for each other.  I had a mutual friend of ours tell me that yet again, posts have been posted, talks have been talked about, and names have been mentioned. For what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what gets me. You both grew up in the church. You both have this "I love the Lord with all my heart" attitude, yet... you act like this. Are you kidding me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You, little girl.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, not "yet" a woman. (wait for it... your response?- "I'm older." honestly, you don't act like it.) Judging mine and his relationship?  What good does that do for you? What do you get out of it?  That you waited in San Antonio for him to come back to you?  You didn't go off to college, you didn't go to Africa... No, he didn't come back.  I'm sorry. You want him to see your love is genuine? Truth? From his perspective?  Y'all had a relationship that was based out of routine.  It was based out of repetitiveness.   Fight after fight.  Retaliation after retaliation.  However, you are right about one thing though. It was Year....after Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OVER HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was years ago. And yet you still blog about him, you still talk about me, you still say that my relationship with him wasn't genuine love?  Can you say what love is? From your posting, almost every one of them pertains to love. finding love. experiencing love.  finding the right person to experience love with.  Just because you were with him for however many years you actually count... it doesn't mean I had a "weaker" love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were "heartbroken" and "crying on your bathroom floor" had you not wanted someone there for you?  Exactly. You never got over him.  You always wanted to stay in that damn hole that you both "dug, dug, dug yourself in, and eventually he pulled me down with him,"  You are so quick to hold onto anything he throws at you, that you forgot all he did.  And, no I watched my word choice.  You &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; forgave him. You may claim that you have, but if you did you wouldn't be acting like this.  Posting "this is for you. this is the last time." You just never found another person that was comfortable with you so you still want him.  You've been trying to compete since we were dating.  Something I wore, something I said, something I wrote, there was always something wrong with me.  Competition for you. For what? Could you not be happy? For him?  Or lets me, what about a stranger- because you knew NOTHING about me.  Funny thing is, you mentioned everything at church. Who would've imagined. Always talked about something that you did better. What does that really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to judge anything that is posted?  It doesn't matter if you were the one that kissed him for sooooooo many years, cried in his bed for sooooooo many years, or let him be the only one to caress you for soooooo many years.  Oh yeah, let's not play that part either- that you were so "Godly". That you both wanted to wait until marriage.  You did everything around having sex in order to go to church that Sunday morning telling the Lord that you were still pure, trying to hide hickeys. I'm sure you weren't fooling anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  You have no idea what you are doing with yourself. How you are presenting yourself. How you judge me.  You think everything is fine and dandy now that y'all talk again? ha. SUCH a fake. Such a child.  I'm praying for you.  It's about damn time you realize....... no one is threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you, mister.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Tough guy macho thing you're trying to represent? Stop it.  You run your stupid mouth, you flick people off, you're so immature.  I can't talk to you. And no, it's not that I'm hurt about the situation, it's that I have this weight over my shoulders that I carry with me every God dang day.  Ask Danny. He's known about what I've been through since the beginning of the summer.  BEFORE you came to me about anything.  And when you discussed this situation with him later, he kept quiet because I asked him to.  So while you were out doing what you do best, trying to sweep girls off their feet, trying to tell them you are in "love with them," and "know a difference between infatuation and loving someone" I was over here dealing with something I will NEVER forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sit here and talk about you every so often.  I look at the fountain- seeing as that's the place you asked me to meet you after you played basketball.I think about 285. 582. 25. 5+2=7. 8.  I sit in the communication school, thinking "I hope he's doing well." I pass by the bus stop laughing from the time you tossed the Gatorade bottle up in the air. Those are memories. Nothing simply than my mind being okay with remembering a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak bad about you. I don't care to. I AM NOT HER.  You know why? Because honestly I was going to have a future with you.  And that's all I'll say to that.  So when you walk right next to me and pretend you don't know me, go ahead. Because your mentality is far too premature to discover and overcome what I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at who you are surrounding yourself with. The drama girls from high school? From MY high school?  Ask for a reason to why they act like they do. Talking about girls, making fun of other people. really? You're into that? You never were. That disgusted you.  Girls bickering about other girls.  And you now leave everything they say for everyone else to see what they say about me. You laugh at the things they say. Sure, go right ahead because I'm sure they were there for you when you needed them THE most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gay thing- really?  I've heard it's been making you upset that you think I'm discussing this. I'm not. So stop trying to add girls to be your friend for another number on your friends list trying to prove something to the world.  Do you not remember being in an "open relationship with a guy" to be funny?  You dug that hole, yourself.  People make their own judgments. What and how would that benefit me? Yeah, this guy I dated is now gay. Really?  I don't need to sit here and try to trash talk you. I never did bring that situation up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, with all this that has happened I can still look at you and say, "wow. he is beautiful." now that says a lot.&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;Madison, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-9210697009660401129?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9210697009660401129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9210697009660401129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-she-greets-day-with-two-ds.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... the two D&apos;s.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-4064045004128279607</id><published>2009-11-28T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:09:00.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... a "WOW."</title><content type='html'>now I will finish this post later, but... WOW. it is less than a month until Christmas. This past year went by SO fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-4064045004128279607?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4064045004128279607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4064045004128279607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-she-greets-day-with-wow.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... a &quot;WOW.&quot;'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1726905552107373290</id><published>2009-11-19T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:41:53.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with… sleeping beauty.</title><content type='html'>School: Midterms, Finals, Add-Drops, and Scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;Social: Texas Lonestars, Parties, and College Life.&lt;br /&gt;Service: Volunteering, Devoting time, Unpaid. &lt;br /&gt;Family: Mom, Dad, Nephew, Brother, and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS fills my life. My time. My everything. I feel like time is going by so fast that I can’t hold on.  My life is going, and going, I don’t feel like I have time for myself.  This has always been me. On the go, fast paced, and busy. But what about the things that I used to be in love with? What about reading a book, just for the hell of it- not for class? What about just taking a walk? No. No time for that. At least- not now.  It’s like I can’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Photo78_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that’s another thing.  Why is my sleeping pattern so off? Wake up at 9ish in order to get to class by 9:30.  Go to class all throughout the day…that is without breaks.  Finally. 4. Out of class, able to rest without worrying about getting to the next class, sitting down it in trying to not bob my head. Oh, we all know those students.  Except- those are usually the ones that show up Friday mornings after a night downtown on College Thursdays on 6th street.  Not the ones that just lack sleep.  Anyway, I go home rest for an hour, grab a bite to each since I haven’t all day, and before you know it… as soon as I sit down to rest…it’s 6:00.  Time for meeting.  Texas Lonestars’ meeting usually last about an hour and fifteen minutes, then off to my next meeting. Soon after, it’s around 8:00 and I’m back at my apartment. “Please God, just let me lay down. Right here. On my bed. No words can express the feeling of being comfortable on a &lt;a href="http://www.csnmattresses.com/Serta-C125400.html"&gt;Serta perfect sleeper.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, can’t do that. If I lay down- I am sure to not get up. That feeling, and I know many of you have “Oh- let me rest my eyes for just 5 minut…..es” And before you know it it’s turned your night into day and you’re up to start the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab books; get ready for the night of studying. Studying for what? Anything. Just reading for the next class day, midterms, preparing for finals, or writing.   PCL is the acronym for Perry Castaneda Library, but I usually refer to it as the PC-Hell. Everyone is so stressed out- studying, talking, discussing.  Of course- you run into many people in there that you love, some not so much, and of course those jerks that occupy the plugs but not for studying- for charging their computer so that they can see their new wall-post, picture comment, or friend request on Facebook.  “The PCL is now closing.” 2:00 a.m. Walk outside to this wonderful cold weather, walk to my car because of course the buses aren’t running right now and drive home.  Finally. S.L.E.E.P. On that comfortable bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WAH WAH WAH” excuse me for not using a better word, but that’s the sound of my alarm. So annoying, to make sure I’m up. And ready to start the day all over again. Life of a college student. Well, the college education that is. Lack of a good sleeping pattern until you get your degree and go off into the “real world.”&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait until break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute- aren't you going out of state and taking college classes? Oh. Boy. Try to catch me... if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1726905552107373290?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1726905552107373290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1726905552107373290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-she-greets-day-with-sleeping-beauty.html' title='And She Greets the Day with… sleeping beauty.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8294985158063372388</id><published>2009-11-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:28:24.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... a wakeup call.</title><content type='html'>“I will make everyone in my community and family proud &lt;br /&gt;without a doubt. This was really a weight lifted off my family’s &lt;br /&gt;shoulders, and I am truly thankful for being selected.” &lt;br /&gt;Jasmine Vallejo, San Antonio, TX, GMS Class of 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I was in need of just came to me.  My friend just called me saying that they read a quote of mine.  First thing that came to mind was- "Wow. what ridiculous thing did someone catch me saying." But don't be so negative, Jasmine.  It was actually a quote that I had given in an interview with Bill Gates Senior at a convention last year.  How wonderful. How great. How fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has mysterious ways of working.  I've been really down lately and I felt that I didn't have a sense of accomplishment, but this quote that I had given as a freshman was something that I needed. I cannot give up. I cannot get discouraged.  People would have killed for something this big and for me to just be sad and mope around? That is not that Jasmine that was raised. She's ambitious and hard working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY AND COMMUNITY PROUD WITHOUT A DOUBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4918.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4874.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4899.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4947.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4979.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF4980.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8294985158063372388?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8294985158063372388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8294985158063372388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-she-greets-day-with-wakeup-call.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... a wakeup call.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-7657239684238707573</id><published>2009-11-11T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:46:10.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... another one biting the dust.</title><content type='html'>Sophomore year. Oh joy. Something that I was much anticipating since the end of my freshman year was not very fun for me.  But had I'd known that it would be like this, I might have been a little less antsy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series of unfortunate events? &lt;br /&gt;I have just received an email about a certain situation from the university.  Something that is very shocking to me because this is a big ordeal and may, perhaps ruin the greatest thing that I have going for me.  But trust me, this one will not go down as easy as they might think.  Although I am a second year college student, I do have rights and will fight back.  It is a tough situation though, which has taken a big impact on me.  With my own research, as well as help from others- I will make a plan.  And that plan will be a successful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am doing horrible in one class. Failure is something that I was never used to though.  I have been successful, and worked hard for everything I have accomplished, so taking this turn in a class has some getting used to.  I am a good student, I have tried hard in this class, I have done well and yet- this grade.  I am not going to sit here and complain, "oh the teacher is out to get me," or "she hates me.." because that is really not the problem.  Actually, I have no idea what exactly is the problem, but when I do I am sure to adjust it.  Hard work should pay off, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my brother recently got into a car wreck.  He's fine yes, but it was a scary feeling for me though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Madison has not left my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, everyone goes through these things. It's what makes you stronger as a person.  You live and you learn. These are only the little barriers that lead you to take a different path in life. After all, that path may just be the that you were supposed to be on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-7657239684238707573?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7657239684238707573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7657239684238707573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-she-greets-day-with-another-one.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... another one biting the dust.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-5272280880346239050</id><published>2009-11-09T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:19:04.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... males.</title><content type='html'>On top of focusing on school and grades, recently I've been dating guys just to see what is out there. Well, that and my friends are working wonders. haha. Now, last year I came to college not wanting to have a boyfriend and after being here for a few weeks was in a relationship.  I was happy, yes, but for what was best for me it just wasn't right.  I'm very much the relationship type, miss it dearly, and all the mushy and sweet stuff that comes with, but I've come to the conclusion that there are many guys out there that have a lot to offer, guys that aren't just my type, and those that are just... just right.  These are the ones that I've encountered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Law School.&lt;br /&gt;He has everything going for him. He's the one that has been through it all, experienced many things that undergraduates haven't, and the one that is just... the "mature" type.  He's so intelligent, knows what he wants in life, and is almost at the peak of his career.  He's taken me out, rested at my place, and is very genuine. However, he is older than I am and is ready to settle down- could be a good thing, could be a bad thing. Nevertheless, he's a great guy with goals, he's determined, and ambitious. Brother seems to like the idea of dating him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Typical Frat Boy.&lt;br /&gt;You know, coming to this university I hated frat boys with a passion. Just the whole "I'm in a frat and can get any girl I want" mindset had always been proven right. This guy was the typical one.  Played hard to get, drunk any possible time of the day, doing drunk things which seemed cool and the right thing to do.  Always invited me to the events his fraternity had put on, it just wasn't for me.  I wasn't wanting to babysit this guy for the time being. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Best Friend Frat Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Met him during the summer. He's an amazing guy, knows how to have fun and is always there. The clear and perfect idea of a southern boy with morals.  He presents himself very well, a good guy, I have yet to see something wrong with him. Wait, he is in a fraternity right? Okay, okay, kidding.  But he is a good guy in band, good grades, and is about to graduate. Oh, that and doesn't have a beer belly. Oh geez, talking about him makes me smile. I'm in love- with one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Pothead.&lt;br /&gt;Very studious. Involved in school.  Very social. Yet, smokes pot. :/ I don't think that it is as often as I think it is but at the same time that stuff isn't for me.  He has the perfect smile, the smile that can melt your heart away and just a good boy. He is huge on respecting his mothers wishes, and just so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Austin Stone.&lt;br /&gt;Met this young man while going around the six pack asking people to do my blog.  He was one of them and asked for my number to just get to know each other more because I seemed very friendly.  Perfect. We went out for coffee, laughed so much my cheeks hurt from smiling, finding so much in common especially going to the same church. He's on the welcome team and helps out with the church in anyway possible.  From a country town he has an accent and is someone you wouldn't imagine being so sweet.  Never been too quick to judge.  We sat next to each other at church, and it was felt right. His faith shines like no other, I can't wait to see where this one goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. ICantLeaveMyExAlone&lt;br /&gt;Good guy. Athletic, kind, nice, but couldn't leave his ex alone. Always on his mind, brought her up through any memory that came up, sweet- yes, but I wasn't going to go through this one again. Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Rico Suave&lt;br /&gt;Plays games. And plays them well. The very handsome one, the fun one, the one who drinks but doesn't get drunk, the one that doesn't smoke. VERY good looking, dresses well tells you that he wants to be with you, yet tells that to the girl he's going to see right after you. Clever, Sly, yet- not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Crazy About Sex.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no don't be quick to jump to conclusions.  I didn't sleep with him and will not sleep with him. Times we've hung out he's always talking about sex or referencing it. He's very flirtatious and jokes around getting close to me and kissing me.  Come on, guys can be classy too, right? The thing is, he's one of my really good friends and I would see myself dating him but it's just that one thing. That, and he lives with his ex. Not something I'm too fond about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Athlete.&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy. Dating someone who plays sports for the university? Imagine that. He has the perfect body, tan, good grades, I just can't seem to find anything wrong with him. And that's bad of me. It's like I'm wanting to find something wrong with him. No es bueno, Jasmine. Athletes are real people too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. You Know Who.&lt;br /&gt;How could I leave you out? We both know you've visited this place. Fun times, bad times, sad times, all the times are filled with you. And that's fine because those experiences make me who I am today. Thanks for that. Hope you're doing well. Keep your eye on the goal, graduation is almost here.  You were the quiet one, the one reserved and to himself. I liked that, who didn't do his hair, didn't care how he dressed, was just to himself.  We had our differences, and from the beginning you believed we wouldn't work out. Good sense of judgment. You were just too in love with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is full of many types of men. It may be hard trying to find that one person- if you look. If not, he'll come. :) I think out of the men listed above there are two that seem genuine enough to date and want to date me as well.  As of right now, school is my boyfriend. There are things that are my main priority. &lt;br /&gt;1.God&lt;br /&gt;2. Family/Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/HahaDanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-5272280880346239050?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5272280880346239050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5272280880346239050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-she-greets-day-with-males.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... males.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8807052661046919501</id><published>2009-11-03T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:20:26.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... Smiling.</title><content type='html'>Words cannot express how excited I am to launch my new blog.  I have been wanting to help others out for the longest time and finally I had a grand idea of making this successful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being an orientation advisor, I ran into students (freshman and transfer students) that said the drawback to coming to this university was the fact that it was so big and some were afraid of not being able to make new friends or have friends that they could go to for advice.  This- was something I felt was my calling and hopefully help students out who are need of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I created this blog called "Austin, Just Smile" in hopes of making other students in the UT community smile.  This, was my advice. I've discovered that through any situation you can make yourself smile and your day will just get THAT much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go around, asking students at the University of Texas, what is the best advice they could give to another student.  Now, it doesn't even have to be a motivational quote or advice. Something that other students could take as your advice to potentially help them in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I didn't know how well this project was going to go.  I knew that it would be a little successful, but didn't think it would turn out to be something as big as it has. That, and a total hit. Everyone that I have talked to have loved the idea, and told me that they were really glad that I was doing it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone out there will hear of my blog and hopefully take advice from their fellow peers to make this UT community closer than feeling like "another number in a class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/JustSmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8807052661046919501?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8807052661046919501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8807052661046919501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-she-greets-day-with-smiling.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... Smiling.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-4143549283373883890</id><published>2009-10-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:36:43.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... anniversaries.</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of October 28, I just remembered that today was the anniversary of my high school boyfriend and I.  How cool is that? Someone I dated years ago, and I totally forgot how much this day once meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember why I suddenly thought about this, but for some reason it made me smile.  Just the other day, I was able to catch up with him; and that experience was good.  We talked about what he's doing now, what he's done, and what he's going to do. And there is nothing that I can say other than.... I am extremely proud of him.  He has gone through more than anyone has, and yet he is still being very ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought up old memories, which I thought was cute.  We talked about how I thought about him in class because someone did a speech on his favorite band with such excitement and all I thought was, "he would've been so funny giving this speech." We talked about how he heard a song in his truck and thought about me just recently.  And actually, I remember that song too.  I remember being in my car telling him- "play it, please!," or "oh come on- can we put it on repeat?"  and those memories are the good ones, the ones you don't want to forget. The ones you want to think about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically never forgot about this memory: I remember being at the intersection of Goliad and City Base, and the song, "Put Your Hood Up" came on. Oh...Lil Jon. haha. Well anyway, I played that song and instantly was banging my head saying "put yo hood up, put yo hood up" and turned to him put his hood on him and was moving his head. While we both laugh at this, he turned the music down and was like, "are you gonna behave Jasmine? I'm not gonna turn it up until you promise me," smiling and laughing so much that I'm getting teary eyed, I remembered that I screamed and was like "yes pleaseeeeeee I love this song" and he turns it up and I start singing again. Ah. The good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am truly grateful to be able to catch up with him.  We both moved on, however. This was the past, and I was glad to have spent almost 2 years with him. Looking back, those were probably two of the best years of my high school years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed you, and Love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a mansion, forget the price&lt;br /&gt;Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice&lt;br /&gt;I live in hotels, tear out the walls&lt;br /&gt;I have accountants pay for it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm crazy but I have a good time&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good to me so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maserati does one-eighty-five&lt;br /&gt;I lost my license, now I don't drive&lt;br /&gt;I have a limo, ride in the back&lt;br /&gt;I lock the doors&lt;br /&gt;in case I'm attacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make hit records, my fans they can't wait&lt;br /&gt;They write me letters, tell me I'm great&lt;br /&gt;So I got me an office, gold records on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Just leave a message, maybe I'll call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody say “I'm cool”......”He's cool”)&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain but sometimes I still do&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good to me so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to parties, sometimes until four&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to leave when you can't find the door&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to handle this fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's so different, I haven't changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody say “Oh, yeah”..... “Oh, yeah”)&lt;br /&gt;I keep on goin’ guess I'll never know why&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good to me so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-4143549283373883890?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4143549283373883890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4143549283373883890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-anniversaries.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... anniversaries.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-2973493799101155277</id><published>2009-10-27T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:00:17.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... witnessing a kind act.</title><content type='html'>Just the other day, I was driving to my apartment complex and I approached the stop sign on 26th and Nueces.  Just another rainy day, not thinking that I would see anything over the top, unexpected, or out of the ordinary. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a car in front of me at that stop sign.  A red car, I remember.  A female (I'm assuming a UT student) gets out of her drivers seat, waves to me and mouths- "can you hold on just a second?" As I read her lips, I said sure thinking "what is she doing getting out in the pouring rain?" Well, she walks across the street and approaches a blind man with a white cane. She talks to him for a few seconds and then guides him to her car, opens the door, and sits him inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I'm a very sentimental person, but this was a well deserving act of kindness.  A stranger, didn't move on like any other student would, or just over look the situation that the blind man was in.  Whether that girl was in a rush somewhere, or just tired from her day, she took the time to help another person out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the world needs more of.&lt;br /&gt;Help someone in need, because I'm sure their problems are far greater than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/amputee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken: Downtown Austin September 5, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-2973493799101155277?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2973493799101155277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2973493799101155277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-witnessing-kind.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... witnessing a kind act.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-2270008677409185691</id><published>2009-10-26T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:22:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... you.</title><content type='html'>You are absolutely, positively the greatest person that I know.  I have gotten so close to you this year, and I have never felt so close to someone that I deep down knew I could count on.  You have so much going for you- a great job, people and friends that love you, you're so intelligent and handsome, geez! what has happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take the time to tell you how much of a great person you are:&lt;br /&gt;1. You are so strong.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I wish that I could be nearly half as strong of a person that you are. You can old yourself through any extremity, without a doubt. You're decisions that you make ultimately make you, you. And whatever the outcome is, you stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have so much love.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty self-explanatory. Because you do. And you aren't afraid of showing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You always keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't think that you know this, but those texts or emails that you send me throughout the day probably mean the most to me than any others that I get. I instantly have this feeling in my stomach because I know that no matter what you have to say to me- it's going to be something sweet, nice, or just over the top funny and I'll laugh in class and get stared at by the professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are a great role model.&lt;br /&gt;You better believe it. You have a great job, you have great friends, a great family- what more could you ask for?  I truly wish I could be half the person that you are already. Even for your little guy that comes number one to you. He's the spitting image of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You were there when no one else was.&lt;br /&gt;After what happened last semester you were the one I called. I knew that there was no one else i COULD TALK TO AND i know that although it hurt you to hear what I was going through, you still listened without a doubt. I know that if anyone ever hurts me, you better believe it they will hear from you. Thanks for being protective and caring.  For the next guy that comes around, I know that I'll be getting your approval, first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time that we wrecked my car and told dad we didn't do it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time you called me and screamed loud and then hung up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time you walked me around your work and I thought we were in the world of Wall-e?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time we said bo-nana, strawberrrrry, coconutt.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time you tried to sell me at the apartment when we were younger?&lt;br /&gt;What about the time when dad's truck stalled out on move in day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever feeling down, need someone or just want to call to bother me- please do so.  I wouldn't want you any other way. Are you down with the...? (haha)You are simply the best and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks big brother- for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF8740.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and get my owl city tickets please :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-2270008677409185691?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2270008677409185691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/2270008677409185691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-you.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... 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Words cannot explain how much you mean to me.&amp;nbsp; I love you so much and am thankful for you everyday.&amp;nbsp; You saw me at my lowest and still held onto me.&amp;nbsp; You showed me that it was okay to be sad, to be hurt, but never okay to not be treated right.&amp;nbsp; You became a mom away from home and words cannot express how much it is greatly appreciated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;2. I love you. That’s it. Everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;3. It’s sad where we have come to.&amp;nbsp; Knowing each other for so long, you were someone that I looked up to. You’re decisions now though, completely have dictated what you once stood for.&amp;nbsp; All I know and hope for is that you realize what you are doing and comeback to your senses.&amp;nbsp; You’re hurting the one that loves you. Please be you who you were a year ago. And soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;4. I miss you. I really and really do.&amp;nbsp; You helped me become the person that I am today and I love it.&amp;nbsp; The hardworking student, the caring girlfriend, the I-want-to-make-my-parents-proud daughter, the determined young woman, all are words that describe me.&amp;nbsp; But the best thing about it is, they described you too.&amp;nbsp; Who would have thought that you would have made SUCH an impact on me? I will visit you, and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;5. I’m Sorry. It wasn’t your fault. I miss you, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t pray for you or think about you.&amp;nbsp; It was a decision that I made that ultimately I will live with for the rest of my life. Gosh, you live and you learn.&amp;nbsp; Just know that I did learn from you and I hadn’t even met you. Just know, you’re always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;6. You’re so intriguing to me. You’re gorgeous, inside and out. There isn’t a day that goes by that you don’t make me smile, don’t send me a text just to say hi or a simple, “Good Morning &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;” I want to get to know you more. You seem like such a genuine person- that’s someone that I need to surround myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for being you. You are someone that I can truly call my best friend.&amp;nbsp; In the middle of the night, I can call you and you’ll be there. Hell, you’ll be at my apartment soon enough to hold me. You know my deepest and darkest secrets. The thing is, I’m usually pulling myself away from people like you, yet you draw me closer and closer. If I could marry you- I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;8. I look up to you. You do so much with your life, you have good grades, you are a student that totally exceeds everyone’s view as an all around person.&amp;nbsp; You work, you volunteer, you honestly are going to conquer the world. And I just wish, that I’m there watching you do that. If you only knew how great of a person you are. I wish people will someday look up to me like they do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for how much you care. You are there to tell me that I’m doing wrong, or that I’m doing right. You criticize me 24/7 and although it may hurt me, I know that it is out of tough love and you’re only wanting to make me stronger. You are my biggest critic but I am thankful for that. Because it honestly takes someone who loves you a lot to tell you your faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; You call me everyday, at the wrong time.&amp;nbsp; You have SUCH and timing and I feel horrible not giving you my full attention when you just want to tell me about your day. You try, and try, and try and every time I get off the phone with you, I want to cry. I will get better at this and hope that at the end of the day you are aware that I love you and don’t now what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;11. She's not good for you. She whines, she's mean, she treats you like crap. And what do you do? You sit here and take it, year after year, after year. For what? You deserve so much better.&amp;nbsp; I feel that it may be because it's such a routine thing for you, you're used to her being around.&amp;nbsp; It will be trough, trust me. But someone out there is SO much more worthy of your time and commitment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-3510048696230937659?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3510048696230937659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3510048696230937659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-one-two-three.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... one, two, three, four.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-450181911206016334</id><published>2009-10-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:46:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... OU still SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Whoa, what a weekend. Actually, let me say that again- WHOA...what a weekend.&amp;nbsp; As most of you know, I am a Longhorn, and I BLEED burnt orange.&amp;nbsp; One of the most anticipated games of the year for the University of Texas is the "Red River Rivalry" against the Oklahoma Sooners.&amp;nbsp; This year, I was able to experience it- all for what it is worth. Last year was an experience and I had a lot of fun- but this year was a different aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the bus left at 4 in the afternoon on Friday. Now, I knew people said that riding the bus was an experience but EVERYONE for the most part was drunk.&amp;nbsp; As soon as you're on the bus- people start to drink...and drink...and drink.&amp;nbsp; First stop- Waco. People stumbling everywhere, puking in the trashcans outside of McDonalds as others cheer them on...(wow.)&amp;nbsp; Students back on the bus- I felt the bus driver being scared.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm not sure if they had ever been on a trip like this with college students but if not, but I'm pretty sure they would never want to do it again. Passing by trucks and cars with "TEXAS" flags on their cars made me smile. Thank God I'm a Longhorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic is HORRIBLE. Not that we payed much attention to it, but for the most part when we looked outside the window it was bumper to bumper. eek. But at least it's because we are a very supportive group of our longhorns, that AND we wanted to kick some sooner ass, I suppose. We arrive at the hotel- have about 45 minutes to get dress and go out to the bar.&amp;nbsp; A place called, "Across the Street Bar" was apparently the place to be on that Friday night.&amp;nbsp; Longhorn fans everywhere it's instantly like you are a family because, I mean we are after all, right? Well $3 pitchers of beer- now THAT was going fast.&amp;nbsp; Spikes, Lonestars, Students, everyone who supports burnt orange was there. And it was PACKED!!&amp;nbsp; Ran into friends that I hadn't seen in a while, made new friends, ran into my old FIG mentor, the amazingly GORGEOUS man that works in the office of my apartment complex that I was so eager to meet finally did, oh... and fellow OAs. :) it was an experience that was so much fun. Leaving the bar was probably more of an experience than actually being there. people falling ont eh streets- is this was college is all about?! TOTALLY missed the memo. Thankfully I was still at a good state and was able to be the "momma bear" of the night, which don't get me wrong I am PERFECTLY okay with being. As long as there is someone who is at a good state to make sure we are all home okay- I'll take control and be that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;Get home at 4. Wake up at 7. Load the bus, and head to the stadium.&amp;nbsp; "TEXAS. FIGHT. TEXAS. FIGHT." hearing this over and over again is music to my ears. Well, for the beginning of it.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at a hotel that was about 3 miles away from the stadium- and how long did it take us to get there with traffic? THREE HOURS. Finally get dropped off at the fair, section 123 seats. Oh heck no i'm not sitting up there again.&amp;nbsp; I was there last year and it kind of sucked. So this year- we walked into the stadium, and a guy was "kind of" checking the tickets so I pulled my girls with me and told them to follow, coming up to the guy at the seats, he said, "can I see your ticket?" I responded... "wait, TEXAS or ou fan?" he smiled and said "TEXAS"..."that's what I like to hear, come on girls!" and we walked down..and down...and down until we were at the very bottom of SECTION 7. I could reach and touch Kevin Durant, Colt, and Shipley! AHHHH so exciting. Now the game wasn't a very good one- BUT hey a win is a win and Colt is till my boy. Oh, and Goodwin- Good JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;get back from the game, sleep for an hour and then wake up and get dress to go out again. This time it was a bar tab that we went to, and EVERYONE was obliterated. but, I was out on the dance floor getting it on and having fun. this night was much of a blur- not because I was drunk, but because everything happened so fast and it was so much going on. But I'm glad that I spent it with people I love and adore and that is all that matters. Oh, I met up with my friends in a fraternity Sigma Kappa Phi, who were in the same hotel I was staying at and ended up coming back to my room with a pikachu. Yes, from Pokemon. hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY MORNING&lt;br /&gt;oh boy. we needed to be on the bus by 9 because that was when we were leaving. girls and guys puking everywhere, having the worst hangovers of their lives saying, "oh, well it's OU weekend. it's okay" laughing at them because they don't remember much from the night before, I layed down and fell asleep. Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSCF8909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's 1:46pm and OU STILL SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;10.17.09 &lt;br /&gt;16-13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-450181911206016334?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/450181911206016334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/450181911206016334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-ou-still-sucks.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... OU still SUCKS!'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-4598036998206593509</id><published>2009-10-13T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:47:49.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... "God Bless America."</title><content type='html'>So our wonderful president, Barack Obama, has recently won the Nobel Peace Prize.&amp;nbsp; He won this award based on "his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord.&amp;nbsp; For what? His idea? I do not believe that he has accomplished anything, applied any miraculous efforts, or made a difference. I feel that it might have been something to build up the new president who has been in office for only ten months.&amp;nbsp; Where in his "efforts" has Obama brought about peace?&amp;nbsp; In his strategy for peace, I have seen no impact.&amp;nbsp; I am speechless that he has won this award, but I am proud to say that at least some liberals out there can agree with this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that people actually think that Obama would have brought world peace already.&amp;nbsp; This is something that takes time- you can't automatically stop the war in Afghanistan because you want world peace.&amp;nbsp; You pull soldiers out of the war and what will that say as a Nation as a whole?&amp;nbsp; Will those we are fighting against not retaliate? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as time progresses and we begin to think about why he won this prestigious award, are we willing to say that he won because we wanted to show our &lt;b&gt;support&lt;/b&gt; in what he is wanting to accomplish? I guess so. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America, and most of all-&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/StT1ebqvyqI/AAAAAAAAACA/SOOgFpdsIfQ/s1600-h/obama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/StT1ebqvyqI/AAAAAAAAACA/SOOgFpdsIfQ/s320/obama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7402845728153466286-4598036998206593509?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4598036998206593509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4598036998206593509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-god-bless.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... &quot;God Bless America.&quot;'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/StT1ebqvyqI/AAAAAAAAACA/SOOgFpdsIfQ/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-6971441422806804705</id><published>2009-10-07T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:47:07.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... a Laugh.</title><content type='html'>(608): Well, for starters you dressed up in all Green and kept singing that song from "A Goofy Movie". Then you made us call you Powerline for the rest of the night...needless to say no, you didn't hook up with her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-6971441422806804705?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6971441422806804705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6971441422806804705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-she-greets-day-with-laugh.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... a Laugh.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-6662282525843738500</id><published>2009-09-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:41:11.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... applications and deadlines.</title><content type='html'>SO much to talk about. First, I just got out of an interview for the summer job. Two things crossed my mind as I went into the room:1. Did I put on deodorant? (haha) and 2. Why are you so nervous? You have this. You have it in the bag. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least... I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the interview answering the first question. eh... alright. Second question... a little better. THIRD question- YESSSSS. That is exactly where I knew this was the place for me.&amp;nbsp; I answered the question the best to my ability because I knew.. the "best to my ability" was answering the question straight from the heart.&amp;nbsp; That was all I could give. I'm glad that I snapped right into it and remembered why I was so eager to enter that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well. We shall see when the letters come back.&amp;nbsp; As for now, drink my coffee- and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Starts Here Changes the World....right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-6662282525843738500?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6662282525843738500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6662282525843738500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-she-greets-day-with-applications.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... applications and deadlines.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8677449727157344610</id><published>2009-09-29T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:09:20.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with.... Ms. Houston.</title><content type='html'>So, there is this wonderful lady who works in Jester Dorms here at UT.&amp;nbsp; She has a tremendous amount of love that shines right through her, and it gives off the vibe to others around. And I mean this smile, this vibrant way of how she expresses the love for her job, the love for the students around her, just the love for everything simply amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year when I lived in the dorm- I would particularly see her often in the stairway. And one day I just asked her name, how was her day just the simple small talk.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know that it would develop into a friendship that I hold dearly.&amp;nbsp; She went on telling me how she worked as a janitor here at the university, on to tell me how her 'grandchild' was named Yazmin and that was the reason she would never forget my name because I reminded her of her baby. She said she was very outgoing and very friendly and it was just "so silly that [you both] are so much alike." I would see her often and introduce her to those I had around me to and from my dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working here in Austin during the summer, I would see her often.&amp;nbsp; Now I didn't realize that she worked here during the summer as well so when I had a break I would look around just to see if she were eating in JCL by herself.&amp;nbsp; There were times that I saw her and I would sit down and catch up.&amp;nbsp; There she was talking about how her broom was missing, or how they moved her from an all girls floor to a boys floor and it just wasn't something she was used to. Honestly, when I moved back to San Antonio for a good three weeks before school started- I missed her. The company, the joy she brought to me everyday was something I hadn't found in a friendship with an elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I ran into her in the lobby after class in Jester. "Jasmine! How are ya darlin' I miss you! You don't live her no more do ya?" The sound of her semi broken English just put a smile to my face.&amp;nbsp; She really embraces this as I do.&amp;nbsp; Now I may be this sentimental type-a-girl, but I feel that she a truly a genuine person and wouldn't sugar coat anything.&amp;nbsp; I simply responded and told her that I didn't live in a dorm, didn't have the man friend (of many as she concluded in an earlier conversation haha) and also colored my hair.&amp;nbsp; We both had to get back to our busy schedules, but I am truly blessed to ahve met this wonderful and amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so teaching me so much, Ms. Houston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8677449727157344610?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8677449727157344610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8677449727157344610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-she-greets-day-with-gratefulness.html' title='And She Greets the Day with.... Ms. Houston.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1735508824079569261</id><published>2009-09-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:45:21.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... wishful thinking.</title><content type='html'>This week is going to be amazing. For everyone. I have a feeling- I just know it. :) I'll be back later, pinky promise sealed with two kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1735508824079569261?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1735508824079569261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1735508824079569261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-she-greets-day-with-wishful.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... wishful thinking.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1025586862971656840</id><published>2009-09-23T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:53:09.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... Remembering Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even though she doesn't believe in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's determined to call her bluff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;who could deny these butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that are filling his gut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The neighbors said she moved away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Funny how it rained all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't make much of it then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it is starting to ALL make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All of these clouds, are following you in your desperate endeavor to find your whoever, where ever she may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1025586862971656840?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1025586862971656840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1025586862971656840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-she-greets-day-with-remembering.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... Remembering Sunday.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-5022777378648509508</id><published>2009-09-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:41:06.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day... with a song that hits home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I run, but I'm not afraid. &lt;br /&gt;Why must you bring up all the mistakes I've made? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;She&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;He makes me smile, but you come around. &lt;br /&gt;The wind in &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; his hair reflects the sunset I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it seem like it was yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;But we've come a long way out of the rain. &lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to figure out what happens after this. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you say I made a mess out of things? &lt;br /&gt;I won't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight feels right like I'm dancing on air. &lt;br /&gt;I'll make it right, I'll make it right. &lt;br /&gt;Pull over to the station and fill up on fuel. &lt;br /&gt;And what will I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I drive or ride with my eyes closed tight &lt;br /&gt;because if the skyline looks this way&lt;br /&gt;then I don't want to sleep tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Never giving up, always seeking light, &lt;br /&gt;we must always try, try with all our might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;good night. and good luck on your tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-5022777378648509508?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5022777378648509508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5022777378648509508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-she-greets-day-with-song-that-hits.html' title='And She Greets the Day... with a song that hits home.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-6457150557003553622</id><published>2009-09-10T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:08:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day... with a new passion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Keeping Austin Weird...One Photo at a Time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I'm posting some of my favorite pictures... in celebration of my first photo in the Daily Texan today! And no... I wasn't in it- It was a photo I took at the Orange and White Welcome. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/ATX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Bikes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Blanton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Deercopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DogLegscopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/FavoritePictureEver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/Flagscopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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You know, as I went through everything from last year all packed in boxes, there were laughs, tears, memories, and of course.... old textbooks. My experience as a freshman at the wonderful University of Texas at Austin was amazing.  I learned a lot, grew as a person, and most of all matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not this naive little girl who walked wherever the wind took her, who pranced around living each day without a care in the world, who never thought about herself first.  I'm not this girl who is trapped in a jar trying to shape every inch of herself to what others wanted her to be. Trying to find the idea of the most perfect student, the most perfect daughter, the most perfect girlfriend; it's not me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am myself and you take it as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year is expecting A LOT from me, and trust me it's going to be a challenge. But nothing is going to stop me.  Nothing is out of reach. It's like the stepping stones for my future are building the right path for me- it's just up to Jasmine to use her motivation and courage to get what she wants.  I must let God take control of what He's prepared for me and go from there.  Whether it be taking the LSAT soon, opening my own non-profit, studying abroad, becoming a mother, or just being a college student for now and finding myself... I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Horns Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I have a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0693-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8808927150323641835?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8808927150323641835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8808927150323641835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-she-greets-day-with-desire-for-more.html' title='And She Greets the day with... a desire for more.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-7523465867611828180</id><published>2009-08-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:09:57.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She Greets the Day with... Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So today I was told by good friends that I should read into Randy Pausch.  I came across quotes that left me either to stop and ponder for a while, or just sit there and smile.  For those who come across my blog, I would love you to take these quotes as you wish and just know they've made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; "Find the best in everybody...You might have to wait a long time, sometimes years, but people will show you their good side. Just keep waiting no matter how long it takes. No one is all evil. Everybody has a good side, just keep waiting, it will come out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to believe that people should be cut out of your life if they made a huge mistake, I don't live like that anymore. Always forgive and move on.  They aren't bad people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My brick wall has been broken down. What's the point of keeping it up to break it down again? Keep it up as a sign to never give up, to be determined, and to gain strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You won't always get the perfect hand- but you can win the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-7523465867611828180?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7523465867611828180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/7523465867611828180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-she-greets-day-with-randy-pausch.html' title='And She Greets the Day with... Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-4337814740038506971</id><published>2009-07-25T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:25:36.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And she greets the day with... embarrassment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really? You don't know half the story. You don't. Quit pretending like you are this person that was developed by yourself, that you are person who is so mature, kind, loving, and most of all- WISE! You fooled me, and you fooled everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the story goes right? You fall in love within two weeks, go on this emotional roller coaster ride for however long you wish...that is, as long as you get your way, and when you don't you end. QUIT. and what happens to those times that you were given second chances? Wait, not second, what about a million chances? Yeah. Doesn't seem fair does it? After its done, you wait, ponder, thinking about what you're going to do next because most of all you care about no one BUT yourself and you must have the upper hand. So you don't have to feel the pain. Right? So you move on fast, and press the repeat button. Over and over again. Does this story sound familiar- something you did with her, then to me, and now to your next rebound. Once again- as simple as pressing rewind for you. This time, targeting someone who is  JUST growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no idea. Wait, you have no idea. I had to grow up this summer. I had to make a decision. Without you. This time it was best for me. And you had the fucking audacity to text me about it later? Yes, you. In hindsight, wait no. In this moment- your "actions are immature, destructive, foolish, and rushed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit trying to fool me, and everyone else- because the only person you are convincing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to pass on to your next choice:&lt;br /&gt;"A  thousand thoughts flying around&lt;br /&gt;I wait and wait for the ringing sound&lt;br /&gt;Its killing me to know&lt;br /&gt;That all i had to do was show&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find the time&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the precious girl i never saw&lt;br /&gt;The one who would of went through it all&lt;br /&gt;You went through enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty damn tough&lt;br /&gt;we bickered and fought&lt;br /&gt;And I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this idea&lt;br /&gt;A future with family and kids&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;I made this idea&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to come through&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been laying around&lt;br /&gt;Twisting inside&lt;br /&gt;trying to say I love you is the hardest&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not the strongest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could turn back time but i can't&lt;br /&gt;I lost you on this trip somewhere far back and I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels like there is no air&lt;br /&gt;Like i'm dying, kinda&lt;br /&gt;losing a piece of myself, kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I can show&lt;br /&gt;I do love you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/ae54/jasminevallejo/DSC_0299-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-4337814740038506971?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4337814740038506971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/4337814740038506971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-she-greets-day-with-embarrassment.html' title='And she greets the day with... embarrassment.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-8114849096959104895</id><published>2009-07-20T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:39:48.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't promise me forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And she greets the day... with a grasp for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't promise me forever.&lt;br /&gt;I want us to love each other one day at a time...&lt;br /&gt;and string all those things together for the precious thing that they are,&lt;br /&gt;in stead of trying too hard and promising too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't expect me to always be good, kind, and loving.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I will be cold, and thoughtless, and hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;But it will only be becuase of the weather, the flu, or one of my moods...&lt;br /&gt;not because I love you less, Please remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think about all the things that could happen to us,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about other people coming between us,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about outgrowing each other- or growing out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please think about all the good things that could happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;Think of growing closer to each other, finding new reasons to being together, and think of loving.&lt;br /&gt;I will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get mad at me if I forget your birthday, or some special day we share.&lt;br /&gt;and please remember that there is an "everydayness" that we have that is beyond birthdays and anniversaries. Thats why I may not remember those one days, because ALL days are special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever sign a letter- "as ever"&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be too easy on me..&lt;br /&gt;or expect me to be easy on you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us have room to grow, and both of us have to grow,&lt;br /&gt;if we want to hold each others love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give me too much of yourself, or take too much of me-&lt;br /&gt;in our togetherness, we still need our private places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to me when I'm talking to you, and please don't ever think about someone else when I'm kissing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't start an argument, or make me look foolish in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;But when we are alone, don't feel like youre walking on eggs.  Go ahead and say what you think- if I need telling off- then please, tell me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we can have our fight, and make up, and love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to just call for no reason, EXCEPT that you feel me thinking about you, needing your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever lose that laugh of yours- it's such a real laugh. AND never cange the way you pull back my hair from my face, and smile when I'm trying to be serious...or those little odd ways you have of saying things that make you, "you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;The one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let us not use politeness, busyness, and silence, to run away from our problems...&lt;br /&gt;and the places we hurt. If something is wrong, lets go after it- and make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling to think of gorwing older with you. But please, let us not ever get old.&lt;br /&gt;I want us to hang on to the newness, that we have right now, and let us never be ashamed of our innocence. Or the child within us. Let us never giveup on our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try and keep it from me, when you're feeling down. I'll never be able to share your joy, if you try to protect me from your sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever say never...&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask me for forever.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that you love me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please know, that I love you more today.&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever have before. I can't promise you forever, but I can promise you today,&lt;br /&gt;with the hope and belief that there is a beautiful tomorrow in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-8114849096959104895?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8114849096959104895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/8114849096959104895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-dont-promise-me-forever.html' title='Please don&apos;t promise me forever.'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-9113920321908678802</id><published>2009-06-15T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:48:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And she greets the day with...reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One primary purpose of attending an University is to learn to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've made it here for a reason. Extend your thoughts, and use your mind. You're here to make a difference. Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-9113920321908678802?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9113920321908678802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/9113920321908678802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/06/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-6371723840424550493</id><published>2009-05-25T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:53:43.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And She Greets the Day With...remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We called her Mo.  Two weeks before admitted, she turned eight. She didn’t have the typical characteristics of her age though;  she was perhaps, “too good for her own age.”  Her bright smile which highlighted any room you were in, you wouldn’t imagine that this little girl knew she only had a few months to live with &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243241475_0"&gt;leukemia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;           I was the junior volunteer in the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243241475_1"&gt;cancer treatment department&lt;/span&gt;, and had been for the last four years.  I have seen many courageous patients, but Mo had the most courage I had ever seen.  She was someone that I wanted to be like.  As corny as it may sound, a special bond grew between us through daily visits.  She became my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;            Giving up wasn’t an option.  Determined to win this battle, knowing how difficult it was inspired me.  Inspired me in such a way, I wanted to find a way to cure this disease.   She even designed a comic, Zoey, the Cancer Zapper.  Quite the imagination, I knew she would definitely have a future;  a future which I wanted to help her reach.  Describing what cancer was in her own words, she responded, “It’s a bad disease.  It kills innocent children; it’s a murderer, and it hurts me.”  As these strong words came to my ears, tears almost filled my eyes.  This was the time I actually felt what Mo was experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243241475_2"&gt;Chemotherapy&lt;/span&gt; made her beautiful hair disappear.   Eventually, she became very weak, and could not leave her hospital bed.  She died peacefully on June 27, 2007.  I recall our last conversation; “Where will I go, Jasmine?  Will I be alright?”  Before I could respond, she began, “Mommy says I’ll be someone’s angel, and I choose to be yours.”  My body froze.  Knowing I would lose such an innocent, bright, mature, best friend, I hugged her fragile body as tears rolled down my eyes.  “Don’t cry Jasmine, I’m not going anywhere.”&lt;br /&gt;    I do believe she hasn’t gone anywhere.  From when I wake up to when I close my eyes to sleep, I know I’m protected by my own &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1243241475_3"&gt;guardian angel&lt;/span&gt;.  Who would have thought Molly, the eight year old patient, would have such an impact on me?  From the day I met her, she showed me a great deal of dedication to her goal, to be optimistic, and to never give up.  To this day I still have her comic strip hanging on my wall—and one day there will be a cure for cancer, hopefully I can be a contributor, as Mo as my inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-6371723840424550493?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6371723840424550493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6371723840424550493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/05/molly.html' title='Molly'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-5164530883064255946</id><published>2009-05-23T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:36:22.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And She Greets the Day with... a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how far I was actually into this until just a few seconds ago, when I just thought to myself, "Who the hell am I? What the heck do I want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've constructed myself into who you want me to be, what you want me to be, and I've taught myself to do what makes you happy- even if that makes me this depressed person that I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say, that I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't remember what it's like to do things just becuase I want to, or how it feels to be free. I've been captured by you- and put in this little jar. Kinda like a fly. I'm trapped in this tiny jar that I can't move in, I can't see the world, or feel things anymore. I'm just a over sized, numb fly in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to what you want, how you feel, what you need; I don't remember what it's like to just be myself. That 13 year old girl that spent the night wherever she was swept, and had the time of her life doing so. That 16 year old girl that was so eager to fall in love, and just wished.. I don't wish anymore. I don't want to be in love. I don't want anything to do with love after feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how you and I never speak. You never got to know the story behind me. It was about "You did this, you did that". It wasn't ever about "I'm doing this for you, I hope it makes you happy becuase that's what I want for you" You never put my feelings before yours. I've realized that there are other people out there, ones I can talk on the phone to for hours. &amp;amp; actually talk. Have real conversations. There are people out there that I can go out with all night, and they'll take away my phone to show me that there's a life outside of all this sadness. I have friends who hold my hand through every emotional break down I get becuase of you.. I have friends that listen to me rant, even though it probably hurts them to hear it- they listen. I have people that really do want me to be happy. You? You never did that for me. You never listened to me talk about my parents, or my friends when we had little fights.&lt;br /&gt;You were always in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always worrying about who I was talking to, texting, or which guy i was studying with. You never took your time to sit down and really think to yourself "Wow, this girl really does love me". If anything, you were out talking to other girls, or opening doors. I can list every name if you'd like to deny. But I don't see the point becuase this is between you and I, not Me and them. I really just find it a little sad that you find me the jealous and nagging type, because everybody who actually knows me, they know I'm nothing of the sort. You're the only person that's ever put me in this position I'm in. Youre driving me away. I just kept trying to resist your offer to leaving. I never did anything behind your back, I told you every lie I ever had, and when something was wrong, I did tell you later what was bothering me. You were too busy worry about what problems other girls had as opposed to mine.  You were too busy worrying about what other people were up to except for me.  You searched and crept for things you knew you wouldn't find. For what? Your loss? You have pushed me away, and I hate it.They say there's only so much somebody will take till they're done. I've been pushed far over my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this though. I can be without you. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's something that I know that I can't accept nor do.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, everybody has two people- The one they can't get over, and the one they're supposed to be with.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the one that's always going to be in my heart, the one that is supposed to be with me, the one that is going to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think I love the old you. The you that wanted to show me off to all of your friends. The one that had the noodley feeling while you were with me. You were so much more amazing before you changed. In fact, I don't even know what changed you, Davey.  Or maybe this actually was you.  Maybe you did do stuff while we first started dating; you could have checked to see if someone was dating another person because you found one. Or, just maybe wanting to know someone else's dreams and desires, just to see if they were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made this personal decision to start doing things for myself again. I haven't done it since I was younger, and not putting myself ahead has only brought me thus far. I want to do things for my heart, for my feelings, for my hopes and dreams. But one thing that has stopped me... is that I want to help others.  I always put their feelings, their hopes, and most of all their dreams ahead of mine...but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something that I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I want to make your feelings, hopes, and dreams above mine.  But there's a weight that is pulling me one way and that is in the never-ending game of tug of war.  I'm taking this new year to a whole new level. I've made a list of goals in my personal journal, and for my whole first semester of college you've been in it; and for the remaining eight years, you'll still be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe we need time though.  I don't know why, or how long, or what road this is going to lead us to.  For the past months or so we've taken the wrong road.  It's a huge windy road with oak trees around, and nothing but grey and gloomy skies.  I don't want that anymore, David.  I want the bright blue skies, the grass that is just so green that we don't need to look on the the other side to see if it's greener. I'm gutsy and I want something more in life, something bigger.  I know I'm not going to be wasting my life away, and without you, I feel that I would be wasting my life away. The most difficult thing to me probably is to tell you what I'm feeling on a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, It is between you and God;&lt;br /&gt;It never was between you and them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-5164530883064255946?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5164530883064255946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/5164530883064255946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-3137718106946389188</id><published>2009-05-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:08:27.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And She Greets the Day with... love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but not just any love, I want that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; completely consuming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, where you can't eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and you can't can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, constant romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; That breath taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; love, where you are understanding, being understood, and having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;connection on a whole different level.  It's that uncontrollable passion, where you're intensely truthful and completely honest with someone else.  It's the unbelievably undeniable, simply.........indescribable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no gimmics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, no games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, no worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so let's take the risk kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-3137718106946389188?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3137718106946389188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/3137718106946389188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-1705858262869540580</id><published>2009-05-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:08:58.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And She Greets the Day with... experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It’s better to sing off key than not to sing at all.&lt;br /&gt;-Promptness shows respect.&lt;br /&gt;-You can’t avoid offending people from time to time. When you don’t mean it, apologize. When you do mean it, accept the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;-The first person to use the expression “Get a life!” in any dispute is the loser.&lt;br /&gt;-The medium is not the message. Those who issue blanket condemnations of any form of communication—be it TV, tabloids, text messages or blogs—simply aren’t paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;-The most valuable thing to have is a good reputation, and it’s neither hard nor expensive to acquire one: Be fair. Be honest. Be trustworthy. Be generous. Respect others.&lt;br /&gt;-Don’t be bothered when people don’t share your tastes in music, sports, literature, food and fashion. Be glad.&lt;br /&gt;- Cough syrup doesn’t work.&lt;br /&gt;-Empathy is the greatest virtue. From it, all virtues flow. Without it, all virtues are an act.&lt;br /&gt;-The Golden Rule is the greatest moral truth. If you don’t believe in it, at least try to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;-Keeping perspective is the greatest key to happiness. From a distance, even a bumpy road looks smooth.&lt;br /&gt;-You can’t win arguing with police officers or referees, but every so often you can fight City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;- It’s not “political correctness” that dictates that we try not to insult others’ beliefs and identities. It’s common decency.&lt;br /&gt;-It may not feel like it, but it’s good luck when you have people at home and at work who aren’t afraid to tell you when you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-It’s 10 times easier to fall in love than to stay in love. And no matter what the sad songs say about romance, broken hearts do mend.&lt;br /&gt;-Don’t waste your breath proclaiming what’s really important to you. How you spend your time says it all.&lt;br /&gt;-Keeping an open mind is as big a challenge as you get older as keeping a consistent waistline.&lt;br /&gt;-It’s never a shame when you admit you don’t know something, and often a shame when you assume that you do.&lt;br /&gt;-Wounds heal faster under bandages than they do in the open air.&lt;br /&gt;-Fear of failure is a ticket to meritocracy. If you’re not failing from time to time, you’re not pushing yourself. And if you’re not pushing yourself, you’re coasting.&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone who judges you by the kind of car you drive or shoes you wear isn’t someone worth impressing.&lt;br /&gt;-Grudges are poison. The only antidote is to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;-If you’re in a conversation and you’re not asking questions, then it’s not a conversation, it’s a monologue.&lt;br /&gt;-In everyday life, most “talent” is simply hard work in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;-Great parents can have rotten kids and rotten parents can have great kids. But even though biology plays a huge role in destiny, that’s no excuse to give up or stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;-Things that most people think are lame but really are a lot of fun: charades, volleyball and sing-alongs.&lt;br /&gt;-Two cheap, easy self-improvement projects: Develop a strong handshake and start smiling when you answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;-When something that costs less than $200 breaks and it’s not under warranty and you can’t fix it yourself in half an hour, it’s almost certainly more cost-effective to throw it out.&lt;br /&gt;-Physical attraction is nice, but shared values and a shared sense of humor are the real keys to lasting love.&lt;br /&gt;-To keep dental visits regular, schedule your next appointment on your way out from your last appointment.&lt;br /&gt;-The 10-minute jump start is the best way to get going on a big task you’ve been avoiding. Set a timer and begin, promising yourself that you’ll quit after 10 minutes and do something else. The momentum will carry you forward.&lt;br /&gt;-Laundry day is much easier when all your socks are the same and you don’t have to sort them.&lt;br /&gt;-Goals that you keep to yourself are just castles on the beach. If you’re determined to achieve something, tell people about it and ask them to help you stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Mental illness is as real as diabetes, arthritis or any other disease, and no more disgraceful. It’s the stigma that’s disgraceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In crisis or conflict, always think and act strategically. Take time to figure out what the “winning” outcome is for you, then work toward it.&lt;br /&gt;-All the stuff you have lying around that you’ll never want, need, wear or look at again? It just makes it harder to find what you do want, need or intend to wear. File it, donate it or throw it out.&lt;br /&gt;-Exercise does not take time. Exercise creates time.&lt;br /&gt;-Almost no one stretches, flosses or gives compliments often enough.&lt;br /&gt;-It pays to keep handy a list that includes a trusted plumber, electrician, locksmith, appliance repair specialist and heating contractor. When you really need one is no time to start looking.&lt;br /&gt;-The store-brand jelly, cereal, paper goods, baking supplies and pharmacy products are good enough.&lt;br /&gt;-When you mess up, ’fess up. It’s the fastest way, if there is one, to forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;-When you’re not the worst-dressed person at a social event, you have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;-Be truthful or be quiet. Lies are hard to keep track of.&lt;br /&gt;-Your education isn’t complete until you’ve learned to take a hint.&lt;br /&gt;-Whatever your passion, pursue it as though your days were numbered. Because they are.&lt;br /&gt;-Do not fight other's battles, for you will not recieve anything from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-1705858262869540580?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1705858262869540580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/1705858262869540580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-ive-learned.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402845728153466286.post-6326748151962165304</id><published>2009-01-08T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:09:46.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And She Greets the Day With... believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strong believer in many things:&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if someone is in your life--they better be improving it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands.&lt;br /&gt;I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that trust is more important than monogamy.&lt;br /&gt;I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is worth more than money or gold.&lt;br /&gt;I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love surviving death into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402845728153466286-6326748151962165304?l=jasminevallejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6326748151962165304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402845728153466286/posts/default/6326748151962165304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasminevallejo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-believe.html' title='I Believe..'/><author><name>Jaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04925206882378760321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGuoTxukhu0/SWb-ZxakZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/c3jZuMXerm0/S220/Photo+124.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
