<?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-5521431199875471895</id><updated>2012-01-20T07:13:27.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie_Monster.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7107313523397944101</id><published>2008-03-19T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:29:41.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Well I've been pretty miserable lately, atleast I've been feeling sorry for myself.  But my mom told me some stuff today to put things in perspective.  A family friend just contracted Multiple Sclerocis.  Its a disease that will put her in a wheel chair within ten years.  She is thirty and has two kids.  There is no cure.  Then the husband of my mom's co-worker blew his head of last night.  She has four kids.  The youngest is two.  It just reminds me, things can always get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7107313523397944101?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7107313523397944101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7107313523397944101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7107313523397944101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7107313523397944101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1701226371372967830</id><published>2007-09-30T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:49:01.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less conversation</title><content type='html'>A little less conversation, a little more action please&lt;br /&gt;All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me&lt;br /&gt;A little more bite and a little less bark&lt;br /&gt;A little less fight and a little more spark&lt;br /&gt;Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to a special friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1701226371372967830?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1701226371372967830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1701226371372967830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1701226371372967830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1701226371372967830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-less-conversation.html' title='A little less conversation'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1167710109618311402</id><published>2007-09-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:59:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't that a Bitch?</title><content type='html'>Freak out! I'm alone now&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like I'm losin´ my mind&lt;br /&gt;In a daze&lt;br /&gt;In the throes of emotion&lt;br /&gt;You see God in the Devil´s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then you fall so far from grace&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn´t know a kiss&lt;br /&gt;If it was on your face&lt;br /&gt;You can tell it to the jury&lt;br /&gt;But you ain´t got no case&lt;br /&gt;Then you feel so out of place&lt;br /&gt;Lickin´ up the arsenic&lt;br /&gt;From the same old lace&lt;br /&gt;You know the stuff is poison&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta have a taste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1167710109618311402?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1167710109618311402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1167710109618311402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1167710109618311402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1167710109618311402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/09/aint-that-bitch.html' title='Ain&apos;t that a Bitch?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-8384166673890119865</id><published>2007-08-22T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:55:09.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I havent updated in forever. I know all of you have missed reading my blog. But now i'm back. I have had a great summer and i hope you all have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that I took while I was in so-cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XqMSp1GI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z7BzSbQHR4I/s1600-h/cute+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101759966502048866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XqMSp1GI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z7BzSbQHR4I/s320/cute+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XrcSp1HI/AAAAAAAAACM/HRDnY5rvqlA/s1600-h/lots+fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101759987976885362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XrcSp1HI/AAAAAAAAACM/HRDnY5rvqlA/s320/lots+fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0Xr8Sp1II/AAAAAAAAACU/6HUZ_lx2Ffg/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101759996566819970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0Xr8Sp1II/AAAAAAAAACU/6HUZ_lx2Ffg/s320/flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0Xs8Sp1JI/AAAAAAAAACc/dz7N1VzNkn4/s1600-h/willow+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760013746689170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0Xs8Sp1JI/AAAAAAAAACc/dz7N1VzNkn4/s320/willow+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XtcSp1KI/AAAAAAAAACk/a2n34tcj7DM/s1600-h/reeds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101760022336623778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XtcSp1KI/AAAAAAAAACk/a2n34tcj7DM/s320/reeds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Grandpa is on Youtube!!!! or atleast his music is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2607040445548846049&amp;q=dan+fox+composer&amp;amp;total=10&amp;start=0&amp;amp;num=10&amp;so=0&amp;amp;type=search&amp;plindex=0"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2607040445548846049&amp;amp;q=dan+fox+composer&amp;total=10&amp;amp;start=0&amp;num=10&amp;amp;so=0&amp;type=search&amp;amp;plindex=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8384166673890119865?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8384166673890119865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8384166673890119865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8384166673890119865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8384166673890119865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rs0XqMSp1GI/AAAAAAAAACE/Z7BzSbQHR4I/s72-c/cute+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-925021003094711814</id><published>2007-07-19T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:34:17.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Education</title><content type='html'>Summer is a time for cultural education. Listening to music, reading books and watching movies. I have watched quite a few good movies this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the recomendation list is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shindler's List&lt;br /&gt;Death of a Salesman&lt;br /&gt;Spartacus&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Lenin&lt;br /&gt;The English Patient&lt;br /&gt;American Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are bored, go pick up any one of these movies and I promise you wont be disapointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-925021003094711814?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/925021003094711814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=925021003094711814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/925021003094711814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/925021003094711814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-is-time-for-cultural-education.html' title='Cultural Education'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-3313435062368673255</id><published>2007-07-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:07:34.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did I forget?</title><content type='html'>That I was made to love You&lt;br /&gt;I was made to find You&lt;br /&gt;I was made just for You&lt;br /&gt;Made to adore You&lt;br /&gt;I was made to love and be loved by You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-3313435062368673255?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/3313435062368673255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=3313435062368673255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3313435062368673255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3313435062368673255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-did-i-forget.html' title='When did I forget?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-481499932167615353</id><published>2007-07-07T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:55:10.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes i stole this picture from melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/RpAte__JuCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nwTuBt8fuLk/s1600-h/Chubby+bunny+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084613989896927266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/RpAte__JuCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nwTuBt8fuLk/s400/Chubby+bunny+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how much you can fit in your stomach sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-481499932167615353?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/481499932167615353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=481499932167615353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/481499932167615353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/481499932167615353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-i-stole-this-picture-from-melissa.html' title='Yes i stole this picture from melissa'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/RpAte__JuCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nwTuBt8fuLk/s72-c/Chubby+bunny+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-8041998424504425363</id><published>2007-07-02T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:51:49.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: For female eyes only</title><content type='html'>How many women out there have the problem of uneven breasts?  Well according to an article on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WEBMD&lt;/span&gt; it everyone.  And there isn't anything you can do about it. Except get implants which is kind of gross.  So to all the ladies of the world, YOU ARE NOT ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR as my friend at summer school put it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named them Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; and Ashley.  Because one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leung&lt;/span&gt; conference was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8041998424504425363?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8041998424504425363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8041998424504425363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8041998424504425363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8041998424504425363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-for-female-eyes-only.html' title='WARNING: For female eyes only'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-9192197026008690770</id><published>2007-06-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:20:04.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is coming to an end</title><content type='html'>iluvbeeyootyful (11:09:04 PM): hey&lt;br /&gt;iluvbeeyootyful (11:09:07 PM): guess what&lt;br /&gt;iluvbeeyootyful (11:09:10 PM): i want to have a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:09 PM): help me&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:09 PM): think&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:09 PM): of&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:11 PM): words that end&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:12 PM): with&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:12 PM): com&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:44:13 PM): or net&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:46:31 PM): &lt;a title="mailto:brian@isachickmag.net" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:brian@isachickmag.net" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:brian@isachickmag.net" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:brian@isachickmag.net" unselectable="on"&gt;brian@isachickmag.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:46:34 PM): logan made&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:46:39 PM): &lt;a title="mailto:stuck@inthecabi.net" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:stuck@inthecabi.net" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:stuck@inthecabi.net" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:stuck@inthecabi.net" unselectable="on"&gt;stuck@inthecabi.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (10:50:53 PM): &lt;a title="mailto:brian@isabru.net" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:brian@isabru.net" unselectable="on"&gt;brian@isabru.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:51:10 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (10:51:39 PM): &lt;a title="mailto:logan@wearsabon.net" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:logan@wearsabon.net" unselectable="on"&gt;logan@wearsabon.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:52:15 PM): dang&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:52:17 PM): u r pretty good at this&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (10:53:04 PM): &lt;a title="mailto:Mr.L@is" contenteditable="false" href="mailto:Mr.L@is" unselectable="on"&gt;Mr.L@is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://ahor.net" contenteditable="false" href="http://ahor.net/" unselectable="on"&gt;ahor.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (10:53:44 PM): got enough?&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:53:49 PM): yea&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:53:53 PM): i just stuck with volcom&lt;br /&gt;fartboy64 (10:53:57 PM): brian@rocks &lt;a title="http://vol.com" contenteditable="false" href="http://vol.com/" unselectable="on"&gt;vol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (11:18:02 PM): i need to im the idiot&lt;br /&gt;iluvbeeyootyful (11:18:33 PM): why?&lt;br /&gt;iluvbeeyootyful (11:18:35 PM): dont' do it&lt;br /&gt;iluvbeeyootyful (11:18:36 PM): wait&lt;br /&gt;iluvbeeyootyful (11:18:38 PM): WHICH IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things are just funnier late at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-9192197026008690770?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/9192197026008690770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=9192197026008690770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/9192197026008690770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/9192197026008690770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/06/world-is-coming-to-end.html' title='The world is coming to an end'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7616097958711999040</id><published>2007-06-20T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:21:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot greeting to all</title><content type='html'>laffinglocanina (11:04:41 PM): hello beautiful&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:04:47 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:04:50 PM): hello gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:04:55 PM): my compliment was better&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:04:58 PM): =]&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (11:05:22 PM): hello sexy babe&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (11:05:25 PM): top that&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:06:31 PM): hello my red hot firecrackaa&lt;br /&gt;laffinglocanina (11:07:08 PM): hello my flaming firery rattle snake&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:07:51 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;TripleMnMs (11:07:56 PM): omg that was too good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7616097958711999040?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7616097958711999040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7616097958711999040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7616097958711999040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7616097958711999040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/06/hot-greeting-to-all.html' title='Hot greeting to all'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-6926765933647938545</id><published>2007-06-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:44:19.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace = unfair?</title><content type='html'>While reading Phillip Yancey's &lt;em&gt;What's So Amazing About Grace?&lt;/em&gt; I have learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about grace.  God = Grace.  But what is Grace?  I think the best example is from one parable Jesus told his disciples.  The owner of a wheat field advertised that he needed people to harvest his field.  Some people came at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the day, some people came at lunch time, and some people came an hour before closing.  At the end of the day, instead of paying his workers by the hour, he gave them all $100.  The people who came at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the same pay as those who arrived at the end of the day.  What was Jesus' point with this story?  I think that he wanted to tell people that grace cannot be earned.  Grace is not based on merit.  Grace is a free gift and should be taken as such.  We can look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt; who hung next to Jesus on the cross.  He was a christian for an hour? 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;? Who knows, and yet Jesus said to him "Today you will be with me in Paradise."  Obviously if this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt; can receive God's grace, so can we.  Many Christians spend their lives trying to earn grace because they just can't understand its free.  Its FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Grace is the most incredible gift that you will ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;.  You can't earn it, replace it, or give it back.   I think Christians need to learn to bask in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freeness&lt;/span&gt; of God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christlove&lt;/span&gt; to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-6926765933647938545?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/6926765933647938545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=6926765933647938545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6926765933647938545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6926765933647938545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/06/grace-unfair.html' title='Grace = unfair?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-1395836453073395178</id><published>2007-06-11T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:50:39.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION</title><content type='html'>I should have told you I would be difficult&lt;br /&gt;I should have shown you the scars on my soul&lt;br /&gt;I should have told you I wanted you to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;Without allowing you any of my control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should come with warning labels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1395836453073395178?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1395836453073395178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1395836453073395178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1395836453073395178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1395836453073395178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/06/caution.html' title='CAUTION'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-7908073550970297816</id><published>2007-06-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:58:37.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut your mouth</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its just better to be quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7908073550970297816?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7908073550970297816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7908073550970297816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7908073550970297816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7908073550970297816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/06/shut-your-mouth.html' title='Shut your mouth'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-6510301682245439959</id><published>2007-05-28T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:55:12.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ENCANTA LA PLAYA (I love the beach)</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the beach to "study"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BWUx9cI/AAAAAAAAABk/-BtUNG3XDDs/s1600-h/my+butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845939824489922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BWUx9cI/AAAAAAAAABk/-BtUNG3XDDs/s400/my+butt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BmUx9dI/AAAAAAAAABs/BLQbTaXTf9g/s1600-h/tanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845944119457234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BmUx9dI/AAAAAAAAABs/BLQbTaXTf9g/s400/tanning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BmUx9eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M9062rKcsbg/s1600-h/we+lock+andrew+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845944119457250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BmUx9eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M9062rKcsbg/s400/we+lock+andrew+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lGUx9WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Un1Oj0n7M8/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845454493185378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lGUx9WI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Un1Oj0n7M8/s400/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lWUx9XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/89ZxoXU_FwY/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845458788152690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lWUx9XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/89ZxoXU_FwY/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lWUx9YI/AAAAAAAAABE/5vC07eIWkqI/s1600-h/despair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845458788152706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lWUx9YI/AAAAAAAAABE/5vC07eIWkqI/s400/despair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lmUx9ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/qeAvASmoEDQ/s1600-h/more+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845463083120018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lmUx9ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/qeAvASmoEDQ/s400/more+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lmUx9aI/AAAAAAAAABU/2YfDUw-Ro9E/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845463083120034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu1lmUx9aI/AAAAAAAAABU/2YfDUw-Ro9E/s400/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu02mUx9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNuRcTj6bXM/s1600-h/andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069844655629268242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu02mUx9RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNuRcTj6bXM/s400/andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu022Ux9SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9oFiTpsh5uM/s1600-h/Annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069844659924235554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu022Ux9SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9oFiTpsh5uM/s400/Annie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu022Ux9TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I-TohdNMFB0/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069844659924235570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu022Ux9TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I-TohdNMFB0/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu022Ux9UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j0hmrbdpv10/s1600-h/bury+annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069844659924235586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu022Ux9UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j0hmrbdpv10/s400/bury+annie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu03GUx9VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zdur6Vks2qs/s1600-h/bury+mimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069844664219202898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu03GUx9VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zdur6Vks2qs/s400/bury+mimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BWUx9bI/AAAAAAAAABc/aZutfLts91I/s1600-h/me+and+mimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BWUx9bI/AAAAAAAAABc/aZutfLts91I/s1600-h/me+and+mimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069845939824489906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BWUx9bI/AAAAAAAAABc/aZutfLts91I/s400/me+and+mimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-6510301682245439959?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/6510301682245439959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=6510301682245439959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6510301682245439959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6510301682245439959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-encanta-la-playa-i-love-beach.html' title='ME ENCANTA LA PLAYA (I love the beach)'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-lR3DOyBGU/Rlu2BWUx9cI/AAAAAAAAABk/-BtUNG3XDDs/s72-c/my+butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-5686855094927072755</id><published>2007-05-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:32:47.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the gym.  It was so great.  I think I'm in love.  Seriously, who needs a boy friend when you have a treadmill?  Actually I didn't use the treadnill cause there was a line.  But I did do lots of cardio, swimming, and even weight lifting.  And now I'm sore.  It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no fear of drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the breathing that's taking all this work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-5686855094927072755?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/5686855094927072755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=5686855094927072755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5686855094927072755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5686855094927072755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7452568940585204353</id><published>2007-05-13T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:55:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all my friends for loving me! I love you all too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7452568940585204353?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7452568940585204353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7452568940585204353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7452568940585204353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7452568940585204353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7757936806243752899</id><published>2007-05-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:17:35.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not emo</title><content type='html'>I just lost my phone.  If you are one of the 9 people who have called me in the last two days, I'm very sorry.  I lost my phone on thursday night.  My mom found it in her bible study bag.  How it got there, I don't know.  Thanks to all the friends who have been putting up with me lately.  I know I'm wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christlove to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7757936806243752899?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7757936806243752899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7757936806243752899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7757936806243752899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7757936806243752899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-emo.html' title='I&apos;m not emo'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-2107528318731721958</id><published>2007-05-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:25:12.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't posted in a long time</title><content type='html'>I have been being a hermit lately.  Sometimes I just prefer my own company to anyone else's (with a few exceptions).  Its been fun with just me, myself and I.  Honestly I find myself so funny.  Its great.  And no one but me gets the underlying sarcasm in alot of the stuff I say.  O well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes from Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who cheats is like someone who eats a delicous&lt;/em&gt; turkey dinner and then goes to McDonalds...cause he is still hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You must play to must play to win but you also must win to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is anybody getting this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a Mcmuffin for just 99 cents today.  Must have been a special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Who scored my speedo? Maybe grandma did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (yes I know&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you hear me? Anybody? Anybody?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-2107528318731721958?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/2107528318731721958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=2107528318731721958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2107528318731721958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2107528318731721958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-havent-posted-in-long-time.html' title='I haven&apos;t posted in a long time'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-5186666391613608671</id><published>2007-05-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:00:25.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meld</title><content type='html'>Jesi+melissa=jelissa.....or messie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;em&gt;If i was milk i would be 2% because whole milk is too white and non fat tastes bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of milk would YOU be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star testing is driving me crazy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-5186666391613608671?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/5186666391613608671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=5186666391613608671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5186666391613608671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5186666391613608671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/meld.html' title='Meld'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1728771358562413981</id><published>2007-05-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:15:35.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emasculating</title><content type='html'>I think there are too many posts dedicated to Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Liao&lt;/span&gt; today.  I also think that he has been completely emasculated by the picture on mesa's blog.  Not to mention that guy who wanted his number.  What was that about???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring and I have nothing interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; on his Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1728771358562413981?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1728771358562413981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1728771358562413981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1728771358562413981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1728771358562413981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/05/emasculating.html' title='Emasculating'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-5315594954734516890</id><published>2007-04-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:18:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Curlers, and dudes</title><content type='html'>My family is crazy, completely crazy.  Tonight, as on all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mondays&lt;/span&gt; I forced my family to pray together.  However, all did not go as planned.   My dad had on some kind of teeth straightening, mouth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gard&lt;/span&gt; thing and when he spoke the word boot sounded like boob.  As he prayed a pious prayer, my mother and I got a fit of the giggles.  My dad just sounded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; funny!!  In the middle of his prayer, while he was asking God to bless my mom's family, we burst out laughing hysterically.  My little sister then started to cry and screamed "What about how I feel?''  This is my family.  You can love them, hate them, or just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying curlers for the first time.  This is all YOUR fault.  You know who YOU are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes are so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Lord with all your heart, all your mind, and all your soul, then you can't go wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-5315594954734516890?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/5315594954734516890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=5315594954734516890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5315594954734516890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5315594954734516890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-curlers-and-dudes.html' title='Family, Curlers, and dudes'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-1545430357805618522</id><published>2007-04-28T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:55:13.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The disease is growing, it's epidemic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared that there ain't a cure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world believes it, and I'm going crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot take any more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so glad that I'll never fit in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That will never be me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outcasts and girls with ambition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I wanna see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like a good shop to cheer a girl up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1545430357805618522?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1545430357805618522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1545430357805618522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ask advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray some more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition present your requests to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8609731700027672727?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8609731700027672727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8609731700027672727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support and amor amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll call you tomorrow....If I haven't already talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo confused!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus where are you!?!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1474356586614704018?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1474356586614704018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1474356586614704018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1474356586614704018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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You are blessed. You are blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1599149374068204717?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1599149374068204717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1599149374068204717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1599149374068204717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1599149374068204717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-life-gets-too-hard-to-stand.html' title='When life gets too hard to stand'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-5094494463126706484</id><published>2007-04-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:27:00.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk about love love love love love</title><content type='html'>Love, real, true love is impossible.  We as flawed human beings are simply not capable of real love.  In 1 Corinthians 13:8 the bible says, "Love never fails," and we all fail every single day.  But, we can strive for that true and perfect love of christ.  What is true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at work I tried to really love people.  I tried to be patient and kind.  I tried not to be rude or self-seeking or easily angered.   Though I wasn't perfect, I did make $106 in tips.  I think that people just need a little love and it is the duty of every christian to try to love others.  But first, you must learn to love God.  And then, you must learn to love yourself, because how can you love your neighbor as yourself, if you really don't love yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love god.love self.love others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-5094494463126706484?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/5094494463126706484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=5094494463126706484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5094494463126706484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5094494463126706484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-talk-about-love-love-love-love.html' title='Lets talk about love love love love love'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-5332751266277771555</id><published>2007-04-22T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:34:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not a great day</title><content type='html'>When you spend prom night studying for AP tests, you can know that you have reached some kind of Ultimate Loser Nerd point.  It is extremely depressing.  And then the yankees lose.  And your mom won't let you sleep on a saturday.  Just not a great day.  But I have to remeber I have wonderful friends, a great church, and a loving God.  I don't really need much else.  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-5332751266277771555?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/5332751266277771555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=5332751266277771555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5332751266277771555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5332751266277771555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-not-great-day.html' title='Just not a great day'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-8492621575965173392</id><published>2007-04-20T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:53:25.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariano Mariano porque?</title><content type='html'>What sets Christians apart from other people?  We don't get any special privileges.  We get hurt, sick, murdered, raped, bombed. We still sin, make mistakes, hurt others. So what really set us apart?  I think it is the love and forgiveness and eternal hope found in Jesus.  We can live for a love that goes beyond this life.  We have worth besides our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; and grades and AP tests and college.  We can have hope that this life is not all.  There is more, so much more.  And so we ask ourselves, are we living in terms of this temporary world or are we living in terms of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PHHS&lt;/span&gt; christian club:  You all are such an encouragement to me.  It is so wonderful to meet with other brothers and sisters so we can just talk and pray and encourage each other.  Love in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8492621575965173392?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8492621575965173392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8492621575965173392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8492621575965173392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8492621575965173392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/mariano-mariano-porque.html' title='Mariano Mariano porque?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-4476608119397801356</id><published>2007-04-19T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:25:16.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can YOU be hotter than Alex Rodriguez?</title><content type='html'>I need a God hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4476608119397801356?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4476608119397801356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4476608119397801356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4476608119397801356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4476608119397801356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-be-hotter-than-alex-rodriguez.html' title='Can YOU be hotter than Alex Rodriguez?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-4803291685805352986</id><published>2007-04-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:03:14.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think twice thats my only advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation;&lt;strong&gt;he is my fortress, I will never be shaken&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm so tired of people who hurt others without even thinking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4803291685805352986?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4803291685805352986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4803291685805352986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4803291685805352986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4803291685805352986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/think-twice-thats-my-only-advice.html' title='Think twice thats my only advice'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-6863115210428404904</id><published>2007-04-16T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:23:06.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspite of it all</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU JESUS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I'm a fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a flood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a revolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already won&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a revolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world is at war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the grace is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the hungry lay dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the rich live on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will rise above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will live for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will answer to the call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the bond between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a depth unseen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my God forsake it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so so good to be wrapped in God's free grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I missed church this week.  I love all of you soooo much and I will call you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-6863115210428404904?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/6863115210428404904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=6863115210428404904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6863115210428404904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6863115210428404904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspite-of-it-all.html' title='Inspite of it all'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-8556005058577504262</id><published>2007-04-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:12:33.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thought that everything was perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't that how it's supposed to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought you thought that I was worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I think a little differently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted was your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love love love love love love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8556005058577504262?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8556005058577504262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8556005058577504262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8556005058577504262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8556005058577504262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/was-i-wrong.html' title='Was I wrong?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-3283839029716061754</id><published>2007-04-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:10:20.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word NO</title><content type='html'>There are to types of people who have a problem with the word no.  First there is group A, the girls that can't say it.  Girls out there, you know who you are.  Your no some how gets tranlated into, "I don't know", "I'm not sure", or the classic "maybe".  None of these words mean no.  Many guys take your "maybe" as "yes, but I want you to try a little harder" or "I like you but I'm shy".  If you say maybe when you mean no, its unfair to you and the guy.    Lets all practice together now, no nooooo NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the other group, the guys who don't know how to hear no.  Girls may say it a hundred times in both subtle and obvious ways, but the guy still doesn't get it.  First I started with "Sorry but I'm busy".  Then I tried "No I can't go" without any excuse.  Then I tried "I have a boyfriend", and when that didn't work I tried "I don't want to be in a relationship".  Finally, I had to resort to "I'm a lesbian" but it didn't work either.  I'm currently at a loss.  When does no mean no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-3283839029716061754?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/3283839029716061754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=3283839029716061754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3283839029716061754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3283839029716061754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/word-no.html' title='The Word NO'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-7686968341325221932</id><published>2007-04-12T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:27:59.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and Sisters</title><content type='html'>Its an incredible feeling when think you are walking along a dark road all alone but then you realize you have brothers and sisters all around just waiting to help you up when you fall down.  I realize that I can't keep all my troubles to myself, I need friends to correct me or encourage me and help me to stay inside of God's will.  I need all my christian buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the eye cannot say to the hand, "I have no need of you." 1 Corinthians 12:21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith is not easily maintained in personal isolation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-John Piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7686968341325221932?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7686968341325221932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7686968341325221932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7686968341325221932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7686968341325221932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/brothers-and-sisters.html' title='Brothers and Sisters'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-4347458444747649426</id><published>2007-04-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:18:02.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extravaganza of the senses</title><content type='html'>It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; cool to see a nice person that you never thought you were going to see again. If that makes any sense. Yesterday, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; at Johnny Rockets. Very cool. Then I gave her free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; and a chocolate, peanut butter, banana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;, vanilla, cherry, sundae. She asked for something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt;. I think it is the first time Johnny Rockets food has ever been called "An extravaganza of the senses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You cannot ever value your heart highly enough. Jesus died for it; don’t jack it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jon Yip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drop your silver in my tambourine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help a poor man fill a pretty dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me pennies, I'll take anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now listen while I play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My green tambourine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the jingle jangle start to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reflections of the music that is mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you toss a coin you'll hear it sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now listen while I play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My green tambourine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drop a dime before I walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any song you want I'll gladly play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Money feeds my music machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now listen while I play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My green tambourine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song is my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4347458444747649426?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4347458444747649426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4347458444747649426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4347458444747649426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4347458444747649426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/extravaganza-of-senses.html' title='extravaganza of the senses'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-3922764523182747874</id><published>2007-04-10T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:20:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm.... a very personal reflection</title><content type='html'>How important are feelings?  Really?  Are they so important that we should base our attitudes, actions, and lives on feelings?  I think not.  However, sometimes I just can't help my feelings.  Sometimes I just feel sad, or angry or depressed and I can't help it.  Is it wrong to feel some things?  According to John Piper the answer is yes.  To feel anger at God is morally wrong.  This really suprised me but then I read this passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never right to be angry with God.  He is always and only good, no matter how strange and painful his ways with us.  Anger toward God signifies that he is bad or weak or cruel or foolish.  No of those is true and all of them dishonor Him.  Therefore it is never right to be angry with God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this passage was very revealing, it also disturbed me.  I have been angry at God many times.  I have blamed him for the things that went wrong in my life.  This was because of a lack of trust.  I did not trust that God had a plan to prosper me and not to harm me, a plan to give me a hope and a future.  In the past year,  my life has fallen apart.  All the things that I thought I knew turned out to be lies.  As I near my 17th birthday, I wonder if this year will be any better.  How could it possibly get any worse?  Yet, as my circumstances become increasingly frightening, my inner joy grows.  I know this joy is not coming from me and therefore I have hope.  I think I can do it.  With God at my side I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give all the love you have and you will find you have more love than ever before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-3922764523182747874?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/3922764523182747874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=3922764523182747874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3922764523182747874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3922764523182747874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmmm-very-personal-reflection.html' title='hmmmm.... a very personal reflection'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-244756198488924131</id><published>2007-04-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:51:46.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>Today being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;, i spent sometime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reflecting&lt;/span&gt; and philosophising about life.  This is what I came up with.  I think God wants us to live joy filled lives.  Jesus came and died, gave up his life so that we could be free.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jesus's&lt;/span&gt; death gives our lives value and worth.  Therefore, I think since Jesus gave his life for ours, we are obligated to live a life of joy for the glory of God.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; Jesus died for us, we have no right to waste our lives by being unhappy, discontented, or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;".  Our lives are no longer our own..    Therefore, go out and live with joy. Every bite of chocolate, every laugh with a friend, every ray of sun shine on your face, should be enjoyed to the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-244756198488924131?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/244756198488924131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=244756198488924131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/244756198488924131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/244756198488924131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-8943159579358490977</id><published>2007-04-07T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:55:04.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna lock my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna lock my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throw away the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wise to all those tricks you played on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna turn my back on love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna snob the moon above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seal all my windows up with tin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the love bug can't get in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Park my romance right alone the curb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang a sign upon my heart"Please don't disturb"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I never fall in love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's soon enough for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna lock my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And throw the key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could really lock our hearts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From now on I have only one true love.  I'm beginning my affair with my Savior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8943159579358490977?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8943159579358490977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8943159579358490977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8943159579358490977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8943159579358490977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-gonna-lock-my-heart.html' title='I&apos;m gonna lock my heart'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-415338344925728910</id><published>2007-04-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:08:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I play my green tambourine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oda a La Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tristeza, escarabajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;de siete patas rotas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;huevo de telarana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rata descalabrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esqueleto de perra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aqui no entras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No pasas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Andante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vuelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;al sur con tu paraguas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vuelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;al norte con tus dientes de cuulebera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;La triteza no puede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entrar por estas puertas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popr las venmtanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entra el aire del mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;las rojas nuevas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cortare tu mortaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yuenterrare, tristeza, tus huesos roedores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bajo la primavera de un manzano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No puedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aqui no entras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ode to Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sadness, scarab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with seven crippled feet, spider web egg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scramble brian rat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bitches skeleton;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't come in. Go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;south with you umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;north with your serpents teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No sadness may cross this thresholod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Through these windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comes the breath of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fresh red roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I will sew your shroud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sadness and bury your riodent bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beaneath the spring time of an apple tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-415338344925728910?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/415338344925728910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=415338344925728910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/415338344925728910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/415338344925728910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-i-play-my-green-tambourine.html' title='As I play my green tambourine'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-3804506164478436975</id><published>2007-04-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:05:01.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad hair</title><content type='html'>My bad hair day has turned into a bad hair week, which turned into a bad hair month, which now seems like a bad hair life.  I hate my hair.  When it is curly I look like a crazy hippee from the 70's and when it is straight I look like a cross dressing skater boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to any guy who had to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a cashier in savemart to told me: &lt;strong&gt;Modest is hottest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there actually guys out there who think that?  I was so suprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-3804506164478436975?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/3804506164478436975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=3804506164478436975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3804506164478436975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3804506164478436975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-bad-hair.html' title='My bad hair'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7581049268529729216</id><published>2007-04-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:50:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay Ay Ay</title><content type='html'>How guys are so stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are generally evil and mean. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They think they like based on the way she wears her hair one day of the week (from melissa).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They cry when you are only trying to get them to do their hw (also from melissa).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life lesson #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you let one guy whack your butt they are all just gonna line up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy why did you have to break my heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7581049268529729216?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7581049268529729216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7581049268529729216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7581049268529729216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7581049268529729216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/ay-ay-ay.html' title='Ay Ay Ay'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-2866650628801728382</id><published>2007-04-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:15:52.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dorkiness</title><content type='html'>I think I am the biggest, most dorky, Mcdork, dorker, dork in the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why i am a dork:&lt;br /&gt;I trip&lt;br /&gt;I drop things&lt;br /&gt;I stutter&lt;br /&gt;I wear dorky clothes&lt;br /&gt;I say dorky things&lt;br /&gt;I post stupid blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. L:  What is your source of money Jesi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: My sugar daddy Mr. L, my sugar daddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-2866650628801728382?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/2866650628801728382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=2866650628801728382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2866650628801728382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2866650628801728382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dorkiness.html' title='My Dorkiness'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-4559493986640779899</id><published>2007-04-03T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:32:17.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocaine Blues</title><content type='html'>Drugs are not the answer.  This song is an example of why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds&lt;br /&gt;I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down&lt;br /&gt;I went right home and I went to bed&lt;br /&gt;I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun&lt;br /&gt;Took a shot of cocaine and away I run&lt;br /&gt;Made a good run but I ran too slow&lt;br /&gt;They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the hot joints takin' the pills&lt;br /&gt;In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill&lt;br /&gt;He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown&lt;br /&gt;You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee&lt;br /&gt;If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me&lt;br /&gt;Shot her down because she made me sore&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was her daddy but she had five more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was arrested I was dressed in black&lt;br /&gt;They put me on a train and they took me back&lt;br /&gt;Had no friend for to go my bail&lt;br /&gt;They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat&lt;br /&gt;He said come on you dirty heck into that district court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the courtroom my trial began&lt;br /&gt;Where I was handled by twelve honest men&lt;br /&gt;Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about five minutes in walked the man&lt;br /&gt;Holding the verdict in his right hand&lt;br /&gt;The verdict read murder in the first degree I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom pen&lt;br /&gt;99 years underneath that ground&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on you've gotta listen unto me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christlove to all &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4559493986640779899?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4559493986640779899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4559493986640779899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4559493986640779899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4559493986640779899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/cocaine-blues.html' title='Cocaine Blues'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7761411671155418799</id><published>2007-04-02T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:08:25.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Love</title><content type='html'>Self-love comes from a deep trust in God.  Self-love does not come from the love of others but rather, it comes from the belief that the King of the Universe as looked upon you and called you beloved.  The king has called you his child.  You are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Priestess&lt;/span&gt; of the most high temple of God.  Believe and learn to love yourself.  Believe me I know what its like to hate yourself.  But I'm trying to love myself so I can love God and love others.  I try to get up each morning and deny my flesh by nailing it to the cross.  And every day I fail.  Every single day I find a way to submit to sin.  In spite of this I battle on towards becoming more like Jesus Christ because this is what he asks.  It's hard to accept but Jesus died for your sins.  They no longer belong to you.  He has taken them away.  He loves you.  Jesus loves you.  Jesus loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much I can't stand to see you hate yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry if this preachy sermon annoyed you.  Its just cause I care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7761411671155418799?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7761411671155418799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7761411671155418799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7761411671155418799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7761411671155418799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/self-love.html' title='Self-Love'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-227144279981841929</id><published>2007-04-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:23:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for friends</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all the friends who have been there for me. Through all my emoness and annoyingness and stupidness and jealousness and selfishness and pmsingness and pain. I thank God for all of you each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you don't care don't feel obligated to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-227144279981841929?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/227144279981841929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=227144279981841929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/227144279981841929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/227144279981841929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-god-for-friends.html' title='Thank God for friends'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-4417732088300303304</id><published>2007-03-31T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:56:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise You in this Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was sure by now, that You would have reached down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wiped our tears away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stepped in and saved the day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But once again, I say amen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's still raining &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as the thunder rolls I barely hear&lt;br /&gt;You whisper through the rain, "I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise the&lt;br /&gt;God who gives and takes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;and I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;for You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;and every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and though my heart is torn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br /&gt;and raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my strength is almost gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can I carry on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I can't find You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I raise my hands and praise the God &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who gives and takes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;the maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;the maker of heaven and earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4417732088300303304?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4417732088300303304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4417732088300303304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4417732088300303304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4417732088300303304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/praise-you-in-this-storm.html' title='Praise You in this Storm'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-3586267446556810030</id><published>2007-03-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:23:23.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Why is it, that every time I finally get good with God, I mess up again.  Sometimes I even repeat the same mistakes.  Why can't I learn?  Because of my stubborness, pride, and simple stupidity.  Actually I think calling myself stupid is a little bit of a cop-out.  It isn't that I'm too stupid to hear the voice of God, I'm just to prideful to follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-3586267446556810030?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/3586267446556810030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=3586267446556810030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3586267446556810030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/3586267446556810030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-1914577710031195052</id><published>2007-03-26T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:05:22.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fear of commitment</title><content type='html'>I want to be completely commited to God. And yet, I am still afraid. I still doubt and worry. I know that God has the best possible plan for me but I am still tempted. I want to go my own way and do what I think is best even though I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; God's way is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;physical&lt;/strong&gt; world creates a &lt;strong&gt;spirtual&lt;/strong&gt; haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak Mark 14:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Father, help us to be childlike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help us not to resent our need for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help us to trust that Your mighty powef for us is in Jesus Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So make us lionhearted in the cause of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Christ's name we pray Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John Piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess we just gotta take it day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1914577710031195052?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1914577710031195052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1914577710031195052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1914577710031195052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1914577710031195052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-fear-of-commitment.html' title='My fear of commitment'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-4025115649201521432</id><published>2007-03-25T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:24:03.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pointless and possibly disturbing discussion</title><content type='html'>A few days ago friend of mine told me that God hated sex.  I disagreed with her but I started to wonder, what does God think about sex?  I looked up some scriptures but all I found was a long list of people (and animals) not to have sex with. I'm feeling a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have sex with:&lt;br /&gt;any close relative&lt;br /&gt;your mother&lt;br /&gt;your father's wife&lt;br /&gt;your sister, either your father's daughter or your mother's daughter&lt;br /&gt;your son's daughter or your daughter's daughter&lt;br /&gt;your father's sister&lt;br /&gt;your mother's sister&lt;br /&gt;your father's brother's wife&lt;br /&gt;your daughter-in-law&lt;br /&gt;your brother's wife&lt;br /&gt; both a woman and her daughter&lt;br /&gt;your wife's sister&lt;br /&gt;your neighbor's wife&lt;br /&gt;an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one long list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused, what does God think about sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on to more normal subjects.  Ummm....  College people are back at church so thats cool.  Queena and Christina we got to hang out.  You too Yi-cha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christlove to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4025115649201521432?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4025115649201521432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4025115649201521432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4025115649201521432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4025115649201521432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/pointless-and-possibly-disturbing.html' title='A pointless and possibly disturbing discussion'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-2376425051568074522</id><published>2007-03-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:10:34.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>Give me peace in the midst of this storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-2376425051568074522?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/2376425051568074522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=2376425051568074522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2376425051568074522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2376425051568074522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1612539425882291973</id><published>2007-03-22T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:11:45.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Pain is God's hammer.  He use it to pound us and mold us and shape us into who he wants us to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1612539425882291973?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1612539425882291973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1612539425882291973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1612539425882291973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1612539425882291973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1106920117822798419</id><published>2007-03-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:43:38.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm as blue as any one can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a weepin' willow tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in a cryin' mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you say you're lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cry the long night through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, you can cry me a river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry me a river I cried a river over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you say you're sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For being so untrue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, you can cry me a river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry me a river I cried a river over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm crying my heart out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing myself over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm crying my heart out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing myself over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over and over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying my heart out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You saw me crying in the chapel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tears I shed were tears of joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy with the Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I searched and I searched but I couldn't find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way on earth to find peace of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm happy just to sing and praise the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll search and you'll search but you'll never find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way on earth to find peace of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your troubles to the chapel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get down on your knees and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then your burdens will be lighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll surely find a way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying in the Chapel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of getting hurt by the people I love the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today In spanish (other names may be used in order to protect the identity of certain persons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: That girl is really pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;Me: who?&lt;br /&gt;C: Katie, she's so ugly and annoying&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well no one could possibly be as ugly as you&lt;br /&gt;C: What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You heard me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;strong&gt;mess&lt;/strong&gt; with my friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1106920117822798419?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1106920117822798419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1106920117822798419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1106920117822798419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1106920117822798419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-4733528840205916602</id><published>2007-03-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:10:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not there</title><content type='html'>Well no one told me about her, what could I do&lt;br /&gt;Well no one told me about her, though they all knew&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;How would I know, why should I care&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to find her&lt;br /&gt;She's not there&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked&lt;br /&gt;The way she'd act and the colour of her hair&lt;br /&gt;Her voice was soft and cool&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were clear and bright&lt;br /&gt;But she's not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty does not come from outward appearances or even inner qualities, but rather the beauty of Christ within you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4733528840205916602?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4733528840205916602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4733528840205916602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4733528840205916602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4733528840205916602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/shes-not-there.html' title='She&apos;s not there'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1058782310171165720</id><published>2007-03-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:37:10.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEver (you just have to love the french) oui oui</title><content type='html'>The war of of the tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: Who is darker?&lt;br /&gt;J: Me&lt;br /&gt;MK: You are just hairier&lt;br /&gt;J: Ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you don't know what the tan war is just ask me or melissa for an explanation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various other conversations I had today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in tutoring after melissa kept eating food off the floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U chen: I know how to make melissa eat a chip. Just throw it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;MK: I'm not a dog&lt;br /&gt;J: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U chen: Who is that Lakisha person that comments on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;J: Just a friend of mine. He has identity issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;jonnybrowneyes (10:30:21 PM): mine has the elegance of a tan k&lt;br /&gt;jonnybrowneyes (10:30:41 PM): but it's like green tea&lt;br /&gt;jonnybrowneyes (10:30:44 PM): it's always perky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today this guy in tutoring ate off the floor just cause I asked him too. The crazy things that boys will do for you. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew 11:29- 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right now my life is so full of problems, I should be crushed under the wieght. Yet I feel more free than I have felt in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1058782310171165720?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1058782310171165720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1058782310171165720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1058782310171165720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1058782310171165720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/quever-you-just-have-to-love-french-oui.html' title='QUEver (you just have to love the french) oui oui'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-2496814747143092927</id><published>2007-03-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:39:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 music!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If music be the food of love, play on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twelth Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I be with out my music?  Misty Edwards, Merchant Band, Casting Crowns, Toby Mac, Dc Talk, John Mayer, Robin Thicke, Ella Fitzgerald, and NOW Latino.  This is what I've been listening to lately.  Suggestions for other good music would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But godliness with contentment is great gain.&lt;br /&gt;1 Tim 6:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set me free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift your hands, I hold the key.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-2496814747143092927?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/2496814747143092927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=2496814747143092927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2496814747143092927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2496814747143092927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-3-music.html' title='I &lt;3 music!!!'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-2173843896299737579</id><published>2007-03-17T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:26:05.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Road (yummy!)</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw Becca Chang in her play at Kings. It was masterful theatric work and an absolute pleasure to watch. It was also very fun to see Becca in a pink dress and curls. I hope you liked the flowers. I can understand if you didn't really care for the cake or out of date St. Patrick's Day balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone actually wear green today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did God ever say a Chriatian life was easy? He said that we would have to crucify our flesh in order to follow him. &lt;em&gt;If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. Luke 9:23.&lt;/em&gt; Yet the bible also says, &lt;em&gt;you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light Mathew 11:29-30. &lt;/em&gt;I think the trick is, we do not bear our own burdens. Christ carries them for us. &lt;em&gt;Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens. Psalm 68:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did listen to you 3 this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-2173843896299737579?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/2173843896299737579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=2173843896299737579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2173843896299737579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2173843896299737579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/rocky-road-yummy.html' title='Rocky Road (yummy!)'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-7199487037424809111</id><published>2007-03-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:57:31.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty?</title><content type='html'>Today I told a good friend of mine that I found her father to be a good looking man. It did not go over very well. Maybe I should think before I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is immodest? When is a shirt too low? A skirt too short? Pants too tight? Can someone please explain this to me. Why didn't God leave a dress code?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-7199487037424809111?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/7199487037424809111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=7199487037424809111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7199487037424809111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/7199487037424809111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/modesty.html' title='Modesty?'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-6596621204546191274</id><published>2007-03-14T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:43:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop. Whats that? Everybody!</title><content type='html'>Many storms are on the way&lt;br /&gt;Better sharpen your faith&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is she who seeks my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where your going to?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. &lt;em&gt;I know what I'm doing.&lt;/em&gt; I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.   Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;em&gt;The Message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 3 people who I actually respect their advice:&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I listen to you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like like like..... valley girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; coconut or cinnamon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-6596621204546191274?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/6596621204546191274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=6596621204546191274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6596621204546191274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6596621204546191274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/stop-whats-that-everybody.html' title='Stop. Whats that? Everybody!'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-8736837096836647815</id><published>2007-03-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:40:49.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think life can't get any worse..... it does</title><content type='html'>Lord be with me through my valley of the shadow of death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-8736837096836647815?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/8736837096836647815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=8736837096836647815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8736837096836647815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/8736837096836647815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-when-you-think-life-cant-get-any.html' title='Just when you think life can&apos;t get any worse..... it does'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-1698910502918202063</id><published>2007-03-12T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:27:53.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An intelligent discussion on various topics of interest (or not.....)</title><content type='html'>My face:&lt;br /&gt;It is as red as a boiled lobster. or maybe a crab..... which ever one is redder. Why didn't I listen to my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaving:&lt;br /&gt;How come s have to shave their legs and guys do not? Hair on guys legs is just as yuck. I think guys should shave their legs too. and their armpits....yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bread movement:&lt;br /&gt;It sounds really like a really good idea. Vicky I hope you don't disqualify me because of you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am such an idiot:&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. actually...never mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of my life must be to glorify God. nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your steadfast love is better than life, I will praise you.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God don't let me make the same mistake again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the stupidest, most random blog ever. Sorry for wasting your time. ha ha ha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-1698910502918202063?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/1698910502918202063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=1698910502918202063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1698910502918202063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/1698910502918202063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/intelligent-discussion-on-various.html' title='An intelligent discussion on various topics of interest (or not.....)'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-5202931796594349159</id><published>2007-03-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:17:22.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a wannabe stalker</title><content type='html'>Yea Battle Cry!!! Actually right now I'm not feeling all that excited.  My feelings are better described as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang i have to pick up the dog poo&lt;br /&gt;Dang I have to finish all that hw&lt;br /&gt;Dang I have to go to school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get some good things out of Battle Cry.  I really liked Ron Luce.  Defintely not the kind of speaker where you think sermon = nap time.  His sermon about being a God stalker really touched me.  I want to know God intmately.  I want to be different.  I want to stand out.  I want "Christ lover" to be written on my forehead.  hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cry to you Lord:&lt;br /&gt;God, you are my God; Earnestly I seek you; I soul thrists for you; My flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.  Psalm 63:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimchee is loved.  Kimchee is beautiful.  Kimchee is found worthy of love in the sight of her father.  Kimchee is a princess, daughter of a king.  Take some of your own advice for you are fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakisha and Clarissa say, "I'm feeling nippy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-5202931796594349159?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/5202931796594349159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=5202931796594349159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5202931796594349159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/5202931796594349159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-wannabe-stalker.html' title='I&apos;m a wannabe stalker'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-2356181712861730470</id><published>2007-03-09T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:42:13.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH THE PANTS (the story of my fight against the evil regime)</title><content type='html'>Pants have taken over the world.  Look around your school, your work place, even your home.  What do you see every where on everyone?  PANTS!!!!  They are taking over our world!  I say we fight against this evil piece of clothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worn pants all week. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(that isn't what it sounds like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Dress&lt;br /&gt;Mon: Capris&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Dress&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage all     s out there to fight!  Wear something besides pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 16&lt;br /&gt;25About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. 26Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everybody's chains came loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we&lt;strong&gt; praise God&lt;/strong&gt; in spite of our stressful, painful and seemingly impossible circumstances, something &lt;strong&gt;miraculous&lt;/strong&gt; might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the emo blog yesterday.  I was just feeling very down and sad and self-hating.  I do wish I could be a better friend to all of you.  Sorry for all the times I've messed up and failed.  Thanks for sticking with me.  And thanks to whoever was praying for me last night.  I felt your prayers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-2356181712861730470?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/2356181712861730470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=2356181712861730470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2356181712861730470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/2356181712861730470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/down-with-pants-story-of-my-fight.html' title='DOWN WITH THE PANTS (the story of my fight against the evil regime)'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-6427765574104800613</id><published>2007-03-08T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:53:21.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could write something encouraging. I wish I could be a better person. I wish I could be an example. I wish I could be a better daughter I wish I could be a better friend. I wish I could be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you and keep you; may the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; may the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. Num 6: 24-26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the blessings you give Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-6427765574104800613?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/6427765574104800613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=6427765574104800613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6427765574104800613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6427765574104800613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-i-could-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-4691585459612661633</id><published>2007-03-07T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:42:15.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A peanut butter cookie day</title><content type='html'>The thing about peanut butter cookies is no one really likes them. Its just peanut butter. But if there is a box of peanut butter cookies sitting around, someone will probably eat them. They aren't good or bad. Peanut butter cookies are just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we learn from our mistakes does it make the mistakes ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4691585459612661633?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4691585459612661633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4691585459612661633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4691585459612661633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4691585459612661633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/peanut-butter-cookie-day.html' title='A peanut butter cookie day'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521431199875471895.post-6977811619722634254</id><published>2007-03-06T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:56:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only eat Indian food made by Indians</title><content type='html'>I just had a delicous dinner of Indian food. However, my stomach doesn't seem to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between me and vicky last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: No one loves me&lt;br /&gt;V: I do&lt;br /&gt;J: I have no friends&lt;br /&gt;V: What about me?&lt;br /&gt;J: I'm so ugly&lt;br /&gt;V: You're gorgeous my dear&lt;br /&gt;J: Life sucks&lt;br /&gt;V: I hope this doesn't sound too mean my dear but I think you need to get over yourself&lt;br /&gt;J: HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true.  Thanks for being there Vic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths, but they do not speak: they have eyes, but they do not see: they have ears but they do not hear, nor is there any breath in their mouths. &lt;strong&gt;Those who make them become like them, so do all who trust in them.&lt;/strong&gt; Pslam 135&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become like the man-made things that you trust: mute, blind, deaf. When humans forsake their maker and love other things more, they become like the things they love-- small, insignificant, weightless, inconsepuential and God diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inspired by John Piper's Pirced by the Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-6977811619722634254?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/6977811619722634254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=6977811619722634254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6977811619722634254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/6977811619722634254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/chocolate-chip-day.html' title='Only eat Indian food made by Indians'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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-5521431199875471895.post-4236327213624771949</id><published>2007-03-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:20:20.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>Cookies are soooo cool.  They can be crunchy or chewy or crumbly or soft or hard.  They can be minty or carmely or nutty or rasiny or friuty or peanut buttery.  But the best cookies are CHOCOLATE!   Chocolate is the best thing ever invented.   God defintely had something to do with the invention of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yankees are 6-0 for their pre-season games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you should read your bible&lt;br /&gt; For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword,          to the division of soul and spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning thoughts and intentions of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Heb 4:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5521431199875471895-4236327213624771949?l=cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/feeds/4236327213624771949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5521431199875471895&amp;postID=4236327213624771949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4236327213624771949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5521431199875471895/posts/default/4236327213624771949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonstercom.blogspot.com/2007/03/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Jesi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290711034555033464</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
