<?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-3955722</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:09.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as you fade away</title><subtitle type='html'>a look into the life of an 19 yr old first year student @ UCSC</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-111074510463818721</id><published>2005-03-13T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:18:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the Moment: The Honorary Title "Everything I Once Had"Wow. I haven't update in here for 2 years. I thought I would give it another try. I was wondering if I even remembered the password and whaddya know... I did. It's kind of interesting to read through this journal and then to look at where I am right now.Everything has changed. Most certanily not for the good. I am no longer with Mike. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/111074510463818721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/111074510463818721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111074510463818721' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106343479488580120</id><published>2003-09-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T23:33:14.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Nicknames? Nick, Nicky, Nicolette2. B-day: 2-22-843. Age: 194. Sex: female5. What time is it? 10:55 pm6. Where do you live? Quartz Hill, California7.What school do you attend? University of California, Santa Cruz8. Siblings and their ages? 2 Brothers: Chris (28) and Bryan (25)9. Righty or Lefty: Righty**********JUST LATELY***************12. Hair color: Medium Brown13. Eye color: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106343479488580120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106343479488580120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106343479488580120' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106212976106949077</id><published>2003-08-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T21:02:41.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the time we got back to the AV it was like 12:30. We didn't go straight to my house though. We decided to go a park and just hang out. Maybe see Mars for a bit. We ended up doing some "stuff" in the car in the park parking lot. It was quite yummy I must say. Haha. We were both SO tired. We drove back to my house to take a nap before he had to go back home. We got back to my place around 2ish. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106212976106949077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106212976106949077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106212976106949077' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106212176021961885</id><published>2003-08-28T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T20:52:50.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okie.. so I don't feel like writing out this big long entry of what I did yesterday, so I'll just shorten it out and perhaps later I will elaborate on it. Mike came over at 8:30 in the morning. I was still in my pjs...my black The USED tee shirt he gave me and my red hawaiian board shorts. We sat and watched tv for a little bit. We went upstairs to watch one of my baby videos. I changed into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106212176021961885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106212176021961885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106212176021961885' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106149153044764860</id><published>2003-08-21T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T11:45:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man.. me and Raci had an AWESOME time watching Adema perform LIVE at the Jimmy Kimmel Show on Tuesday night. We were right up front. Wee Man was there and he crowd surfed on us. HAHA. Raci got kicked in the head by him. I fought some girl down to the ground for a guitar pick. But Raci stepped on it for me. So..yeah... I got it. It was a lot of fun. I've never been up that close at a concert, even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106149153044764860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106149153044764860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106149153044764860' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106100715421868446</id><published>2003-08-15T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T21:12:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Feels like Home" -Randy NewmanSomethin’ in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myselfMakes me wanna lose myself, in your armsThere’s somethin’ in your voice, makes my heart beat fastHope this feeling lasts, the rest of my lifeIf you knew how lonely my life has beenAnd how long I’ve been so aloneAnd if you knew how I wanted someone to come alongAnd change my life the way you’ve doneWell, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106100715421868446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106100715421868446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106100715421868446' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106092029740343369</id><published>2003-08-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T21:09:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHH. Okay so I checked my email when I got home from Costco tonight and guess what!! I got an email saying I was invited to the Jimmy Kimmel show on Tuesday the 19th to see Adema perfom LIVE!!!!!!! I signed up online at http://www.1iota.com./ to win tickets. I didn't think I'd actually get them!!!!! So now I have 2 tickets to the show. It looks like me and Raci will be going down to Hollywood to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106092029740343369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106092029740343369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106092029740343369' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106081479294051248</id><published>2003-08-13T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:51:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics from my new favorite band Matchbook Romance (Their new cd "Stories and Alibis" comes out Sept. 22nd.. I suggest you go get it) :Lovers &amp; LiarsLet's start out by starting over.What did I expect?You're no good at lying and I'm no good at comebacks.You're so untouchable.I'm oh-so-terrible at this.I'm terrible at this, you know.Don't hold this against me.I've already said I'm sorry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106081479294051248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106081479294051248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106081479294051248' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106074823450051742</id><published>2003-08-12T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T11:38:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe.. okie the Pop Rocks entry you've all been waiting for. Haven't gotten around to updating. So yeah.... me and Mike made out with a bunch of Pop Rocks in our mouths. It was SO fun. Haha. After we did that a couple of times we still had some left over so this genious idea came into my mind... why not lick the rest of the pop rocks off of his chest?! So I pushed him down on the grass and lifted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106074823450051742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106074823450051742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106074823450051742' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106056706013463219</id><published>2003-08-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T18:57:39.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't really FEEL like writing right now. But I do have so much to update on that I guess I should anyways. So what's been going in the past couple of days you may be wondering? Well on Friday me and Mike celebrated our 8th month anniversary. We had to celebrate it early this month because on Tuesday he's leaving for Canada. I'm thinking I already wrote that in a previous entry...but bare with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106056706013463219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106056706013463219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106056706013463219' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106019714330077615</id><published>2003-08-06T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T12:12:23.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from Jen's journal:1*What time is it: 11:45 am2*Todays Date: August 6, 20033*Full Name: Nicole Elizabeth Garcia4*Gender: female5*Age: 196*Birthday: Feb. 22, 19847*Siblings(age,sex): 25, male, Bryan. 28, male, Chris. 28, male, Rudy (stepbrother). 19, male, Mike (stepbrother)8*Parents: Ty and Donna9*Nieces: ummm none10*Nefews: none11*School: University of California, Santa Cruz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106019714330077615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106019714330077615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106019714330077615' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-106006094236228648</id><published>2003-08-04T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T22:22:22.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I finally have some free days. I'm off from work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Isn't that NICE?! Then I work Thursday. Off Friday. Work Saturday at 6-10:30. Then work Sunday at 4. Puhlease! LOL. Anyways... I'm really excited for it to be Friday already. Mike's coming over. We're gonna celebrate our 8 month anniversary a couple days earlier because he's leaving for Canada on Tuesday. :( </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106006094236228648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/106006094236228648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106006094236228648' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105984618880152710</id><published>2003-08-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T10:43:08.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yeah...and update on the Tom Green Show experience. It was fun! Well...not the 2 hour wait outside of the studio, but, the actual taping was pretty fun. I got out of work at exactly 4 and Amanda had just walked into Ross. So we walked into the parking lot to be greeted by my dad and brother. We got into Bubank prettly fast, around 5. I called Mike and told him we were really close to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105984618880152710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105984618880152710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984618880152710' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105960352857465436</id><published>2003-07-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:18:48.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so crazy hot here I hate it!!! I hate the AV! It has to be the ugliest place to live in Southern California. BLAH! Haha. ANYWAYS... I'm washing a few of my tee shirts and some pants. I gotta figure out what I'm wearing tomorrow for work... AND for the new Tom Green Show. That's right! Tomorrow...me, Mike, Amanda, my dad, and brother Bryan.. are going to a live taping of the new Tom Green </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105960352857465436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105960352857465436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105960352857465436' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105924332413287723</id><published>2003-07-26T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T11:15:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got back from getting my Wisdom teeth out!!! Only took 10 minutes! I'm on vicadin right now and I'm still so dizzy.... so I think I'm gonna go back to laying down. I just wanted to say.........I hate the taste of blood!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105924332413287723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105924332413287723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105924332413287723' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105919434825112077</id><published>2003-07-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T21:39:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random survey time:x. you keep a diary: yes.. I have many diaries/journalsx. you like to cook: NOPEx. you have a secret crush you have not shared with anyone: No... and why would I have a crush?x. you're in love: Yes I am and I'm pretty sure you all know with who by nowx. you set your watch a few minutes ahead: Nahx. you bite your fingernails: sometimes when I get really really nervousx. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105919434825112077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105919434825112077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105919434825112077' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105893890871598194</id><published>2003-07-22T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T22:41:48.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew something was weird. I didn't feel right. There was something deep down inside telling me that everything between me and Mike wasn't okay just yet. I couldn't figure out what it was. But I kept thinking... maybe it was because we never go and have any fun. Maybe it's because we never go out and eat. He's never taken me out to eat in the whole 7 months that we've been together! Don't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105893890871598194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105893890871598194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105893890871598194' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105872549531206083</id><published>2003-07-20T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T11:24:55.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty interesting phone conversation with Mike last night. We're pratically the same person. We say the same exact things at the same exact time. It's so weird. Haha. He says we're like best girl friends who have their periods the same time. Makes me laugh so much. He asked when I have my period. Okay.. it's not every day that a guy would like to know that. Lol. I was like "umm I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105872549531206083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105872549531206083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105872549531206083' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105867486750516960</id><published>2003-07-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T21:21:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha. I talked to Mike earlier on the phone today.We just realized that we both could have gotten arrested for out little "stunt" we pulled yesterday out on the lawn. FUNNY!!!!!!!! It was well worth the risk. LOL.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105867486750516960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105867486750516960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105867486750516960' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105864463412744421</id><published>2003-07-19T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T12:57:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:[01] I agree w/ Jen.. emotional pain[02] Not becoming a doctor in the future[03] When people drink (alcohol that is)THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:[01] Mike[02] My brothers (haha they count as one person)[03] NancyTHREE THINGS I LOVE:[01] Mike :)[02] success[03] thoughtfulnessTHREE THINGS I HATE:[01] failure[02] immaturity[03] unintelligent people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105864463412744421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105864463412744421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864463412744421' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105859251467149548</id><published>2003-07-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T22:28:34.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aww Mike came over today! It was fun times. It was crazy hot outside.. all humid and nasty. We were all sticky and sweaty. I gave him his Simple Plan shirt that I bought at the concert, and his autographs from Simple Plan. He liked them. And he tried on the shirt and it fit!! NICE. Last time I bought him a shirt from A&amp;F for an anniversary present and it didn't quite fit. Suckie. Oh well. I got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105859251467149548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105859251467149548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105859251467149548' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105821887890799810</id><published>2003-07-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T14:41:18.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA. Well I got a job at Ross today. Ya know.. I was only pretending to want a job. I didn't think I'd actually GET one!! LOL. I blame it all on Amanda and us goofing off with filling out applications. Like we wanted to work! HA! Well I guess it's cool. $6.75 an hour, I could use the extra money this summer. Man... I'm gonna be working! WEIRD! LOL.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105821887890799810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105821887890799810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105821887890799810' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105803512570634142</id><published>2003-07-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:38:45.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to the Vans Warped Tour yesterday at Cal State Long Beach! It was so fucking awesome. I went with my brother Chris. We left the house around 10 and got there at 12:30. I was wearing a black tee shirt that said "U...The Used" on it, that Mike bought for me the night before. I've never seen so many punky people before in my life. It was so awesome. Right when we got there we walked to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105803512570634142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105803512570634142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105803512570634142' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105755398914624655</id><published>2003-07-06T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T22:01:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have an interview on Wednesday at Starbucks at 1 to see if I want to work with Excel Vartec Telecommunications Firm.... Coooool huh?! I'm excited!!! I'm so pumped up. Let's hope it's what I want and if they want me! Hehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105755398914624655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105755398914624655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105755398914624655' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-105744205660819051</id><published>2003-07-05T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T14:59:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't written here in a long time because I've been apprehensive of writing my true emotions/feelings of past events. In the past week I've come to many realizations of my life and who I am as a person. I've come to see what I truly want out of life, what I need in my life, and how I'm going to accomplish what I want. I've realized I want the best of the best. I've always been spoiled. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105744205660819051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/105744205660819051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105744205660819051' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-96001210</id><published>2003-06-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T19:29:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well so much to update. Haven't written in here in a long time. I'm listening to this awesome song by Jay Z and Punjabi MC called "Beware of the Boys" Remix... it's a nice dance song with an Indian feel to it. You should download it. Makes you want to go to a club. lol. Anyways.. I've been taking my morning precalculus class at AVC now for three days. BLAH. I absolutely hate math. But I must take</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/96001210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/96001210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#96001210' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-95674087</id><published>2003-06-14T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T18:50:36.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Survey time!!Oh by the way.. I'm officially home for the summer now in beautiful Southern California! I'll be here till Sept. 21st. I'm lovin' every minute of it. I so need the break. Everyone better hit me up to hang out while I'm here man. First bike: umm well I first had one of my brothers BMX dirt bikes.. then eventually I got my own pink girly bike.First best friend(s): Chaleene when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/95674087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/95674087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95674087' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-95481626</id><published>2003-06-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T14:40:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Augh. I am so ready to just leave Santa Cruz already and head home for the summer. The anticipation is killing me. I just want to take my damn linguistics final, pass it, go to sleep and have it be Wednesday morning. The only sad thing though is that I won't be able to see Mike. We won't even be able to be together for our 7 month anniversary on Friday. It's even a Friday the 13th. Hehe. Funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/95481626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/95481626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95481626' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-95387755</id><published>2003-06-06T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T15:15:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Okay.. haven't updated in a long time. I was busy finishing up my first year of college. Today was my last day of classes and now I'm just awaiting my one final for Linguistics which is on Tuesday. My dad and brother Bryan are picking me up on Wednesday morning at 9, which means we'll get back home around 4:30ish. Yay!! So excited. Me and Diana have already packed up most of our things. Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/95387755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/95387755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95387755' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94928033</id><published>2003-05-26T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T22:53:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've meant to update but I kept forgetting. Dumb. Anyways.. yeah. I pretty much spent the whole weekend with Mike. It was really nice I must say :) So let's see.. on Friday me, Nancy, April, and Travis drove to this tiny Mexican restuaraunt by the beach called Las Palmas to have dinner. It was yummy. We sat there and talked for a bit, laughing like crazy over stupid things. It had been awhile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94928033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94928033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94928033' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94886645</id><published>2003-05-25T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T23:30:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aww..Mike's too cute. Love him! tHEnATrlplbyX3: i only need 2 girlstHEnATrlplbyX3: you and my momtHEnATrlplbyX3: 3 tHEnATrlplbyX3: and my grandma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94886645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94886645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94886645' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94800910</id><published>2003-05-23T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T13:17:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. You can officially call me a slut. Lol. Well not really but ehhhh I just feel so dirty. I may look like an innocent girl but man and that I would never do anything crazy. But I've come to realize that in some aspects that's true. But when it comes to being with Mike and sex, all that goes out the window. It's like a rush. I do things I never thought I would do because I like the feeling of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94800910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94800910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94800910' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94761003</id><published>2003-05-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T12:50:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eww I have like the biggest hickey on the right side of my neck. It must be a little bigger than the size of a quarter and it's so dark. Embarassing. Trying to cover it up with my hair. lol. But....Wow. I had the best night with Mike last night. MmMmMm. We hadn't really spent time together in a long time, like watched a movie and just cuddled because we've both been really busy with studyinng and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94761003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94761003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94761003' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94584871</id><published>2003-05-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T08:38:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the princess (...with a pea)!Find your fairy tale character at kelly.moranweb.com.You! Yes, you... the one with the sensitive bum.You're lovable and cute but very picky. That's why we don't like you. I mean.. that's why we're so damn fond of you! The only real problem I had with you was the fact that you stole my mattress just so prevent a bruised tush. Jeez, I need to see my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94584871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94584871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94584871' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94584317</id><published>2003-05-19T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T08:25:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm completely down-to-earth! Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.You are the most in touch with knowledge. It's the tree of life from which you tap the sap. You know what you want and you know how to reasonably get it.Virtues: You respect people with plans. When someone has their head on their shoulders, you know that they can see straightforward and keep their eyes on the mark</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94584317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94584317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94584317' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94489318</id><published>2003-05-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T23:47:08.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA.. well the lips part is trueO snap. You're Gina. You're damn sexy and you knowit! Which Damn Sexy Chick Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94489318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94489318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94489318' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94374316</id><published>2003-05-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T23:08:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting....Attachment Styles and Close Relationships Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows 98; Hotbar 4.2.8.0) Thank you for completing the Close Relationships Questionnaire/Experiences in Close Relationships-Revised Questionnaire. This questionnaire is designed to measure your attachment style--the way you relate to others in the context of intimate relationships. As you might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94374316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94374316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94374316' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94356251</id><published>2003-05-14T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T16:27:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you have for urself a pure thug...damn they are thebest! What kind of Boy friend do you need? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94356251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94356251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94356251' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94356176</id><published>2003-05-14T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T16:26:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You should be a Virgo, Analytical, rational, fair,methodical, talented, planner, hardworking,discriminating, tasteful, motivated, reserved,intelligent, creative, orderly, structured,but can be critical, rigid, sarcastic,snobbish, narrow-minded, ~*What is your TRUE Zodica sign?*~ brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94356176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94356176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94356176' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94355957</id><published>2003-05-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T16:21:13.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thug Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94355957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94355957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94355957' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94355499</id><published>2003-05-14T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T16:11:22.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny, since I considered applying to there. I even have myself on tape visiting the damn college. Hey! Least I got to be in one of the classes!! I even got a sweatshirt!! lol...img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolhound/1051419889_resCornell.gif" border="0" alt="cornell"&gt;CornellIf only the least impressive Ivy didn't also haveto be the hardest. You know those Harvard kidsare laughing at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94355499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94355499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94355499' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94138784</id><published>2003-05-10T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T23:46:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interesting.. I say hi to Ryan online and this is what he says:sTumBeLine16: hi cutieFUturepLaYbOY1 7: how are yousTumBeLine16: good but I'm about to go buy some drugssTumBeLine16: so, can we talk later?sTumBeLine16: :-)sTumBeLine16: heheFUturepLaYbOY1 7: alrightsTumBeLine16: are you alright?sTumBeLine16: did u want to talk about something?FUturepLaYbOY1 7: no im finesTumBeLine16: cuz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94138784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94138784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94138784' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-94127998</id><published>2003-05-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T18:47:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. I haven't updated this in a long time. The last week I was busy with homework and studying for two midterms: sociology and linguistics. I think I did really well on both of them.. but we'll see. I just finished my homework for the weekend, I had to read a chapter on syntatic structure for linguistics in the Patterns of the Mind book. It was heavily complex but at the same time really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94127998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/94127998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94127998' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93969512</id><published>2003-05-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T20:57:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are An Navel PiercingCute, trendy, and in kick ass shape.You're usually the first one to offer up body shots.Everyone fantasizes about where your other piercings might be.You are a total tease and proud of your killer abs.What Piercing Are *You*?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93969512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93969512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93969512' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93930702</id><published>2003-05-07T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T08:11:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awww... mike's away message...too cute. still asleep.... good luck on your midterm baby.*muah*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93930702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93930702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93930702' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93680019</id><published>2003-05-02T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T17:18:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Do You Wear to Bed?Brought to you by Faytrial</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93680019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93680019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93680019' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93562568</id><published>2003-04-30T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:07:21.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EWWWYOU ARE POP PUNK!You are the most popular kid you know! You spendmost of your time at home writing on livejournal and listening to your favorite newfound glory cds, and practicing for your highschool band (you guys got a show with thesloppy meateaters soon). You are a master atthe art of designing eye catching patcharrangements on your mail carrier bag, and arethinking about dying your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93562568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93562568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93562568' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93557301</id><published>2003-04-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:13:12.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Make Me Stay"I'm gonna turnand walk awayyou can waittil I am far alongthen run and comeand catch my armand say you'd dieif I were goneI want to hear youcall my nameit's too easyjust to say it softI don't like my languagewatered downI don't like my edgesrounded offI can't always waitfor your circumstance to improvelove is loose itshifts each time you movego ahead, put my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557301' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93557230</id><published>2003-04-30T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:11:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hell Yeah"life is a b movieit's stupid and it's strangea directionless storyand the dialouge is lamebut in the he said she saidsometimes there's some poetryif you turn your back long enoughand let it happen naturallyoh, yeahhell yeahI got a face like a limp handshakehair like an accident sceneI've been waking up slowlysavoring the same old dreamand somewhere betweenthe folds of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557230' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93557208</id><published>2003-04-30T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:11:29.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Untouchable Face"think i'm going for a walk nowi feel a little unsteadyi don't want nobody to follow me'cept maybe youi could make you happy you knowif you weren't alreadyi could do a lot of thingsand i dotell you the truth i preferthe worst of youtoo bad you had to have a better halfshe's not really my typebut i think you two are foreverand i hate to say it butyou're perfect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557208' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93557151</id><published>2003-04-30T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:10:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"O.K."if you ask mei'll sayyes pleaseto you todayso don't ask mecuz i'm weak that wayjust don't ask meo.k.i'm so glad we got thatstraightened awayif you see mewalk byyou better just let mewalk byyou better notbat your pretty eyesyou better notstop me to say hii got a sweet tooth todayso you better not cut that pieif you ask mei'll sayyes pleaseto you todayso don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557151' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93557007</id><published>2003-04-30T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:06:42.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really into Ani Difranco song's now... so I'll be putting some of her lyrics here:"Talk to me know"I am a woman by birthand after nineteen times around I have foundthey will stop at nothing once they know what you are worthtalk to me nowI played the powerlessin too many dark scenesand I was blessed with a birth and a deathand I guess I just want some say in betweendon't you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93557007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557007' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93419663</id><published>2003-04-28T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T13:27:30.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I missed Mike last night. My bed was lonely without him in it and sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. He spent the night on Sunday. Diana had spent the night at her boyfriends so Mike came over at 10 and kept me company while I was sick. It was nice. We layed down for a bit and then he told me I should change and get under the covers. So I got up and took some Nyquil and then grabbed my pjs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93419663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93419663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93419663' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93328312</id><published>2003-04-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T21:43:41.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  You are blue. You are somewhat innocent, in the fact that your genius only extends to the physical world. You have a false sense of contentness. You are usually the quiet one, the genius. Everyone can count on you to help when they have problems, but you only fall short of being able to solve your own.  What inner color are you?   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93328312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93328312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93328312' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93328135</id><published>2003-04-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T21:40:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heath Ledger: You like them with a drop deadgorgeous smile, cute accent and from the LandDown Under. Which guy are you destined to have sex with? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93328135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93328135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93328135' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93328030</id><published>2003-04-26T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T21:37:35.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>p align="center"&gt;Take the test, by Emily.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93328030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93328030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93328030' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93305121</id><published>2003-04-26T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T11:11:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a child's kiss.  Completely sweet andinnocent and pure. You mean no harm and onlylove in your sweet kisses. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93305121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93305121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93305121' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93267499</id><published>2003-04-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T16:09:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x. name = Nicolex. birthday = February 22, 1984x. piercings = 2 on my left ear, 3 on my right ear, and my navelx. tattoos = Soon...x. height = 5'2x. shoe size = 5-6x. hair color = Brown/redishx. hair length = to my shouldersx. siblings = 2 older brothers; Chris and Bryanx. pets = 1 shih ztuo named J.C.last...x. movie you rented = haven't rented a movie in a long timex. movie you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93267499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93267499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93267499' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93137066</id><published>2003-04-23T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:36:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Love is something you fall into. What I love is better than what you love. More profound, more compelling, sexier. What I hate deserves it. It's more horrible and evil than what you hate. My taste is better than yours. More developed and complex. What are looking at? Why are you here? Who do think you are? What do you want to be? What did you say? What do you want? I wish I was cool. If I wasn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93137066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93137066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93137066' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93096405</id><published>2003-04-22T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T23:09:51.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Name: NicoleBirthday: February 22, 1094What time is it? 10:25 pmLAST PERSON WHO..Slept in your bed: MikeSaw you cry: MikeMade you cry: college crapSpent the night at your house: house?? no oneYou shared a drink with: Mike, it was a SnappleYou went to the movies with: most likely my brotherYou went to the mall with: Aine, we went to the Valencia MallYelled at you: no one yells at me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93096405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93096405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93096405' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93093334</id><published>2003-04-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T21:57:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the test, by Emily.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93093334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93093334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93093334' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93067796</id><published>2003-04-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T13:44:33.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seductive Flirt What Kind of FLIRT are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93067796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93067796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93067796' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-93013504</id><published>2003-04-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T17:28:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah so I keep forgetting to write about this... MTV is filming on my campus (UCSC). I guess our school is going to be the next Fraternity Life. How weird considering my school is so liberal. MTV is furnishing a house where six students will live and be taped. They had a party on Saturday at this golf course in Aptos, invitation only, where people were dressed up really nice and they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93013504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/93013504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93013504' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92985613</id><published>2003-04-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T08:14:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awww.. Mike's away message:Gnite cutie.... Shhhhh I'm still dreaming about you. I love you *muah*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92985613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92985613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92985613' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92851556</id><published>2003-04-18T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T12:02:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny! :)Why Nagging a Man Doesn't Work What a woman says:	"This place is a mess!  C'mon, You and I need to clean up, Your stuff is lying on the floor and you'll have no clothes to wear, if we don't do laundry right now!"What a man hears: blah, blah, blah, blah, C'MONblah, blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I blah, blah, blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHESblah, blah, blah, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92851556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92851556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92851556' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92746109</id><published>2003-04-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T17:09:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. I'm writing this because I've been feeling kinda scared about things with Mike. I've been feeling this way for the past couple of days like really strongly. I'm scared to death that I might accidentally find myself pregnant. Like we fool around almost every time we see each other and we don't use protection because okay we're not really having sex but then you know, things happen. It feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92746109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92746109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92746109' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92721017</id><published>2003-04-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T08:49:06.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay!!! Guess what!! I'm going to the Vans Warped Tour this summer @ Cal State Long Beach, July 11th!! I bought me and my brother Chris a ticket last night!!! And Mike is gonna buy a ticket too!! Yay!! We get to see... The Ataris, The Used, Pennywise, Glassjaw, AFI, Rancid, Less than Jake, and Sum 41 might be there!!! and all these other awesome bands are gonna be there too!! Soooo excited!! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92721017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92721017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92721017' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92589228</id><published>2003-04-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:04:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aww. So our anniversary was good afterall. We hung out at his place around 3 and did homework. He worked on math with his friend while I read for Sociology. Then I left to come back to my place after I had read, so I could hang out with Diana and get something to eat. Then around 8 Mike called to see what I was doing and if he could come over but I told him I wanted to go over there. So he met me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92589228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92589228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92589228' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92501873</id><published>2003-04-12T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T15:02:11.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Things have been gooood with Mike lately. Since the last entry when I was upset with him, we have resolved our issues and now things to seem to be a whole lot better. Tomorrow is our 5 month anniversary. I wonder how that is going to go over. I really love him and now he's trying so hard to show me how much he loves me too. He bought me the new Spin magazine with Linkin Park on the cover the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92501873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92501873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92501873' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-92111575</id><published>2003-04-06T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T16:11:56.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm upset with Mike. I've come to the realization that I love him more then he loves me despite what he may say and think. I've been really sick since I got back to school. He spent the night Friday night with me. After he came over at 7 and told me he forgot to come take care of his sick baby cause he got too caught up playing video games at his friends. Then last night around 11 he asked if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92111575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/92111575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92111575' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-91505718</id><published>2003-03-27T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T14:15:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Creative Q's*1.If you had the choice to spin around the sun, or walk on the moon, which would you choose and why? neither.How is that fun?2.What color do you think best describes you and why? Pink. Cause it's so bright and cheery... but then again it gets sickening sweet3.If you could be doing anything right now, what would you be doing? I'd be on a secluded Cancun beach getting all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/91505718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/91505718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91505718' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-91028448</id><published>2003-03-19T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:01:53.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha Just came back from the dining hall and me and Diana usually talk to the girl that swipes us in before and after we leave. She's in high school.. has a baby..she broke up with her boyfriend yesterday. So last night we gave her advice and then she told us tonight that they got back together. Yay. Then she showed us her hickey and she was telling us it hurt. Then she pointed at us and was all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/91028448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/91028448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91028448' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90981075</id><published>2003-03-19T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T01:07:08.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tHEnATrlplbyX3: you are ... omg i cant explain in wordstHEnATrlplbyX3: i love you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90981075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90981075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90981075' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90954234</id><published>2003-03-18T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T15:41:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't get situated. I've been sitting here trying to get comfortable but it just doesn't work. My legs have to be stretched.. then they have to be tucked underneath me, then one has to be out in front of me while the other one is underneath me. augh. Haha. Anyways... I've been trying to study for my Pacific. Is. Body art final that I have on Thursday. Should be alright. Not as worried as I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90954234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90954234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90954234' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90843824</id><published>2003-03-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T23:53:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUNNY.. considering everyone thinks I look like her....You're dark, twisted and gorgeous, Angelina Jolie. What sexy girl are you brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90843824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90843824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90843824' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90843519</id><published>2003-03-16T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T23:42:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue Eyes What Color Eyes Should You Have? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90843519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90843519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90843519' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90781758</id><published>2003-03-15T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T15:47:30.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. I'm in love. Big time and it's not as scary as I thought it was going to be. I've been with Mike for almost 5 months now. That's long compared to 3 months of a relationship in high school. I was only with Sal for a month too and I thought I loved him. But now that I look back at that... that wasn't love no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it was. Nothing compares to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90781758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90781758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90781758' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90692859</id><published>2003-03-13T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:36:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahaYou are every secretary's nightmare Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90692859' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90692572</id><published>2003-03-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:29:38.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P You'rethe kind of chick that can hang out with yourboyfriend's friends and be silly. You don'tcare about presents or about going to fancyplaced. Hell, just hang out. You're just happybeing around your boyfriend. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90692572' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90692432</id><published>2003-03-13T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:26:39.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomboy What's your sexual appeal? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90692432' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90692393</id><published>2003-03-13T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:24:53.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hand holding - you like to be in constant physicalcontact with your special someone but you don'twant to take things too quickly. What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90692393' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90692335</id><published>2003-03-13T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T21:22:56.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pink:You see the world in bright pink. The world is ahappy, happy place! You love all people andthings!! Life is great! You're just like ahappy child. Spread the cheer. What color do you see the world in? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90692335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90692335' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90502590</id><published>2003-03-10T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T20:54:13.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so there's a possibility that I'm moving out next quarter. I'm going to be moving across campus to college 9/10. I feel much more comfortable there and I'll be closer to the science two buildings where I'll be spending much of my time anyways since I'm a psychology major. I went to the housing office today and asked the girl if it would jeporadize my guaranteed housing since I'm an EOP (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90502590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90502590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90502590' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90391467</id><published>2003-03-08T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:21:45.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shirley Temple-- you're cute around people butnaughty when you get away from the crowd What's your stripper name? (female) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90391467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90391467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90391467' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90391414</id><published>2003-03-08T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:20:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Heart is Pink What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90391414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90391414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90391414' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-90387140</id><published>2003-03-08T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T21:22:04.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last phone call: Diana's mom just calledLast TV show watched: umm not sure. Just watched One Hour photo thoughLast Item Bought: my belly button ringLast time showered: this morningLast shoes worn: my white reportsLast CD played: Avril LavigneLast downloaded: Some Sean Paul songsLast annoyance: peopleLast disappointment: being tired at 9 on a Saturday nightLast soda drank: CokeLast thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90387140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/90387140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90387140' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89983338</id><published>2003-03-01T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T20:36:38.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I got my belly button pierced today at a tattoo place in dowtown called Graffix Pleasure. What an experience I must say. I spent the night over at Nancy's on Friday and we woke up to our friend Wintila calling at 8:30. She had just got back from a party and wanted to see if we wanted to go to breakfast with her. So Nancy told her no and we went back to bed till 9:30. Then she called again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89983338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89983338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89983338' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89918819</id><published>2003-02-28T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T12:19:03.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Awwww...tHEnATrlplbyX3: hey baby... i just wanted to tell you how much i love you. you dont know how much that meant to me having you come over while i was doing work with my friends. i know we didnt get to do much but just the thought of having you there made me so happy. you mean everything to me. and i love you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89918819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89918819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89918819' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89542429</id><published>2003-02-21T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T23:43:43.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was cute. Me and Nancy went to this break dancing/ hip hop show at the college eight dining hall tonight. I had planned on going to see Mike after the show ended at 10:30 Anyways...so me and Nancy were sitting there watching this group dance and Mike comes up behind me and kisses me on the cheek. Then he sat behind me and was all " I'm gonna go out tonight... is that okay?" and I was all "yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89542429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89542429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89542429' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89478743</id><published>2003-02-20T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:05:54.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EvanEssence: My ImmortalI'm so tired of being used. Supressed by all my childish fears and if you have to leave I wish you would just bleed. Cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone.These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase. When you cried I wiped all of yours tears and if you'd scream I'd fight away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89478743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89478743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89478743' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89419494</id><published>2003-02-19T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T23:16:01.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what to make out of this:tHEnATrlplbyX3: so quietfutureplayboy17: sorryfutureplayboy17: im just letting you worktHEnATrlplbyX3: im waiting for youfutureplayboy17: for what?tHEnATrlplbyX3: to talk/come herefutureplayboy17: ohfutureplayboy17: just thinkingtHEnATrlplbyX3: about what babe?futureplayboy17: about youtHEnATrlplbyX3: what about me bebefutureplayboy17: do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89419494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89419494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89419494' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89360019</id><published>2003-02-18T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T23:50:56.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUturepLaYbOY1 7: im happy youre not sick thenFUturepLaYbOY1 7: cause i made nancy sicktHEnATrlplbyX3: today?!FUturepLaYbOY1 7: yeahFUturepLaYbOY1 7: hahatHEnATrlplbyX3: told you my body is made of steelFUturepLaYbOY1 7: her voice was all messed upFUturepLaYbOY1 7: hahatHEnATrlplbyX3: cuz im yo superman babyFUturepLaYbOY1 7: hahahahaFUturepLaYbOY1 7: too cutetHEnATrlplbyX3: hahahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89360019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89360019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89360019' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89347926</id><published>2003-02-18T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T19:20:21.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awwwwwwwww. I LOVE him sooooooooooooooo much. tHEnATrlplbyX3: i looooooooove youtHEnATrlplbyX3: thank you for coming into my life and making it that much more difficulttHEnATrlplbyX3: now i have school and you to care about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89347926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89347926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89347926' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89268647</id><published>2003-02-17T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T15:35:04.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny stuff:FUturepLaYbOY1 7: bored!LordNikonSSJ: x_xFUturepLaYbOY1 7: and i dont want to start hw till tomorrowLordNikonSSJ: If I was there id be riding youLordNikonSSJ: &gt;.&gt;LordNikonSSJ: &lt;.&lt;FUturepLaYbOY1 7: hahaLordNikonSSJ: kekFUturepLaYbOY1 7: hahaFUturepLaYbOY1 7: silly sillyLordNikonSSJ: yeFUturepLaYbOY1 7: yepFUturepLaYbOY1 7: well least i wouldnt be bored then... hahahahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89268647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89268647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89268647' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89196149</id><published>2003-02-16T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T11:07:22.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The previous entry was a conversation between me and Mike yesterday. Made me cry. 2 seconds after that conversation the phone rang and it was him. It was so cute, he was all "hey babe?" I didn't know what to say to him. I really love him. When I'm with him he makes me happy. We can just joke around and make fun of each other. He said I took advantage of him when he met me because I'm so hot. haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89196149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89196149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89196149' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-89195314</id><published>2003-02-16T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T10:47:09.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yeah:tHEnATrlplbyX3: sorryFUturepLaYbOY1 7: its oktHEnATrlplbyX3: no im really sorrytHEnATrlplbyX3: for acting like a dickFUturepLaYbOY1 7: loltHEnATrlplbyX3: seriouslyFUturepLaYbOY1 7: well thanks for apologizingtHEnATrlplbyX3: babe i love youtHEnATrlplbyX3: just got a little jealousFUturepLaYbOY1 7: its oktHEnATrlplbyX3: if you hadnt noticedFUturepLaYbOY1 7: yeahtHEnATrlplbyX3:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89195314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/89195314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89195314' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-88993224</id><published>2003-02-12T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T13:27:31.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got back from doing part of Mike's Valentine's day surprises. It was pretty funny. I tried the front door but it was locked so I tried the sliding door and luckily that was open. No one was in the apartment which was nice. His door was closed and I felt bad because I didn't want to walk into his room and have his roomate be sleeping or something. But his roomate wasn't there either which was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88993224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88993224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88993224' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-88815212</id><published>2003-02-09T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T14:11:02.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Augh I don't feel like studying at all. So unmotivated. Diana went out with her dad and aunt today, so I'm here alone again. I'm sitting on the floor between our beds, it's nice because the sun is shining on my back making it all warm and toasty. Pretty soon I'll get too hot and have to get up. My hair smells like Mike lol. Went over to his place around 9ish. He was being stubborn and didn't want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88815212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88815212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88815212' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-88767683</id><published>2003-02-08T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T12:24:53.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to Hometown Hero's "Eighteen" pretty good song. I don't know what I'm gonna do today, probably study. I have 2 midterms next week. My bioethics one is on Thursday and my art one is one Friday. Least I know that weekend will be a good one, pluse it's Valentine's day on Friday so that'll be cool. I had my cognitive psyc midterm on Thursday, I think I did pretty good on it. Only took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88767683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88767683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88767683' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955722.post-88633251</id><published>2003-02-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T21:42:19.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so I'm sitting here studying for my cognitive psyc midterm that I have tomorrow and what do I decide to do? Write in my journal of course. Diana went to this meeting tonight around 6ish anad here it is 9:30 and she still isn't back yet. My dad was eh, alright. I only had my Pacific Is. Body Art class till 12:10. I realized I had to return 2 library books by today so I walked straight there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88633251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955722/posts/default/88633251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babysurfing.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88633251' title=''/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04526228905715246478</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></entry></feed>
