<?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-6287696413500202149</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:11:32.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 La Vie Monotone</title><subtitle type='html'>A diary of the uneventful life of a suburban princess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-930465804164451936</id><published>2008-01-21T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:36:23.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking English Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/article/818/818792/gossip-girl-20070907045945880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/article/818/818792/gossip-girl-20070907045945880.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as gorgeous as her. Ugh. I hate this year. I actually got a B+ in regular English. I want to kill myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-930465804164451936?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/930465804164451936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=930465804164451936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/930465804164451936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/930465804164451936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/fucking-english-teacher.html' title='Fucking English Teacher'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-630733131742108934</id><published>2007-12-30T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:43:46.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LnRLk3ZilpA/R3iRR_yPmkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xvAx-Z66gQk/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LnRLk3ZilpA/R3iRR_yPmkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xvAx-Z66gQk/s200/IMG_1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150025912264137282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Princess Lana. Diane and I took her on a walk today to Simonds Park/Elementary School. I can't believe she walked all the way there without whining or anything. She was so cute. We took off her harness so she could play and she chased Diane and me around. Adorable :] She was wearing her pink&amp;amp;grey sweater too. I guess it tired her out because she's in a deep sleep right now. She's like my baby. I don't know what I'm going to do with her after I go to where ever I end up going to next year. I still have to finish the dreaded NYU app. The thing is, this one actually matters. I would love to go to NYU but I don't know how to tell the bf. I think he'll get really mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Me&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/6287696413500202149-630733131742108934?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/630733131742108934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=630733131742108934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/630733131742108934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/630733131742108934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LnRLk3ZilpA/R3iRR_yPmkI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/xvAx-Z66gQk/s72-c/IMG_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-4764142148319652869</id><published>2007-12-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:14:32.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pups4sale.co.nz/chihuahua_long_hair_02_puppies_for_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pups4sale.co.nz/chihuahua_long_hair_02_puppies_for_sale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my long coat chihuahua but she can be such a bitch sometimes! She keeps growling at people when they are trying to pet her. She's a dog for goodness sakes! She's supposed to be happy with being petted.  She's the cutest little dog ever so I can't really stay mad at her. I even bought her a sweater thing the other day but it doesn't fit. Extra Extra small is too small for her but I'm afraid that extra small will be too big. I think I'm going to just return it sometime soon. I should just bring her in next time. Too bad I bought it in Cuptertino and I kinda don't feel like bring her all the way over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-4764142148319652869?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4764142148319652869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=4764142148319652869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/4764142148319652869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/4764142148319652869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/growl.html' title='Growl'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-5595413430469027301</id><published>2007-12-17T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:57:15.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUbPhaVyuGs/R2VWvWgIxVI/AAAAAAAABVE/qt0eNAHsvfs/s1600/Louboutins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUbPhaVyuGs/R2VWvWgIxVI/AAAAAAAABVE/qt0eNAHsvfs/s1600/Louboutins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not be too depressed because I got into SCU. Even though it's a little too close to home, it's not that bad. Plus, I just got my USC confirmation today. It's only a matter of time now until I get my acceptance/rejection letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pathetic. I'm still up doing my Spanish project/English essay... The essay is due in 9 hours and I haven't started yet. Uh Oh. I actually have to do well on it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-5595413430469027301?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5595413430469027301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=5595413430469027301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/5595413430469027301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/5595413430469027301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/pink-shoes.html' title='Pink Shoes'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUbPhaVyuGs/R2VWvWgIxVI/AAAAAAAABVE/qt0eNAHsvfs/s72-c/Louboutins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-1780123376793415282</id><published>2007-12-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:38:05.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection &amp; Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oldnavy.com/Asset_Archive/ONWeb/Assets/Product/527/527134/main/on527134-06p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 69px;" src="http://www.oldnavy.com/Asset_Archive/ONWeb/Assets/Product/527/527134/main/on527134-06p01v01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got rejected from Penn... I wasn't really expecting to be accepted but not rejected either. Hmmm... I feel like a failure. I got some of it out with retail therapy though. I got a fleece pullover from Old Navy. I buy a new one every year. I got a blazer and a halter from Macys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shopaholicsdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/_heiress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 54px;" src="http://shopaholicsdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/_heiress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;etly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; love the Heiress scent by Paris Hilton so I picked some up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too. I'm not as disappointed as my parents are though.&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/6287696413500202149-1780123376793415282?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1780123376793415282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=1780123376793415282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/1780123376793415282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/1780123376793415282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/rejection-retail-therapy.html' title='Rejection &amp; Retail Therapy'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-7327518899039487594</id><published>2007-12-13T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:05:33.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.ebayimg.com/06/i/000/c9/3f/0b8f_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 152px;" src="http://i24.ebayimg.com/06/i/000/c9/3f/0b8f_12.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I got this bag, a Chloe Paddington in Argent-that's silver for all of you who don't know French-I would be the happiest little girl who ever lived on this earth. My mom bought a silver Fossil bag that has similarities but it's not the same. I need to have the original. Too bad they would kill me if I blew $1850 on a bag. I have the  money but why buy it if they are going to make me return it anyways? What's the point? Maybe if I'm really good and/or get accepted to Penn this bag might be sitting on my pillow Saturday morning. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, when is the next episode of Gossip Girls? I miss is tremendously. I think I have to go get my beauty sleep soon; I have a big day ahead of me. I believe I'm going shopping with my ditching buddy at Gilroy tomorrow. I have to get in the hunting mood. I have to get something spectacular for le bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.ebayimg.com/06/i/000/c9/3f/0b8f_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-7327518899039487594?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7327518899039487594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=7327518899039487594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/7327518899039487594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/7327518899039487594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-i-adore.html' title='Things I adore'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-1103446872895697118</id><published>2007-12-13T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:53:21.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sharks Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gunnhockey.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/sharks_newlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 107px;" src="http://www.gunnhockey.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/sharks_newlogo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the sharks game today with le bf and the ex assistant manager. It was fun overall. I think it would have been more amusing if I hadn't been worrying about my parents the whole time. I still loved it. People getting smashed, hot guys skating really fast, cotton candy, what's not to love? I also learned that the ex assistant manager is 40, almost as old as my mom. A little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the stupid template thing to work... Now if I could get a little more traffic in the blog... that would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-1103446872895697118?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1103446872895697118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=1103446872895697118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/1103446872895697118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/1103446872895697118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/sharks-game.html' title='The Sharks Game'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-8102131154307955253</id><published>2007-12-11T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:54:21.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/mocha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes I feel like my life is a big fat lie... I tell my parents that I have ASB and then hop to Starbucks for my morning coffee. It's sad, actually. At Starbucks, I drank a Vanilla Creme (260) and got a Peachy Parfait (320).&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that all the sugar is making my fatter but I can't stop eating it. Next time I should get non fat and no whipped cream. I feel disgusting now. Everyone is getting on my case about it, even the people at work. It's quite annoying. Even the bf thinks it's slowly killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the bf, I think he is the sweetest guy I have ever known. He doesn't care that I am spoiled and stubborn. He thinks of me before himself and brings me sushi and cup noodles before class. I don't care that he already has a daughter. The daughter can be annoying sometimes but most of the time, she's a cute little angel. We go bowling, to the movies, shopping, and to dinner together as a "family." I love it. It makes me feel like I actually matter; I'm a part of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other secret indulgence is Gossip Girls. I wish the writers would just stop striking and go back to what they do best: write amazing TV shows. I have loved Gossip Girls-the book-ever since I was 13. I was mesmerized by the Upper East Side. The things that happen in the book/show are questionable though. My aunt lives there and it's not as bad as it seems. She had to work her ass off in high school to get into an Ivy but then she partied hard too. I just finished my USC last night and I have a feeling that I won't get in. I'll be so disappointed. I'm always worried that I'm going to end up attending Irvine or some equally 5th tier school. Next in line is Barnard College. I'll be thrilled if I'm accepted. It's a small liberal arts school in the Upper West Side-Morningside Heights-right next the one any only Columbia University. Oh, what I would give to live in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a potential problem though with the whole East Coast. Le bf ne souhaite pas que j'aille parce que il a une fille. My French sucks horribly. Oh well. I highly doubt that I'm going to pass the AP test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-8102131154307955253?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8102131154307955253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=8102131154307955253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/8102131154307955253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/8102131154307955253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287696413500202149.post-7502128838351203261</id><published>2007-12-10T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:54:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning of a New Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the beginning of a new era. I have opened a bog just so I can have something to track my uneventful life. Today USC applications were due. Since my parents are stingy, they wanted me to apply for the scholarships, hence, the earlier due date. Fortunately for me, I may not have to apply for the other three schools, Barnard, Columbia, and NYU, if I get into Penn. Speaking of which, the decisions come out on Friday at 2PM pacific time. Too bad I'll be in Gilroy with my ditching buddy shopping for Coach for our mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also discovered a new band/duo. The Pieces. I only like three of their songs but the ones I do like are amazing and send chills up my spine. I have to admit, I didn't actually fin them. I watched Gossip Girl and they were featured in the 10th episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287696413500202149-7502128838351203261?l=unstable-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7502128838351203261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287696413500202149&amp;postID=7502128838351203261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/7502128838351203261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287696413500202149/posts/default/7502128838351203261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unstable-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/beginning-of-new-era.html' title='Beginning of a New Era'/><author><name>p0rkielee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06792953587928053696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
