<?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-7907565</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:35:46.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spotlight</title><subtitle type='html'>Why are you reading my site, it sucks!  GO AWAY!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-115362771843632567</id><published>2006-07-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:08:38.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how no one updates over the summer.... yes we all have a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-115362771843632567?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/115362771843632567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=115362771843632567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/115362771843632567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/115362771843632567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2006/07/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-114862030466789759</id><published>2006-05-25T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:11:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Times!</title><content type='html'>Not much to say... Working at the movie theatre and taking summer class at HCC.  I didn't do so well last semester I feel like everything is going down hill from here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three year anniversary was last Sunday, it wasn't as big as last year (skydiving) but it was nice.  We went to the water wall and I made a picnic for Louis and I.  I got him a video game and some golf clubs.  He got me an IPOD nano and a arm band to go with it for when I go running and gaint microbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis leaves on Sunday, I'm going to be so bored and lonely and not to mention sex deprived for the next three weeks (tear)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-114862030466789759?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/114862030466789759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=114862030466789759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/114862030466789759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/114862030466789759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-times.html' title='Summer Times!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-114348563432814187</id><published>2006-03-27T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:54:50.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the classes that I like the most, like my biology classes so hard? Anyways, i had a microbiology exam last thursday and i did so so. And I just finished my micro. practical and it was really fucking easy. I probably got an 'A', and if i missed one i got the bonus right... so yeah, i rock! I think i need to change my website because i'm not really an active dancer anymore. I dunno, what do you all think i should put on my website... science stuff, alchoholic beverages, other things i like to do like sleep, i don't know give some examples? Anyways time for philosophy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-114348563432814187?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/114348563432814187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=114348563432814187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/114348563432814187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/114348563432814187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-114132599196102657</id><published>2006-03-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:09:57.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pervert Guy!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a long time probably because not much has happened in my life, but I now have a story worth sharing. Okay, there is this guy in my philosophy class who has been stalking me... he pretty much worships the ground i walk on. He would always IM me and talked to me about science stuff because he is a science nerd too. The conversations were all friendly and I made it clear that I had a boyfriend and I was only interested in friendship. Well that didn't last very long. Soon he started to talk dirty to me and sending me emails that would stay stuff like "umm, I bet you taste good", he even sent me two naked pictures of himself with an erect penis. YEAH, what a freak! So anyways, Louis and I posted the pictures on Gay-board.com with a poll that said rate my cock... it was pretty funny. It was one to five and this is what they said: 1.) My cock is pathetic and makes me want to be straight, 2.) I've seen bigger cocks on women, 3.) Okay for a white guy, 4.) I would like to spend some quality time with that, and 5.) I'm aching for it. It was funny, Louis came up with the poll. We also put his email on the page too and it said to email him if they liked his cock. I know, I'm a bad person... but he disserved it because he was crossing a lot of boundaries. Louis also sent him a kind of threatening email, telling him not to talk to me or contact me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, a few days later I got an email from a random guy saying that "I was the party in Denton and that he was coming up to Dallas for a business trip and he wanted to get with me". Apparently, the pervert guy was getting some emails from some guys who wanted his dick and realized what Louis and I did. And in return he signed me up for a yahoo account profile. I found this out from the guy who emailed me. I asked him were he knew me and he sent me the link. I also told him the whole story and he said that the pervert guy should have his ass kicked and he was giving guys a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile said that I was a stripper and I liked to take the guys from the clubs home and have anal sex with them and everything else. It said my age, where I lived and that I was a student, and on the latest news part it said that I was with two girls and a guy last night and it was fucking awesome. I quickly emailed yahoo about it and got it taken off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I IMed the perv. guy and he denided the whole thing even sending me the pictures. That random guy who sent me the pictures said that I should be a stripper and if I was to become a stripper, to let him know because he would gladly pay for a dance or three.  So that's the whole story... I haven't talked to the weird guy since nor has he been in class. If I where him I don't know if I would show up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYM TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-114132599196102657?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/114132599196102657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=114132599196102657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/114132599196102657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/114132599196102657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2006/03/pervert-guy.html' title='Pervert Guy!!!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-113875335470971179</id><published>2006-01-31T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:27:08.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've Been Gone</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the gym... I'm sooo out of shape! Not much has happened, this semester i'm taking Medical Microbiology, English, American Government and Philosophy. Yeah, pretty boring classes, except for Microbiology. So yeah, life is pretty average right now. I quit ballet class, which is kind of sad because I've been dancing since I was 3 but it is also a good thing because I can now volunteer at the hospital in place of the class. Yes, I will be volunteering at Denton Regional Medical Center. I'm kind of excited about changing bed pans and doing shitty stuff like that (no pun intended), every doctor started out changing bed pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, too let everyone know, YES I was drunk on New Years (just don't tell anyone).&lt;br /&gt;Well time for a shower... I smell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-113875335470971179?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113875335470971179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=113875335470971179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113875335470971179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113875335470971179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-ive-been-gone.html' title='Since I&apos;ve Been Gone'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-113399703375240064</id><published>2005-12-07T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:05:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>Today classes have been canceled due to a winter storm. IT'S ACTUALLY SNOWING HERE IN DENTON!!! We've gotten over an inch of snow and it's going to freeze tonight. Hopefully, classes will be canceled tomorrow morning. During a break from the snow, I went outside to take pictures and it was soooo cold. The temperature here is about 24 degrees but with the wind chill factor it feels like 9 degrees. As I was taking pictures, I started to loose feeling in my fingers and then my face went numb and I started to feel some tingling in my legs. You see, I'm a pussy when it comes to cold weather. I've only seen snow once in my life (christmas eve 2004), and now this makes my second snow sighting (well Texas snow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow flakes are so big. From my room on the 6th floor of my dorms, I could see a single flake of snow and follow it all the way down to the ground where it stuck to the sidewalk. I wanted to make a snowman but I can't find my gloves, oh well fuck it. I'm excited, all I can see is white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-113399703375240064?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113399703375240064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=113399703375240064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113399703375240064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113399703375240064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-113303861985461112</id><published>2005-11-26T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:56:59.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>Turkey Day started off interesting... but ended up pretty nice.  My mom was sick with the flu and was hospitalized, so I barely got to see her, don't worry everything turned out okay.  I eat dinner with Louis and his family at the Spindle Top in Houston, I've never been out to eat for thanksgiving.  The food was okay but I don't think I would have spent all that money for it... I would have been happy just going to Burger King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting a car soon, I'm sure Louis is glad that he will not have to cart my ass around every where now.  But now it's just an exchange of bothersomeness... instead of having to pick me up every weekend now he will worry about me and my crazy driving... you know with the whole dying and shit.  I don't know what I'm going to get yet, either a Toyota or a Huyndai.  I'll just be glad to have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo bored.  Louis works for 7 hours today plus he went in early for some shmuck who called in sick, so I'm stuck here bored off my ass!  "Bored of my ass", that's a funny phrase, anyways, later for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-113303861985461112?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113303861985461112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=113303861985461112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113303861985461112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113303861985461112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-113140912353292512</id><published>2005-11-07T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:18:43.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Out</title><content type='html'>Today all the power in Denton went out.  All classes were canceled today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-113140912353292512?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113140912353292512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=113140912353292512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113140912353292512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113140912353292512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/lights-out.html' title='Lights Out'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-113140860066685046</id><published>2005-11-07T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:17:45.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Friday on my birthday louis picked me up from TWU and we went to a really nice restaurant in Dallas called "The Mansion on Turtle Creek". It was crazyness, the people there followed me around and placed my napkin on my lap and everything. It was really nice! After dinner louis and i did some illegal things and then we headed back to waco. Once at Louis' apartment, he had candles and rose pedals all over his room along with 2 dozen roses. and sitting on his bed was a huge victoria secrets box with some sexy lingerie in it. Of course i tried it on and you can guess what happened after that... It was the best birthday ever, I sure do know how to pick them! Now i'm back to reality and it's boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-113140860066685046?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113140860066685046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=113140860066685046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113140860066685046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113140860066685046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-my-birthday.html' title='For My Birthday'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-113095359465161863</id><published>2005-11-02T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:51:35.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Waste Of Time</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on... just studying for exams and writing papers. Monday was halloween, didn't do much just went grocery shopping with Brittany. Last weekend Louis and I carved Pumpkins (well louis carved a watermelon and i a pumpkin). My birthday is on Friday, i'll be 20! Can't wait to finally be out of my teens and maybe i'll stop breaking out with monstrous pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study too much but that's what i get for being premedicine and louis works too much but that's what he gets for loving money so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm joining the biological honor society, tri beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to studying.... grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-113095359465161863?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113095359465161863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=113095359465161863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113095359465161863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/113095359465161863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/waste-of-time.html' title='A Waste Of Time'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-112786529732295409</id><published>2005-09-27T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:55:51.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y=cos(x)</title><content type='html'>I sit here in math class oh so very bored. But how can I be sitting in math class and create a post on the computer at the same time, you ask? Today we are having half of class in a class room full of computers which is good because I have something to occupy my time with instead of actually learning. And then the last half we will take a test... GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-112786529732295409?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/112786529732295409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=112786529732295409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112786529732295409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112786529732295409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/09/ycosx.html' title='y=cos(x)'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-112771127598809995</id><published>2005-09-26T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:12:05.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Things feel like they are fresh and new. I feel like I can do anything again, I missed that feeling but it's back now and I'm finding new things that I have never seen before and it's pure and I'm loving it. I look back and I don't even know who that person was, what I became was something that only comes out in a time of dispair but it's all over and it's a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-112771127598809995?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/112771127598809995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=112771127598809995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112771127598809995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112771127598809995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-112611323769197166</id><published>2005-09-07T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:19:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Cold ICEE</title><content type='html'>Yes, I finally got my internet to work in my room. Yes, I did it all by myself, me and my computer illiterate self figured it out all on my own. My classes this year are not what I thought they would be. My hard classes are not so hard and my blow off classes is not so blow off. I shall get all A's this semester... I was disappointed with myself for getting a B last semester, NEVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a car for Christmas, my mom got a job that pays a lot more then her old job (Jr. teacher) so as a result, Jessica gets a car. I'm thinking a volkswagen beetle (beetle bug)... okay I don't think I know that's what I want. I haven't shut up about it since I found out about the exciting news!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been talk about entering my school into either the Texas A&amp;M system or the UT system because we are really no longer a Woman's University. In fact TWU is up to 30% male population and we really shouldn't be calling ourselves a &lt;em&gt;Woman's&lt;/em&gt; university. Also, we would get a shit load of money to expand and rebuild. This year's enrollment is the highest it has ever been in TWU's history. I hope if this talk is serious, that we enter the UT system because I plan on going to UT for graduate school. Who knows, it probably will not even happen while I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first quiz of the year is today, so I must study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-112611323769197166?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/112611323769197166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=112611323769197166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112611323769197166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112611323769197166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-cold-icee.html' title='Nice Cold ICEE'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-112364924534098538</id><published>2005-08-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:51:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhuuummmm</title><content type='html'>Isn't it weird how no one updates over the summer?  Anyways, summer is almost over and I'm dreading going back... still don't know how I'm going to pay for this semester but I'm sure things will work out, they always do.  Oh, i got my naval pierced last Tuesday and i swear it's the last thing I will ever pierce, at least Louis doesn't hate it this time.  The next day I went out and bought 2 studds for it (I wonder how long you have to really wait before you can change it out), i bought one green because green is the best color ever and a red heart dangly thingy.  I didn't do much this summer like I wanted too, like take summer school... oh well there's always next summer. I'll i've really done is work and do the same old shit every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-112364924534098538?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/112364924534098538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=112364924534098538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112364924534098538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/112364924534098538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/08/hhhuuummmm.html' title='hhhuuummmm'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111941972540872778</id><published>2005-06-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:56:03.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time!</title><content type='html'>Not much has happened so far over the summer. When I got home I tried to find a job for the summer but I realized that no one wants to hire some one for only 3 months... So I went back to Cinemark. Hey it's a pay check and I'm a little in debt. In July I'm going to take some summer classes at HCC (I JUST CAN'T WAIT!!!!). I just got back from work, I really hate people! Oh yeah today is my anniversary... Go 25 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111941972540872778?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111941972540872778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111941972540872778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111941972540872778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111941972540872778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111586752596027692</id><published>2005-05-11T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:42:27.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!</title><content type='html'>Grades are in, well all of them but two.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Math-A&lt;br /&gt;Psychology-A&lt;br /&gt;Ballet-A&lt;br /&gt;Biology Lab-A&lt;br /&gt;Biology Lecture-? I think a B&lt;br /&gt;History-? I'm pretty sure an A&lt;br /&gt;GPA: 3.8 or 3.7 depending on what I get for History and Biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111586752596027692?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111586752596027692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111586752596027692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111586752596027692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111586752596027692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/05/yes.html' title='YES!!!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111568971023807029</id><published>2005-05-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:48:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Down 2 To Go</title><content type='html'>I finished my History Exam this morning and my Biology Exam this afternoon.  I feel pretty good about my History test and just okay about my Biology Exam.  I think I got an A in History and a B in Biology.  I'll just have to see.  I packed a little today after I did my laundry.  I have so much clothes.... next semester I will not bring as much clothes, I'm such a girl.  Time to study for Psychology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111568971023807029?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111568971023807029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111568971023807029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111568971023807029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111568971023807029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/05/2-down-2-to-go.html' title='2 Down 2 To Go'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111560615095916263</id><published>2005-05-08T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:40:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Close I can Touch It!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was slow, saw a movie and slept a lot... I achieved everything I wanted to get done. Exams are this week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - History and Biology&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already taken my lab Final and I recieved an A for the class.&lt;br /&gt;I also had my ballet exam last Thursday and got an A.&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes as plan I should have a GPA of 3.6, which sucks because it went down from 3.7 from last semester..... I must study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111560615095916263?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111560615095916263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111560615095916263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111560615095916263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111560615095916263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-close-i-can-touch-it.html' title='I&apos;m So Close I can Touch It!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111462328807711622</id><published>2005-04-27T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:38:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nose Hurts!</title><content type='html'>I Need to find equilibrium!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah, only a week and a half left of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111462328807711622?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111462328807711622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111462328807711622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111462328807711622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111462328807711622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-nose-hurts.html' title='My Nose Hurts!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111455124832036145</id><published>2005-04-26T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:34:08.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Next Time.</title><content type='html'>I regestared today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology 2: MW 8-9:20&lt;br /&gt;Biology Lab: W 12:30-3:20&lt;br /&gt;Calculus: T 6-8:50&lt;br /&gt;History: TTH 1-2:20&lt;br /&gt;Woman's Studies: TTH 11-12:20&lt;br /&gt;Sociology: MW 9:30-10:50&lt;br /&gt;Ballet: TTH 2:45-4:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 17 hours and plenty more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111455124832036145?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111455124832036145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111455124832036145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111455124832036145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111455124832036145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-next-time.html' title='For Next Time.'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111455088059313111</id><published>2005-04-26T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:37:50.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside The Minds!</title><content type='html'>The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Carl_Jung/"&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is everything it's cracked up to be, It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Erica_Jong/"&gt;Erica Jong&lt;/a&gt;, O Magazine, February 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Friedrich_Nietzsche/"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/a&gt;, "On Reading and Writing"German philosopher (1844 - 1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn't hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Hugh_Elliott/"&gt;Hugh Elliott&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Jean_Anouilh/"&gt;Jean Anouilh&lt;/a&gt;French dramatist (1910 - 1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Jeanne_Moreau/"&gt;Jeanne Moreau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Jennifer_Aniston/"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/a&gt;, O Magazine, February 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Madonna/"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt;, O Magazine, January 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Peter_Ustinov/"&gt;Peter Ustinov&lt;/a&gt;English actor &amp;amp; author (1921 - 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Rabbi_Julius_Gordon/"&gt;Rabbi Julius Gordon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simplier, but much less magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Trey_Parker_and_Matt_Stone/"&gt;Trey Parker and Matt Stone&lt;/a&gt;, South Park, Chef Aid, 1998&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111455088059313111?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111455088059313111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111455088059313111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111455088059313111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111455088059313111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/inside-minds.html' title='Inside The Minds!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111454091907416883</id><published>2005-04-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:58:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, I Found It!</title><content type='html'>With me it seems like every day (usually Mondays) are new days to learn from mistakes and move on. Dwelling on things just make you sad and depressed. Life is too short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn from your mistakes and use what you have learned for the future and most of all move on to brighter days! What doesn't brake us makes us stronger. Lets hope we are strong enough not to break under pressure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Without pain, there could be no pleasure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deticated to the one and only!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111454091907416883?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111454091907416883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111454091907416883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111454091907416883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111454091907416883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/yep-i-found-it.html' title='Yep, I Found It!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111444957157192862</id><published>2005-04-25T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T10:26:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Not Be Getting Any Tears from Me!</title><content type='html'>Fuck yeah, I got an "A" on my history exam and I just turned in my &lt;em&gt;Warriors Don't Cry&lt;/em&gt; paper. Everything is taken care of and all that is left is to study for exams. I'm so excited that this semester is almost to its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was fun, I didn't do anything but lay around with Louis. Saturday we had a picnic out by the water fountains on my campus. It was a beautiful day, I wish there were more days like Saturday. Sunday we went to the movies because I had free passes. We saw &lt;em&gt;Kung Fu Hustle,&lt;/em&gt; I absolutlely loved it and I recommend it to everyone. The only bad part was that it was in chinese and you have to read subtitles. But it was really good and there was hardly and talking and a lot of fighting. I especially enjoyed the music in the movie. Anyways go see it, it was fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you have done the wrong thing for so long that once you have actually done things right for a change, you still get in trouble for thoughts that were not even there in the first place? I have become dehydrated from all the crying and... Well I'm out of tears to cry and I think it's better this way. It's kind of weird not caring but I'm starting to like it. I think in the end all will turn out well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111444957157192862?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111444957157192862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111444957157192862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111444957157192862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111444957157192862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-will-not-be-getting-any-tears-from.html' title='You Will Not Be Getting Any Tears from Me!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111405167154254616</id><published>2005-04-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:51:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some May Call Me A Hippy</title><content type='html'>Today was spring fling at my school. It was pretty cool. During lunch I had some vegan food to celebrate Earth Day and they also gave out really cool cloth Earth Day bags! And the writing on the front of it is in GREEN, my most favorite color. I'm thinking about joining the environmental club. Also they gave out some handouts that told some sad stories of how cows and chickens are treated and we shouldn't eat meat because if we do we are just as bad as the meat industry. I think that's all bullshit but yeah... I got a free bag from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my Biology class was cancelled so I went to a science fair in which I earned 10 extra credit points for my class. After all that great stuff I had to go to work for the he she. After work Brittany and I went to the Spring Fling thing. They had a whole bunch of blow up stuff that you can jump on and a trampling. They also had BBQ and sausage to eat. Then at 6 there was this thing they called the Glow Zone and it was pretty much a big dance that everyone brought there boyfriends too. I wish I went to school with Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in about 30 minutes the girls and I are going to this club called Rockin' Rodeo and we are going to party because all morning classes are cancelled tomorrow due to our homecoming. I'm not really sure what they mean by homecoming being as we don't have a football team and if we did football season is already over but I guess I will find out tomorrow. Actually, I won't because I don't have to wake up tomorrow until 1:00 pm and I'm not going to wake up for it. So yeah, time to get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111405167154254616?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111405167154254616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111405167154254616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111405167154254616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111405167154254616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-may-call-me-hippy.html' title='Some May Call Me A Hippy'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111341343345214522</id><published>2005-04-13T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T10:38:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with my arm feeling like it was on fire. It hurts so bad for no reason at all. Maybe I slept on it wrong but there is a huge knot on my fore arm. Maybe I'm going to have a heart attack. So I have my psychology test tomorrow and I really haven't study but that's okay because I'm gauranteed an "A" in that class. And anyone who makes less then an "A" in that class is a plain idiot. All psychology really is, is a whole bunch of freaken theories and everything else is common sense. I wonder if that's why so many people are psych. majors because it's freaken easy and people pay a shit load to go see someone to listen to there problems. Being a science major myself, I believe in the biological aspect of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday while eating breakfast in the student center, this guy that was sitting at a table by himself walked up to me and told me that I was really pretty. I was kind of startled by it because it was really fucking early in the morning and there are not many straight decent looking guys on my campus. I was like, "oh, well thank you", and he said,"well you really are", and walk off. It was just so random and unexpected and it's always nice to get a complement from a stranger that's not a cat call. Louis thinks I should have invited him to sit with me and I probably hurt his feelings because he worked up enough nerve to walk over and talk to me but it's not like I was interested or anything and I'm sure he would have noticed the ring on my left ring finger and it all would have been awkward. Well... yeah, time for some biology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111341343345214522?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111341343345214522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111341343345214522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111341343345214522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111341343345214522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/sun-will-come-out-tomorrow.html' title='The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111335727068773360</id><published>2005-04-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:04:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it when a woman expresses her opinion it is perceived as being a BITCH from the opposite sex? I know.... because this society says that women have to be polite and silent and not aggressive. Well, things have change and I am sick and tired of all the men out there who are still stuck in the past! You know what boys, GET THE FUCK OVER IT! What I don't get is why when men act "BITCHY"(which is perceived normal in our society or know as masculine) and we women have to just sit back and fucking take it, up the fucking ass! I don't know, maybe I have just lost all sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost touch in all human race. I want to be a doctor to save lives but my hope is running dry. I can understand how the body works and how to fix it but how do our emotions work? How can our emotions be fixed if there is something wrong? Maybe they can't at all but just be buried (not fixed) until one day you can't take it anymore and you just burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand men, well I really don't know any men but old boys. Or maybe I understand them completely they just do not get me. This is all just ramble nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fuck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111335727068773360?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111335727068773360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111335727068773360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111335727068773360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111335727068773360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell Me Why?'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111341241785021720</id><published>2005-04-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T10:13:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites</title><content type='html'>Trying to discribe my beliefs are hard because I'm not really anything, I don't really care about all this you have to be something or not bull shit! My life is to busy to worry about weather I'm a Christian or an Atheist. I REALLY don't fucking care! I just want to be peaceful and not surrounded by all these people that want to push their beliefs on me. GET THE FUCK AWAY! You don't see me walking around passing out papers on evolution... just let people decided for there own damn self. I'm really sick and tired of all this, I'm even getting shit from my roommate who is bisexual and a druggy (she really has no room to talk). Anyways that's my rambling for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111341241785021720?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111341241785021720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111341241785021720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111341241785021720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111341241785021720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/04/hypocrites_06.html' title='Hypocrites'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111220773948778937</id><published>2005-03-30T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:38:18.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut The Fuck Up!</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people talk during class... and I mean the whole hour and a half. It's to bad I'm a nice person or else I would have told them, "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCHES"! The only good thing was that we got a take home test and there is no way I can make below a 100%. Anyways not much going on, the same thing happens every day. I've been keeping up with my working out. I just found out yesterday that you could sign up for a machine ahead of time. I was just about to use the stair stepper when some chic kicked me off, she said that she was signed up for that time. I was pissed! I think it should be first come first served but whatever, I'm a push over. Whatever.. it's time to shut all the pain away and go to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111220773948778937?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111220773948778937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111220773948778937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111220773948778937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111220773948778937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/03/shut-fuck-up.html' title='Shut The Fuck Up!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111160080497491279</id><published>2005-03-23T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:25:14.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried So Hard!</title><content type='html'>I've gone all my life doing what I thought other people want of me but now I have turned over a new leaf. Well actually I have pushed the leaf as far as it can go, then it crumbled when it hit the point were only things that are stable can make it. I've chased this life for way to long. Sometimes I feel so alone in my dispair. How can anyone understand? Today feels different, I don't know how or why but it does. Maybe it was the sent that I got when I walked by the cookies being baked in the cafeteria... I think it triggered a memory of simpler times. Or you know that feeling you get when you leave a building and the air from the outside and the air from inside creates a suction and a big gust of air brushes the hair out of your face and you get a new, refreshing feeling. Well it's kind of like that. I don't know... who knows, maybe I just have gas? I don't even know if what I'm trying to say makes sense in written out words. It's time to do my own thing and I'm going to take my time. I don't think others are going to like me, most likely hate me. There has always been a problem but know one has been able to see it. "I just can't seem to kill the beast." Well it's time to break off another healthy leaf from the tree that holds me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I worked out for about an hour. I work out on the treadmill, bicycle, and did some abdominal exercises. I feel like SHIT today! I'm so out of shape, I used to be able to jog for 10 minutes and not even break a sweat. My roommate and I decided to lose some weight before summer. Every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday we are going to do an hour each day of cardio and abdominal exercises. I figure I should put on my bathing suite and take a long look in the mirror to encourage me to work harder and to do more. The freshman 15 sure has caught up to me, it's time to get back down to 115 lbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111160080497491279?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111160080497491279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111160080497491279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111160080497491279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111160080497491279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-tried-so-hard.html' title='I Tried So Hard!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111142806807059147</id><published>2005-03-21T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:02:02.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hell Lot Of Nothing!</title><content type='html'>Over spring break I did pretty much nothing... there for I acomplished all of my goals. I FINALLY beat Louis in chess too! I saw two movies, &lt;em&gt;Hostage&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Be cool.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hostage&lt;/em&gt; was okay, it was like all the other Bruce Willis movies and &lt;em&gt;Be cool&lt;/em&gt; was kind of wierd but I liked it more than Hostage. I pretty muched layed around, watched TV and eat. I think my ass is getting bigger! Last Saturday Louis and I where supposed to go to the water wall in Houston and have a picnic but it was supposed to rain so we stayed in and started our scrapbook for are 2 years together. It's coming along nicely. That's about it, time for Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... today is our 22nd month anniversary, almost 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111142806807059147?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111142806807059147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111142806807059147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111142806807059147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111142806807059147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/03/hell-lot-of-nothing.html' title='A Hell Lot Of Nothing!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111039273216612800</id><published>2005-03-09T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:58:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>Why are people the way they are when all there is is to be yourself? I won't go more into depth because it is a statement that you can get a lot from depending on the person and where you are at in you life at the time. So it's not really my place to give a description. Why does everyone look the same and why do we have to give into peer pressure even when we don't agree? I need to breath, but I afriad to because I might suck in the world.  I need room to be inspired. How can I be inspired if we are all the same? Some times I need to run away! I need to go to a place that hasn't been influenced by society. I yearn for unusal originality. "Life Is Gone And I Have No One!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111039273216612800?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111039273216612800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111039273216612800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111039273216612800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111039273216612800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/03/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-111022709112058546</id><published>2005-03-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T10:03:07.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Crums Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Today as I was walking to my Biology class, I saw a truck that was flipped over by another car. THere were two people laying on the ground with blood everywhere. People were standing around crying and woundering if the people on the ground were still alive. Ambulences were everywhere and the police had taped off the area. A huge crowd had formed around the accident and people were slowing down in the street to look at the horrific display. One of the guys was laying on his back with his left foot laying up next to his head. The other lady in the other car was hanging outside the window of the car (half in and half out). I thought to myself how could have an accident in a parking lot throw a person from inside his car across the to the other side when they must have been traveling less than 10 mph. Then it hit me, there are a lot of things that don't make since about this... it didn't seem real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's truck drivers awareness week and they were having a conference at our school and the whole thing was fake. I laughed to myself because the people coming out of the Student Center were freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the title is for you Louis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-111022709112058546?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/111022709112058546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=111022709112058546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111022709112058546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/111022709112058546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/03/bread-crums-everywhere.html' title='Bread Crums Everywhere'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110978831547285578</id><published>2005-03-02T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:31:55.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>I need to take a shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110978831547285578?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110978831547285578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110978831547285578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110978831547285578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110978831547285578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/03/ohhhhh.html' title='OHHHHH!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110961361190194231</id><published>2005-02-28T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:15:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much!</title><content type='html'>Things are slow.&lt;br /&gt;I made good grades so far on all of the first exams.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about a double major in Premedicine and Human Biology.&lt;br /&gt;I want my laptop back! Supposedly, it doesn't like rootbeer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm about to go to Biology class.&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110961361190194231?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110961361190194231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110961361190194231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110961361190194231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110961361190194231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110782435037668376</id><published>2005-02-07T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:05:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time!</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy! I don't know what the hell I got myself into! Now that I'm a Human Biology major all I do is eat, sleep, class, work and study my ass off. I don't know the hell I got myself into... I had a rude awakening from the easy dance major. I'm now a Human Biology major with a double minor in chemistry and dance... yes life is crazy! Like right now, I should be studying for my physchology exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that everything is great. My roommate is coo' and work is easy and boring. Except that my boss is an hermaphrodite and kind of scares me every now and then. She's either a manly girl or a girly man but not one or the other. She has a manly voice, in fact when i first talked to her on the phone I called her a sir. Anyway my job consists on pouring chemicals and working with lab equipment in a chemistry lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of this I need to study for my exam, then read for History and Biology... lots to do and not enough time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110782435037668376?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110782435037668376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110782435037668376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110782435037668376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110782435037668376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110600910372209099</id><published>2005-01-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T16:49:33.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At School!</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back at school and I finally moved in with Brittany on the 6th floor. I didn't mention it to my old roommate that I was leaving and as I was checking out, an Asia girl was moving into my room. She's going to show up with a whole new roommate. But yeah, I'm all set up for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time over the break... well for most of it. Louis and I went to the Ballet and just laid around and eat a lot of food. We pretty much did nothing... it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder what happened to my icon. Well I blame the whole thing on Louis' sister, Alli. You can get all that crazy stuff on Louis' site. That's about it, not much to talk about. I guess I should get some good sleep tonight for school in the morning.  I'm so tired from moving and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110600910372209099?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110600910372209099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110600910372209099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110600910372209099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110600910372209099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-at-school.html' title='Back At School!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110266008527710385</id><published>2004-12-10T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:36:17.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of classes! Man, this semester went so fast and my classes were so easy. Of course they consisted of dance technique classes and two academic classes. Louis is staying in Waco this weekend to study for his exams on Monday so I'm all by my self this weekend. I guess I will caught up on my sleep and TV wastching... and some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing rooms for next semester. My friends room mate is leaving next semester to go into the menistry (who is also my friend from dancce) so I'm moving in with her. She's going to some private Luthern University in Austin. But yeah, i'll be living in a different room next semester. The room has carpet and is a little bit bigger then the normal dorm room. That's because it used to be the floor that parents or visiters would stay at, it was some what like a hotel room before they changed them into dorm rooms. I haven't told my room mate yet that I'm leaving. It's harder than I thought because she's realy nice to me and she brings sweet bread to me back from home. I don't know if I'm going to tell her. She's going to come back after the break and all my stuff is going to be gone. I don't know, what should I tell her... "I'm leaving because you don't let my boyfriend stay on the weekends and my friend that I'm moving in with won't mind us having sex"? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching David Letterman and Green Day sang a song at the end of the show. The song was off there new CD. Does anyone know what there new CD is called? I really liked the song and want to look into buying the CD... well when I have some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got a job for next semester on campus. It's working in a chemisrty lab. I have to stock lab equipment and help other students in the lab. It's a brainless job that's probably why they only pay $5.15 an hour. But all jobs on campus are $5.15 an hour. If I had a car I would look else where. Well I'm tired and I should probably get to sleep but it's not like I have class tomorrow because it's dead day and my first exam is on Tuesday and my last exam on Wednesday... yes that's right I only have two exams! Anyways, bye bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110266008527710385?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110266008527710385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110266008527710385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110266008527710385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110266008527710385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/12/yes.html' title='YES!!!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110248514322845406</id><published>2004-12-07T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:28:51.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>It is 4:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. I just had another fight with Louis and I don't know if I can do that again. We have been fighting a lot lately... well since i've been in college. I know it has a lot to do with me and every time we fight it is because of me. The fighting needs to end or else it will end our relationship.Tonight or should I say this morning, I am going to do some soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing on my site is one thing I will do. I will go for a walk when the sun comes up at the crack of dawn. I need to get my feelings out. I love Louis with all my heart. I don't know what I would do with out him. I think I have some trust issue. I have broken up with my ex-boyfriends in the past because they have either lied to me or cheated on me, not to mention that my father cheated on my mother while they were married and I don't think I ever got over that. But I don't think I should use those as excuses for my actions. I know Louis would never hurt me... if anything I would hurt him first (but I would never), if I haven't already. He's good to me. I mean do you know anyone who would drive you over a thousand miles over two days to see your family? Yeah, I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have insecurity issues too. I don't know why but I need to recognize these things that I do that hurt our relationship and fix them... for good! After tonight I want to feel better about things and I have a strong feeling that things are going to be better between Louis and me. I have a great thing going for me and i don't want to lose my baby.That's another thing that scares me. I have never been so afraid of losing one thing so much. I have this fear of loosing Louis to my stupidity. I know I would never leave him so it's completely up to him and I don't like not having control of my life. It's almost like he has my future in his hands and he can do what he wishes with it. And I'm vulnerable, and fragile and can be broken with the squeeze of his hand. I keep telling Louis every time we have a fight, that I realize that I'm the one who started it and I'll fix my problems. But it's the same talk everytime we fight. Every time I'm truly sorry and I truly convince myself that I will change and it will not happen again. We'll be fine for a week or so and it we'll fight again. Well no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there is still something there that I need to fix that hasn't been fixed before.Maybe I am trying to adjust to college life or maybe i'm just a bitch. But whatever it is, it needs fixing and I need to chill out and relax and stop worrying about what's going to happen in the future. Poor louis, why should he have to deal with my baggage. I have become a bad girlfriend, one that I told myself I would never become. When I'm angry or upset, I take it out on him. I think it is because he is the closes to me and I tell him every thing, i rely on him, he is my best friend. I need to find a new best friend here at school a new Lorie (my best friend back home). Some one who I can talk to and share my feelings with. I think I already found one, so I have a jump start on that.I am truly sorry Louis and I know you have heard that word from me a lot. By now it has no meaning when I say it but I feel as if I have changed and things will be better. I love you more than life itself and I can't be without you. That's why I must go to the extremes to save our relationship. Like writing this post... I'm not an open person, especially about my feelings to a whole bunch of people I don't know very well. But I think it will help me to help our relationship that will help you. I love you forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110248514322845406?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110248514322845406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110248514322845406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110248514322845406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110248514322845406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/12/emotional-roller-coaster_07.html' title='Emotional Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110248720502472687</id><published>2004-12-07T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:26:45.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like To Eat Bananas</title><content type='html'>No much sleep today.&lt;br /&gt;Watched porn with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Same shit every day.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cafeteria food!&lt;br /&gt;No more Finals!&lt;br /&gt;Cheetos are dagerously cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110248720502472687?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110248720502472687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110248720502472687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110248720502472687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110248720502472687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-like-to-eat-bananas.html' title='I Like To Eat Bananas'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-110066408547040014</id><published>2004-11-16T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:14:32.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Being A Bum!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I did some shopping and drove Louis crazy with my mood swings. I got alitte black dress for Alli's wedding. Yeah, I had lady problems last weekend and... poor Louis was the only one around so he had to put up with me. Surprisingly after all that he still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Monday and today have been nothing but absolute nothingness (yes that's a word)! It's so awesome!! No more late night rehearsals and no more DANIEL'S DANCE. I have homework to do but I just can't modivate myself to do it. I'll probably wait until the day before it's due to finish it, but that's how it usually turns out. I have caught up on all the TV shows that I watched before I started all rehearsals every night of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Makers is this weekend, Dance Makers is our spring show for the dance department. And then we have Dance Makers Too after the holiday and then finally the Informal... that's the one I'm in. The final showing was two Fridays ago and the results were... well not what I expected but even though I should have expected the outcome. The final showing was to see witch dances were going where, Dance Makers being the big show. Well turns out that all the graduates made the big show and the rest for the other two showings. I was pissed! They made it out to seem that everyone had an equal chance to any of the showings. Daniel's danced was cut, not suprising it sucked ass! Theresa dance made the Informal. I guess for the amount of effort I want to put into this, the Informal is okay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all artsey people dramatic? I mean me included but geez... I thought I got away from all that high school drama, nope, it's here in the TWU dance department. Everybody is like, I'm better than you are and my dance should have made that showing and blahblahblah. It makes my head hurt!!! I'm so glad I will not be in the dance department next semester. You see my drama is enough drama that I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being a bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-110066408547040014?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/110066408547040014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=110066408547040014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110066408547040014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/110066408547040014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-like-being-bum.html' title='I Like Being A Bum!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109989321559578911</id><published>2004-11-07T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:02:06.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Weekend!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was perfect! Thursday was my birthday and at first the day sucked because I didn't get to see Louis and nobody was around. Later on that night a couple of my friends took me out to a club call &lt;em&gt;Senior Frogs&lt;/em&gt;. It was College night so everybody from TWU and UNT were there. It was a hole in the wall but the inside was quiet nice. Yeah, I got my grove on! After dancing for about 3 hours we went to I Hop and I had some yummy pancakes. We got in about 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I was so freaking tired and we had the final show so I decided to skip pilates in the morning and just went to modern class and then the showing after. I got through the showing without anything in my stomach and about an hour of sleep. I came back to my dorm took a shower and than took a 30 minute nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis told me to dress up because he was taking me out to dinner for my birthday some where in Waco. He came to pick me up and asked me if what I was wearing was what I was wearing out to eat. I asked why, and then he pulled out a sweater and pants that I have been wanting for about a month. I was so excited! He is so smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed out back to Waco. For some reason we went throw Dallas instead of Forth Worth. Louis said that we would miss all the traffic in Fort Worth if we went throw Dallas. Anyways , a little into Dallas Louis says that his CD player is broken and he needed to pull over to fix it at the next gas station. Well turns out that we were actually going to this place called &lt;em&gt;Midieval Times&lt;/em&gt;. I had wanted to go there for some time. It's nice to know that he listens to me. It was fun... we had to eat with our hands. It was a perfect birthday and I thanked Louis very well... several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we saw a musical put on by Baylor Theatre. I though it was pretty good but Louis didn't think so. I guess I have more appreciation for the arts. Later we saw, &lt;em&gt;Saw&lt;/em&gt; the movie at 12:10. It was... different, bloody, and suspenseful. Of course I couldn't sleep that night, it's a good thing I was with Louis. Yeah, I'm a weiner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Sunday and I didn't do much but now I must sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109989321559578911?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109989321559578911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109989321559578911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109989321559578911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109989321559578911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-birthday-weekend.html' title='My Birthday Weekend!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109989393534481327</id><published>2004-11-07T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:05:35.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops!</title><content type='html'>I just read Louis' site and I realized that we wrote about the same thing.  So if you read my site and then his site, you have just read the same thing but in different words.  Next time I read his ite before creating mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109989393534481327?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109989393534481327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109989393534481327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109989393534481327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109989393534481327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/11/woops.html' title='Woops!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109940393839640689</id><published>2004-11-02T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T06:04:38.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Good!</title><content type='html'>It's cold,&lt;br /&gt;it's cold,&lt;br /&gt;and it's really really cold!&lt;br /&gt;Walking to English class this morning I freezed my ass off! That's so awesome. It's in the forties and now I can finally wear my scarf that I bought a while back. And the even better thing is that I can even wear it on my birthday (my birthday is Thursday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is normal nothing new. I'm hungry, I think after English I'm going to go get me some fake eggs and bacon from the cafeteria. Or maybe just an omelet, oh the possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and my foiling rocks, Louis just doesn't appreciate my artistry. That's the last I help you with a long processed prank, Louis. You can just do it all by your self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109940393839640689?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109940393839640689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109940393839640689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109940393839640689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109940393839640689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s All Good!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109928803064909076</id><published>2004-10-31T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:57:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foil and Stuff</title><content type='html'>This weekend was filled with sleeping and some other stuff. Friday was the normal Friday for me. Watched America's Next Top Model (the best show ever) and then drove back to Waco with Louis. Saturday, I slept in and chilled for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Louis and I foiled the shit out of Sara's dorm room while she was gone for the weekend in Katy. It was awesome... it reminded me of the time that Louis, James and I wrapped David's house with 96 rolls of toliet paper, poured syrup and scattered 2 bags of bird feed all over his lawn and emptied tons of shaving cream into the bed of his truck. Oh yeah, and wrote obscene things in chalk on his drive way. It was great; it took us about 3 hours to wrap everything we could find in her room with aluminum foil. Her book shelves, everything on the book shelves, her desk and everything on it, things on her wall and her bed and all of her pillows and stuffed animals. We used four 200 feet rolls of foil and duck to keep it all together. The finished product was pretty cool looking and I would have hated to take it all down. It's a prank I would like to do again. After a long 3 hours of work, Louis and I went out to eat at Outback Steak House, while eating we found out that Baylor had won the game against Texas A&amp;M. How the hell did that happen? A&amp;amp;M must have let down there guards being as they were playing Baylor and some how Baylor slipped by them. It's just crazy yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we Slept in a little and then watched a crapy halloween movie. After the predictable, bad effects movie we drove back to Denton. On the way Louis got a call from Sara, she seemed pissed about her room. Oh well, she'll get over it! It was just a prank and if I were her I would do something back to Louis. Well it has been a fun filled weekend and now it's time for some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109928803064909076?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109928803064909076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109928803064909076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109928803064909076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109928803064909076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/foil-and-stuff.html' title='Foil and Stuff'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109889533757140284</id><published>2004-10-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:53:38.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The psoas muscle is the most beautiful muscle in the body!</title><content type='html'>I feel so much better!!! No more throwing up chicken noodle soup and sleeping the day away, I'm back to normal and I feel great. I still have a stuffy nose and a little bit of a headache but it's nothing Aleve can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so fucking hot? I'm usually a warm weather person but geez, it's about time for some cold weather. Maybe I just want to put all the jackets I have into use. I'm obsessed with jackets... and things green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's official, I am now a human biology major. In other words a pre physical therapy major. I will still be a dance minor and will be able to take all of my technique classes. The way I see it is that I don't need a degree in dance to be a dancer. I'm excited about my decision, I toke physical therapy over the summer and loved it. Eventually I want to be a physical therapist for dancers. And the best part of this is I get to take biology classes, woohoo and I'll be out in 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time for rolling on the floor with sweaty girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109889533757140284?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109889533757140284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109889533757140284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109889533757140284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109889533757140284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/psoas-muscle-is-most-beautiful-muscle.html' title='The psoas muscle is the most beautiful muscle in the body!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109872245084844439</id><published>2004-10-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T09:48:06.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is pounding on my head?</title><content type='html'>The weekend was pretty good all around. We went to the Mickey and Brandy's party on Saturday night, it was okay. We played some poker and then went bowling. I'm so sick... I woke up Sunday morning with a pounding headache, a stuffy noise and a sore throat. SO you know what that means... sorry Louis! On the way home the weather was awful. There was lightning everywhere and I could barely see the road. Louis and I were switching off driving and it was my turn to drive and everything was going great until it started pouring down rain and I can barely see as it is so I was a little scared. It got so bad that I had to pull over and let Louis drive. Well all is good now; I drove for about 2 hours, the rest of the way back once the rain let up. I woke up this morning for class and I felt like some one had ran over me and then backed up over me and then ran over me again. I was so achey and my head was pounding. So I went back to sleep. I missed my math and intro. to dance class, oh well I don't think I missed anything. I think I'm going to go sit in on my modern class today... I'm afraid if I move around I might throw up.  That's a nice image to leave you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109872245084844439?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109872245084844439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109872245084844439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109872245084844439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109872245084844439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-is-pounding-on-my-head.html' title='Who is pounding on my head?'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109819160243145460</id><published>2004-10-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:14:04.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Chilly</title><content type='html'>I'm in English class and it's way too early and my brain can't process quiet yet. But I'll try for the sake of my readers; I'll feel like it is my duty to post. While walking over to English it was a bit chilly outside. For the past couple of days it has been about 80 degrees outside even during the early mornings. I just bought a new colorful scarf and I'm dieing to wear it. But I don't think I will be able to break it out until November. It so hard to see it just sit there, I needs to be worn, it's calling to me. The chilly weather this morning gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got back my evaluation from Modern class and I did a pretty good job. They graded on multiple things like technique and professionalism. The scale was from 1 to 5, 5 being the best and I received a four on everything. I then found out that the evaluators didn't give out 5's... I guess us freshman are not worthy of a 5. Anyways, our teacher gave us a carve making 4 the highest we could get. So yeah, I got an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, life is good. I just woke up from a 2 hour nap. I slept hard too, once my head hit the pillow I was out. Maybe it was because I was up until about 4 this morning looking up information on the internet. I now know all of the Geologic Time Periods and everything that happened in them. I mean everything! Hadean, Archaean, Proterozoic, Paleozoic, Mesozoic, we are currently in the Cenozoic Era. What started all this maddness you ask? Well my friend's grandma is a Biology professor and she knew that I loved biology so she brought me a shirt with a paradoxides gracilis (trilobite) from the Cambrian period on it. When I saw it I spermed myself! For those who don't know... life had not yet evolved on land during the Cambrian period, the sea was well developed and the primary organism was a trilobite. You may be familiar with the fossil.  I don't know... I'm I a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109819160243145460?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109819160243145460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109819160243145460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109819160243145460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109819160243145460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/bit-chilly.html' title='A Bit Chilly'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109779809168580666</id><published>2004-10-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:54:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping The Day Away</title><content type='html'>Today I slept until 11:00, it was great!  Well actually I woke up at 8:00 for virtual class room for English.  Every Thursday we have virtual class room, were we log into a chat room and talk about the book we're reading.  So what I do is log on and then set my alarm clock to right before the class ends and then talk a bit so it looks like I was actually there.  It's the greatest sceam ever.  I don't think she would care anyways... she's a graduate student and very easy going about things.  Then I woke up about 11:00 to go to ballet to find out that we didn't have class.  Freaking awesome!  I came back to my dorm and did some laundry.  I had so much laundry, I took up 5 washing matchines.  Man, laundry is expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to kick my ass!  I have pilates in the morning at 9:00, then a modern class, then it's the first showing of our dances for the show and after that I have rehearsal.  I'm dancing from 9 in the mornin to 6 in the evening.  At least I get a message out of it... and no not from my room mate (for all you guys who read my site) but from Louis.  Now I'm just watching some TV relaxing and for the first time I have no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to some TV watching!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109779809168580666?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109779809168580666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109779809168580666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109779809168580666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109779809168580666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/sleeping-day-away.html' title='Sleeping The Day Away'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109768837157589196</id><published>2004-10-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:31:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait Until the Weekend</title><content type='html'>All of my mid terms are finally over and I can now relax. Today I have an evaluation in Modern but it's no problem. Yesterday I had Ballet and of course I blow it away. Our first showing for the spring show is on Friday. We're only showing Daniels dance and then Theresa's next Friday. I am not really looking foward to it... the dance is crap. I mean someone who had mexican food the night before pulled there pants down and crapped all over it. And the sad thing is, is that people have given him constuctive criticism and he blows it off and says that they don't know what there talking about. We have the whole dance done and I fear that when we show it the technique staff is not going to like it and we are going to have to add stuff and take stuff away, basically a new dance. Well whatever, I guess I'll deal with it when it comes. As for the other dance that I'm in, well the stuff that we have learned is cool and all but we are way behind and she still doesn't even have music yet. It has been 4 weeks and we have no music to dance to. I would do things totally different... more people should be like me. Well off to Modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109768837157589196?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109768837157589196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109768837157589196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109768837157589196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109768837157589196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/cant-wait-until-weekend.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait Until the Weekend'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109753421105621836</id><published>2004-10-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T22:15:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms And Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>So far I have had 3 midterm papers all due tomorrow. I just finished 2 of them and I'm dreading the last one. I figured I would take a break and write about the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis and I went down to Katy last weekend, it was Alli's (Louis' sister) birthday and Louis also had to attend a court date for a speeding ticket. So we got in about 4 in the morning after going to a club in Waco. We drove 5 hours and Louis' queen size was worth the 5 hour drive. We slept until Louis had to go to his thing at 2:30. Later on Friday, we saw The Forgotten, it was okay, and I guessed the outcome of the movie before I even saw it. That night we just lay around and bought some Dominoes Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Alli's birthday; we went to a dinner theatre in Houston. I had the Grilled Chicken Santa Fe, it was pretty good and we watched Footloose the musical. Bad actors and bad choreography but the singing as okay and overall it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we slept in and then went to get some kolaches. Since we slept in it was hard to find do-nut shops that were open. The one that was open was all out of kolaches so we decided to eat Mexican food instead. After eating lunch we went to my house and watch The Girl Next Door, it was a sweet movie I defiantly need to get into porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back about 6:20. I got back to my dorm about 12: oo. I would have been back earlier but some one had to take us on a joy ride. You see I was going to cook some home made cookies while I was at home but I forgot to, I was determined to have some cookies and milk. We drove into a town called Corsicana to find a grocery store to by some cookies. Well we found an H.E.B. and everything was gravy. But then we couldn't find our way back to the freeway and Louis was sure he knew they way back and I thought we were supposed to go the complete opposite way that he was going. Anyways, we ended up doing a great big circle and in fact the way I thought w were supposed to go was the right way!!! So ya Louis took us on a 55 minute joy ride... maybe next time he'll listen to me. I'm back and things are still the same... I want to drop out of school and become a beach bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109753421105621836?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109753421105621836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109753421105621836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109753421105621836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109753421105621836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/midterms-and-other-stuff.html' title='Midterms And Other Stuff'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109710533270872712</id><published>2004-10-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:38:33.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is patient, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it does not cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it does not boast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is not proud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is not rude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is not self-seeking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; is not easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; always protects,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; always trust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; always hopes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; always preserves.&lt;br /&gt;~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not all that religious... hell I don't even believe in god, but I do like this quote.&lt;br /&gt;~Dedicated to Louis, I love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109710533270872712?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109710533270872712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109710533270872712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109710533270872712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109710533270872712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-is.html' title='LOVE is...'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109695200181779818</id><published>2004-10-04T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:45:21.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamy Things I Like...</title><content type='html'>All of the things I like and can't live without...&lt;br /&gt;I like to lay under the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;I like to eat Lay's potato chips with ranch dip.&lt;br /&gt;I like to play in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I like things green.&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch The Oprah Whinfrey Show.&lt;br /&gt;I like Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;I like double chocolate Milano cookies, wait I like all things chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;I like Sour Cream and Onion Pringles.&lt;br /&gt;I like to have movieathons.&lt;br /&gt;I like to dance in the aisles of grocery stores.&lt;br /&gt;I like original glazed donuts.&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep late into the day.&lt;br /&gt;I like sunflowers and roses.&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep in the nude.&lt;br /&gt;I like to listen to music while doing my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I like to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;I like to buy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch America's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;I like to take bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;I like salads with ranch dressing.&lt;br /&gt;I like broccoli with cheese on top.&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch That 70's Show.&lt;br /&gt;I like warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;I like to eat mayo with everything.&lt;br /&gt;I like Louis' blonde hair and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109695200181779818?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109695200181779818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109695200181779818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109695200181779818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109695200181779818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/creamy-things-i-like.html' title='Creamy Things I Like...'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109682370225970985</id><published>2004-10-03T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:17:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Feel All Of The Muscles In My Back</title><content type='html'>This weekend was family day weekend, Louis is joining me so he will be staying at my place. On Friday Louis and I dyed my hair. The first time we dyed it, it turned out white at the roots and as you went down my hair, into orange and then red. It was quite interesting, it was then we noticed that it was a type of bleach made for dyeing your hair blonde not the blonde dye itself. So after washing my hair we went back to Wal-Mart and got some dark blonde dye. After all that, it turned out okay, I think I could have gone a little lighter but oh well. By that time it was about 4:00 a.m. so we hit the hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning I got up and realized that twin beds are not made for two people. Not only did I get only about 3 hours of sleep altogether but my back was killing me. I think Louis would say the same. We got up and showered and meet my mom and the baby (my sister's son) for family day. We made a Family Day 2004 T-shirts and took some pictures. We eat lunch and we each got a balloon made into different shapes. The balloon lady even taught Louis how to make a dog out of a ballon. I got a red heart with two doves sitting at the bottom kissing. She even tried to make the doves look like Louis and me. After that we came back to my dorm room and rested for a while until it was time to play family feud. I didn't get much rest due to a baby and my mother. After that we headed over to the family feud game. We were the first ones to play and we were the first ones to win too. We kind of cheated because you could see the answers. We each got a $10 gift certificate to Rudy's (a BBQ place). After winning a game of family feud my mom took Louis and me out to eat at The Olive Garden... Finally decent food! My mom left and we watch a movie until I couldn't hold my eyes open. I fell asleep before Louis did, I was so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Sunday), I woke up and I could feel all of the muscles in my back, I then quickly took some Aleve and now I am feeling better now. Even though I am still so very tired, I want Louis to have the bed for himself for awhile because I know he hasn't had much sleep either. I'm hungry, I think I will open up some pringles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109682370225970985?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109682370225970985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109682370225970985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109682370225970985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109682370225970985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-can-feel-all-of-muscles-in-my-back.html' title='I Can Feel All Of The Muscles In My Back'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109665851775107019</id><published>2004-10-01T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T12:21:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much To Say</title><content type='html'>Not much really to say but it's a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Had some pilates today.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the mall with friends.&lt;br /&gt;After that I have rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Then time for Louis to be here.&lt;br /&gt;Eat a little.&lt;br /&gt;Go to a club with my room mate for her birthday... Sweet 20!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is family day... Yeah, I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109665851775107019?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109665851775107019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109665851775107019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109665851775107019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109665851775107019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much To Say'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109651330154764302</id><published>2004-09-29T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T21:08:46.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 12th Floor Flying Girl</title><content type='html'>I live in a 24 floor building and each floor has 4 balconies. I found out today why the balconies are sealed shut in Guinn Hall. I have always wondered why Stark Hall (22 floor building) has access to their balconies and we (Guinn Hall) do not. It's a kind of weird story actually. This girl from UNT (which is just a couple of miles from TWU) came over to TWU to visit her friend one night. After her friend was being bitchy to her and kicked out of her room she went out to the balcony and jumped from the 12th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the 12th floor is haunted with her ghost because the elevators always stop on that floor. You see there are two sets of elevators, two that only serve the even floors and two that serve only the odd floors. The creepy thing is that both the odd and the even elevators stop on the 12th floor. I was a little skeptical at first so I had to go and investigate it my self. A friend and I (we were both scared but wanted to find out so we went together) rode the elevators from floor 24 to the 10th floor (that's my floor) and sure enough the elevator stopped on the 12th floor. Now the true test was to ride the odd elevator because the 12th floor is even and an odd elevator can not stop on a even floor... trembling in our boots we rode the odd elevator from the 24th floor to the 10th floor and the elevator did indeed stop on the 12th floor. It felt like it stopped on that floor longer than the others and as we were riding back down to our own floors it felt like their was a presents among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk into Guinn, there is still the dent in the sidewalk (I've seen it for myself, I'm a skeptical person) were she hit the cement. They found out later that her mother had just died from cancer and she was really depressed. The weird thing is, wouldn't you think that there would be a better chance for some one here from TWU would commit suicide then from some one from another University?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a shower after hearing about that story and I do have to admit I was a little freaked out. As I was washing my face I had my eyes closed and I feared that I would open my eyes to find a pale ghost in front of me. I think I let things get to me to easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109651330154764302?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109651330154764302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109651330154764302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109651330154764302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109651330154764302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/12th-floor-flying-girl.html' title='The 12th Floor Flying Girl'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109640472497945773</id><published>2004-09-28T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:59:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Suck!</title><content type='html'>Today I witnessed something horrific. As I was walking to Ballet class, this PT Cruiser runs a red light and hits this girl walking across the road. She went flying onto the sidewalk, I ran over to see if she was okay. I asked her if she was okay and she answered back, "I lost my shoe". She had both her shoes on so she was clearly out of it. She was laying on her side with her left leg at her head. Now I know she's not a dancer so she can't be that flexible. She then got up and took two steps and fell back down to the ground. I then called 911 on my cell phone as the guy who hit her walked up to us. By then one of the professors walked out of the student center and stayed with her until the ambulance got there. I had to run to Ballet class because I was about 10 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me the most is that it could have been me. We were both crossing the street at the same time but she was going in the opposite direction. People need to watch were their going. This is why people SUCK!!! When I got to Ballet I had to explain what happened because I was late. You could see out the window of the Ballet studio the lights from the police car and ambulance. This is something I will never forget. It was the scariest thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time for laundry because I have no more clean dance clothes for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109640472497945773?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109640472497945773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109640472497945773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109640472497945773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109640472497945773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/people-suck.html' title='People Suck!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109631993393199130</id><published>2004-09-27T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:21:57.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzasize</title><content type='html'>Today, a normal day. I have class in the morning and a technique class in the afternoon. Then I have rehearsal at 8 tonight. Today in Modern we actually had a Jazz class. You see, last Wednesday we had a grading class. It's were we are graded for each of the Doris Humphrey (a type of modern dance) combination we learned over the past few weeks. We did so well that our teacher treated us with a Jazz class for today and Wednesday. It was so awesome... It was like I was on my own territory... This is my style and I rock! I realized how much I missed jazz and I need more of it. At the studio that I came from, they specialized in Ballet and Jazz... So yeah, it felt like sweet, sweet home for me. This university is big on Modern but we also have to take Ballet which is great for me because Ballet is my specialty. So if we have to take ballet why don't we have to take Jazz to? I'm going to look more into it for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the guys on my floor (the only straight males in the university) are having a little get together so I'm going to go be social now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109631993393199130?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109631993393199130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109631993393199130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109631993393199130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109631993393199130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/jazzasize.html' title='Jazzasize'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109625909357361710</id><published>2004-09-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:34:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo!</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed the weekend... It consisted of some thing that needed to be done, a play, a fight, and a very nice make up. The thing that needed to be done will be done again several times next weekend (if you don't know what I'm talking about then you probably don't need to know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to a play... I had a great time. Louis on the other hand could have done without. He has to go to each play this semester for his theatre appreciation class... I'm enjoying it! I like the theatre but that's just me, I'm an arts major. The next play is a musical... fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play Louis and I went to a field on the Baylor campus and lay out to look at the stars. Well we couldn't see many stars because the sky was well lit by the moon. So we just laid there and talked about random stuff. Then Louis dared me to yell at the top of my lungs FUCK or something like that. Before I knew it Louis sat up and yelled FUCK so loud that it echoed all across the campus. After considering doing it, I then too sat up and yelled PENIS! Oh the little things amuse us the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the best times together... except when we fight, which is not all that much. We fight about the most simply and easiest things to solve. Well all I can say is that we are both stubborn people. All is good now. The only good thing about a fight is the making up afterwards. Hehehe... need I say more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109625909357361710?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109625909357361710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109625909357361710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109625909357361710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109625909357361710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/echo.html' title='Echo!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109595800296270046</id><published>2004-09-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:47:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares!</title><content type='html'>Just woke up at 11:00 on a Thursday, so freaking awesome! Today we had a virtual classroom for English. It's were we get on blackboard and chat about the book we are reading. I was chatting for about 30 minutes and then I got tired (it's not my fault the book is so boring). I layed down and went back to sleep until 11:00. I have Ballet class at 1:00, so it feels like I only have one class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news yesterday which is not like me because I rarely watch the new. I don't like watching the news all that much because all it ever is, is bad news... They should just call it, "The Bad News at 10:00". But what caught my attention was this hippy looking guy. I was curious as to what he had to say... Then I heard "blog", and now they had my full attention. They said that there is this new thing out there on the internet called a blog and it's were you put your journal and so on. I was like hey, I do that except I don't think I would call this my journal... I don't want all of you knowing my thoughts. Anyways, they said it was a bad thing because it's out there for everyone to see and later on in the future it can hurt you. Whatever that means. So what do you guys think? Do you think that these blogs that we have and post on everyday will hurt us in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Ballet class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109595800296270046?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109595800296270046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109595800296270046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109595800296270046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109595800296270046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-cares.html' title='Who Cares!'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109579983926173980</id><published>2004-09-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:17:04.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Pants and Purple Panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Friday at rehearsal, there was a girl that was wearing white pants and full ass purple panties with silver stars. It was the most disturbing thing I have seen in a long time. We were rolling on the floor and doing some cart wheels and her panties started creeping up. So now she had a full ass panty wedge and you could see bunched up panty at the top of her pants. I saw here again today wearing the same white pants as I was walking into ballet class, it brought back bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a typical Tuesday... I went to English and our teacher said that she was not prepared for class today, so we were not having class. I came back to my dorm and want back to sleep till about 11:00. I woke up and made a sandwich and watched some TV until Ballet class. On TV I was watching "The Murary Show", it was about vicious attacks. They had all kinds of stuff, like child abuse and animal attacks. They also had robberies and police attacks. I saw a lot of bad people doing bad things. I'm a sensitive person and I can't imagine even thinking about doing half the stuff I saw. How can someone beat their child until they can barely breathe... Nothing gives them the right to do that. Some people make me sick! I know we have a chose of choosing the right thing or the wrong. So why do people choose to be bad? Is it something that comes from our past or is it purely our chose? Or is it some chemical imbalance in our brain? I guess these are questions that need more exploring. All I can say is some people SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to go have a huge salad with some dance friends for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 4 MONTH ANNIVERSARY BABY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109579983926173980?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109579983926173980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109579983926173980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109579983926173980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109579983926173980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/white-pants-and-purple-panties.html' title='White Pants and Purple Panties'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109564694620435629</id><published>2004-09-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:29:50.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>This weekend Louis and I went to Oklahoma to visit James. It was nice to get out of Texas and to sleep on a full size bed instead of a twin. I think we had a good time, I pretty much slept while Louis and James played Fable. Sleeping is good! On Saturday we ordered some pizza and then saw "With Out a Paddle". I was a good movie for only $5. You see Louis and James put together the little money they had and bought one ticket. Then Louis went in with the ticket and let James and I in from the exit. I'm proud to say that my boyfriend is cheap. The movie was not all what I expected. I won't ruin it for you, you have to see it. All I can say is... hairy hippies can be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from Norman (that's were James lives and goes to school) I got to see the country side. On the drive up there it was already dark and I can't see in the day time so you can understand why it was difficult to see at night. Oklahoma is nice and hilly with red dirt. On the other hand, while I could see the nice country side, I also got to see all the road kill. I guess that was the trade off from not being able to see at night. But now I'm back at my dorm, eating a sandwich and I don't want to wake up early tomorrow. So now I'm going to relax and watch the Emmy Awards on ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109564694620435629?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109564694620435629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109564694620435629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109564694620435629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109564694620435629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/oklahoma.html' title='Oklahoma'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109519901523770321</id><published>2004-09-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T09:48:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>And the thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes... Today has been a lot like the song. Well except for the whole cheating on your wife thing. It's the first time it has rained since I have been here. It's so cool. I'm on the 10th floor of my dorm and I had the blinds up. So I peeked out the window and I could see a wall of rain coming towards me... It was so cool. I watched until it passed, okay I watched until this huge lightning bolt struck really closed to my window and it freak me out so I took my attention away from the outside. I'm such a wuss, the lightning and thunder scare me but the rain helps me to sleep. Yeah I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight. It's so weird, because since I'm on the 10th floor, the rain looks like a big dark cloud hovering over the ground. When at ground level you can hear the rain hit the ground and you can see the rain drops. I'm watching Oprah (again, yes I watch Oprah) and at the top of the screen it say: Denton, Severe Thunder Storm Warning. They finally get something right with the weather. It's a good thing I don't have practice today. Hopefully the rain will help with the heat... It's so fucking hot! Other than that, today has been a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know me, I really suck at writing and my English sucks.  So I'm sorry and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109519901523770321?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109519901523770321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109519901523770321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109519901523770321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109519901523770321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109511695294183594</id><published>2004-09-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:39:16.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results</title><content type='html'>The results are in from auditions last Friday. I did better than I thought. I was cast in two dances, which is a lot for a freshman. Most freshman were only cast in one... again I rock! I have a really big head right now, I could barely fit in the door to my room. I was cast in this guy piece named Daniel, totally gay. We did a phrase of his dance in auditions... it's pretty cool but it's modern. The other dance is by some chic named Theresa, I'm not sure what type of dance she will be having us do but I'm sure it's going to be great. So I'm so excited and I have my first practice tonight from 8-10. Speaking of... What's up with those times, Monday and Thursday from 8-10, I'm already tired just thinking of it. Theresa piece has better times though, Wednesday and Friday 4-6. I think I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching Oprah today (yes, I watch Oprah), for those who don't know me, I'm sort of a sensitive person. Louis tells me not to watch Oprah and shows like it because they make me sad and all emotional. Today's show was about super suprises or something like that. She gave away cars to all of the people in the audience and to people who wrote in saying they needed a new car because their car was basically shit. Well this is all good but she left out just one person... ME, I want a new car! And she also gave this lady who adopts orphans (they portayed her as a selfless person) a house and new appliances and stuff for the kids. Some people are so grateful (I was alittle teary eyed by the end of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to run by the computer lab to print out a paper because my mother hasn't sent me the soft ware for my printer yet. Oh adults, so irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109511695294183594?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109511695294183594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109511695294183594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109511695294183594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109511695294183594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/results.html' title='The Results'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109504892147414831</id><published>2004-09-12T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:25:21.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Is Sick</title><content type='html'>The weekend was great... I got to see my baby! I love him sssoooooo much!!!! We spent the weekend pretty much laying around... I needed that. Saturday we went to eat at this Mexican restaurant called "La Fiesta", they had sucky rice and beans that looked like watery shit. I told Louis I wanted to go eat Mexican food because I was craving guacamole (I crave it once a month... Okay I just wanted it because it taste so freackin awesome). So I got my guacamole and it made it all better. We started watching "The Last Castle" (such a man's movie but good) but I was so tired that I didn't even make it through the first 10 minutes of it. It's okay because we watched the rest of it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I was feeling really crappy. My throat was soar and I had a bad headache and this weekend I gave it to Louis but he got it worse. This always happens, you would think we would have learned by now. Every time I'm sick he gets sick and if he is sick then I get sick. We need to work on not getting each other sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked on my site Saturday night, he did all this stuff to it, doesn't it rock!. That's me at the top, it's from a picture he took of me in my variation(variation: a solo I did at my recital) tutu. It was a spanish style ballet so that's why I'm holding a fan. Louis is good at everything. He worked long and hard on it and I give credit were credit is due. AWESOME JOB BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have class tomorrow at the crack of dawn, so I must be off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109504892147414831?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109504892147414831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109504892147414831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109504892147414831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109504892147414831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-baby-is-sick.html' title='My Baby Is Sick'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109484701717753888</id><published>2004-09-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:18:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AUDITIONS</title><content type='html'>I had auditions today and it didn't go all how I wanted it to. First we went to the dance retreat, it was cool. They told us yesterday that they were going to be serving us breakfast... yeah, their idea of breakfast is half of a cresant roll, some fruit and juice. I was hungry by the end of the retreat. It was fun though, some lady from the health council place came and talk to us about eating disorders. I think they think that dancer are at more at risk for eating disorders. If we did, it was because they didn't serve us enough food. Anyways after that we circled up in a big circle and had a dance off (we dancers do this a lot). They had the drums out to give us a beat. It was cool, a lot of the black girls were doing the African style dancing. I was just standing in the circle, clapping my hands to the beat... I was so tired because I was up late last night. So one of the girls dragged me into the circle and I just started moving, adapting to the moves an the music. Suddenly, I was the only one in the circle and everyone was cheering me on... Go Jessica, Go Jessica! It was awesome! Then after that we went to the studios to audition. By then I was so hungry and so freaken tired (i woke up this morning with swollen eyes). We learned four combinations, I rocked of course! So that's my day so far. I'm about to get a shower and watch TV until Louis comes to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109484701717753888?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109484701717753888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109484701717753888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109484701717753888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109484701717753888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/auditions.html' title='AUDITIONS'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109477211511855559</id><published>2004-09-09T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:30:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Pointing My Feet</title><content type='html'>Today I went to English class and realized that I have a paper due on Tuesday. Today would be the only day I would be able to do it becacuse tomorrow is auditions and I'll be with Louis this weekend. So when I got back from English I started to work on it. I finished just in time to remember that I have a 5 page paper due on Monday for my Dance as an Art Form class. It's called "Body Story", yeah weird, huh. You don't want to know what I have to write about and 5 pages of it too. I wrote until I had to go to Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet class was actually fun today. It was like the first day of class were we had to do some "hard" stuff so the teacher could evaluate us. And there is a whole story behind that but Louis will get made at me for talking about it. So the next class on Thursday, we played getting to know you games... I just want to dance! On Tuesday the lady who plays the piano for our class was sick so we just didn't have class... WHAT THE FUCK! Just pop in a CD lady, Jesus! I miss Mr. Adamson. And so today we actually had a dance class where we pointed our feet and moved across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the palites studio because I missed my appointment on Tuesday. We have to go once a week and I didn't want to go on Friday. It was there that I found out that if you don't show up to your appointment you have to do an extra hour that week. Oh well, I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my dorm and finished my paper and had a bowl of Cinnamon Toasted Crunch, yummy! I'm listening to "Flaw" and that guy has an awesome voice, it makes me so horney. Did I just type that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109477211511855559?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109477211511855559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109477211511855559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109477211511855559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109477211511855559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-pointing-my-feet.html' title='Finally Pointing My Feet'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907565.post-109470276088687664</id><published>2004-09-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:31:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sleepy</title><content type='html'>So today was a normal day... I guess, I'm still getting used to college life. I woke up at the ungodly hour of 7:00 am and went to my math class. I feel asleep, I still have it in my mind that I'm in high school and I have to hide that I'm sleeping. My class is really big with about forthy people in it so it was easy to get away with. After Math class or should I say nap time, I went to Dance As An Art Form. We rolled around on the floor, we were one with the floor and all that other cazy stuff they do here. I'm not used to being with a whole bunch of artsey people and it kind of creeps me out some times. On the other hand I fit in pretty well. I'm just not used to being around people who are just like me and yes that means I'm weird too. So After rolling on the floor class, I went to my dorm room and eat a hot pocket before I headed off to my Modern class. I was watching Muary and they had couples on there with a huge age difference. This 42 year old married a 14 year old. She was his mothers best friend and he was her sons best friend. I thought that was sick... I would feel like I was molesting him. I guess some people like that. But what pissed me off the most was that his parents agreed with the marriage, they didn't put up a fight or anything. I wonder if she feels like she has another son to take care of but with benefits. Anyways, after that I ran over to Modern because I was running a little late and I made it there before the teacher got there. That's one thing that I've noticed about college, the teachers are always late, like 10 minutes late but they expect us to be there on time. I just don't get it. So I got there just in time for class. I've never had Modern before so the movement is all very new... it's the complete opposite of Ballet (my strength). I can adapt to dance styles very easy so the sad thing is I'm one of 3 of the best in the class an I've never had Modern. I guess i'm just awesome! After class I came to my dorm and took a shower and IM Louis for awhile. Then I went to this thing call Septemberfest. It was so boring. It consisted of a lot of booths and a mechanical bull. Oh yeah and a inflatable game of Twister. It was so fucking hot too. I decided to grab some food and head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dancer friends invited me to go see a movie at there room around 6:30ish. I'm a freshman and I don't know anyone so being social is a good thing. When I got there, there was a whole bunch of people coming in and out, eating, socializing, and being stupid. Instead of watching the movie we just listen to music and chilled. I go to a women's college so you would think that there are not many guys and if there are, they're gay... not true. Half of my floor and the floor I was on have tons of guys. Their probably all of the guys in the university on those two floors but hey it's not so weird after all. After chillin' I came back and made a few colorful signs for Louis and now I'm about to call him back. He's all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907565-109470276088687664?l=pinksilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/feeds/109470276088687664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907565&amp;postID=109470276088687664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109470276088687664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907565/posts/default/109470276088687664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinksilk.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m Sleepy'/><author><name>Jessica Olivares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07936784666796438915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
