<?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-713498270628862358</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:22:16.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, __________________.</title><subtitle type='html'>HAVE A NICE DAY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-8169940539174967347</id><published>2009-09-14T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:45:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;-----------------------------------------------</title><content type='html'>BTW, that picture is getting pretty old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8169940539174967347?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8169940539174967347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8169940539174967347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8169940539174967347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8169940539174967347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='&lt;-----------------------------------------------'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7455982604153120899</id><published>2009-09-14T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:43:56.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>Ehhhh, I've been seriously been thinking about deleting my &lt;strong&gt;Twitter&lt;/strong&gt;. You probably thought I was gonna say blogspot since I rarely blog on this since I'm "so addicted to tumblr" BUT I actually like being able to rant with just one post on here. But ummm, Twitter was cool during the summer, but now its kinda just like blah. The only thing that gets tweeted is my Tumblr updates. Verdict to be annouced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7455982604153120899?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7455982604153120899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7455982604153120899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7455982604153120899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7455982604153120899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6433150245982729093</id><published>2009-09-07T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:56:44.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh blogger have I forgot you not.</title><content type='html'>Things have been all over the place lately. I won't even begin with the negatives. From school to all the good stuff inbetween it has been very interesting since my last blog I can admit that much. And yes I should probably begin by saying that I use tumblr waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more than blogger. I bet my bloggers starting to feel neglected much. Haha, I will try as hard as possible to keep up with this one, I promise. who even reads this anyways? Any who, tomorrow is the start of the third week of senior year. Joy. WHO'S GOING TO THE BLACKLIGHT DANCE ON FRIDAY? I can't decide if I want to attend. &lt;em&gt;SIGH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6433150245982729093?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6433150245982729093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6433150245982729093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6433150245982729093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6433150245982729093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-blogger-have-i-forgot-you-not.html' title='Oh blogger have I forgot you not.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6993745764996101934</id><published>2009-08-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:14:23.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School so far.</title><content type='html'>Alls wells I guess, its been kinda boring cause teachers have just been doing the into expectation speeches. But its hella gay being short now since theres like 600+ students. MOST OF THEM FRESHMAN, weeeeeeak..but yeah. SENIOR! I'm tryna make the most out of it. I just need to remember to take hellllllla pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping this weekend it should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: http://naenae.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6993745764996101934?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6993745764996101934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6993745764996101934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6993745764996101934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6993745764996101934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-so-far.html' title='School so far.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4243962816254678638</id><published>2009-08-20T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:16:16.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pples are my second favorite fruit, but they have to be fuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;urts beeees w/pomegrante oil is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;armex is the runner up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;-A-Y-Z-S-A, how you spell my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verytime I say something w/an S I get made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;uck this is harder then I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;asp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;eeeey, is often how I say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want a Jetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;unior is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ool-aid is one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;emonade is delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y hair is semilong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever have I ever snuck out of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ooookay, is often what I resort to in a convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;izza is YUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;aker chocolatechip chewy bars are the best snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;aven Symone reminds me of my older sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uuuper short and small, THATS ME(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ime Travlers Wife is hellla sad, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;ranus is huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ery passionate towards tahitian dance and drumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;aterworld is gay after the first hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;avier Lyon reminds me of tweety bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;eahyeahyeah often comes out of my voicebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; is the 4th letter in my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4243962816254678638?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4243962816254678638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4243962816254678638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4243962816254678638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4243962816254678638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/08/abc-facts.html' title='ABC facts'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7739354220756410461</id><published>2009-08-10T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:38:57.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth.</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a very long time I'm at peace with the decisions I've been making. I don't feel unhappy or discontent. And I hasn't crossed my mind or heart that I've made any unfair choices. I can actually feel myself growing up and maturing. It may not appear as I am, but I can feel it. I've learned that making smart decisions doesnt necessarily mean I have to be the brightest crayon in the coloring box. And I've learned that loving yourself before others in a definite must. We all rush into love because its a want and we think that we need it to survive, when really its not a need and we can survive without it. Being able to love with someone is a great thing, but being able to put yourself before them is even more beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7739354220756410461?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7739354220756410461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7739354220756410461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7739354220756410461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7739354220756410461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth.html' title='Truth.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-2356168706611734410</id><published>2009-08-06T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:45:10.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>I might reactivate my facebook, thinkin about it indeed. Should I? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tehehe so true tho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SntcpUzm6xI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ug9pr-7LjNs/s1600-h/UU8sftjMckdn10oi2RVtOrZZo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SntcpUzm6xI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ug9pr-7LjNs/s400/UU8sftjMckdn10oi2RVtOrZZo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366985245971639058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need something inspiring to pass me by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-2356168706611734410?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/2356168706611734410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=2356168706611734410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2356168706611734410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2356168706611734410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SntcpUzm6xI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ug9pr-7LjNs/s72-c/UU8sftjMckdn10oi2RVtOrZZo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-1839958126765561195</id><published>2009-08-05T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:40:54.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So lately,</title><content type='html'>I've been tumblr'ing, I kinda like it more then blogspot, but Ima gonna try my ut most best to keep up with both of them. Deal? Any ways I swear as each day of summer goes on it gets even more boring. Everything left that I have to do is planned on a weekend. Yeah yeah, I probably sound like a broken record, but it's hella true! Speaking of true, it's probably not going on anymore but true was having this hella big sell last weekend. I bought 2 new tops (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me I helllllla need to go back to school shopping. All I really need is the 2 for 55 jeans from pacsun, and a couple tops and I'll be set. Esp since I bought hella shit when I was in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm, yeah. Idk what else I should type up. If your bored you could go read my tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ps, Never Back Down is a good movie....or at least I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-1839958126765561195?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1839958126765561195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1839958126765561195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1839958126765561195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1839958126765561195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-lately.html' title='So lately,'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6990144933440476824</id><published>2009-07-28T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:45:48.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>http://naenae.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6990144933440476824?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6990144933440476824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6990144933440476824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6990144933440476824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6990144933440476824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4641173517674988873</id><published>2009-07-05T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:49:08.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Film Academy.</title><content type='html'>Registration and orientation today. YIKES. I'm oddly nervous. And I STILL don't have my film idea its grrrrreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4641173517674988873?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4641173517674988873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4641173517674988873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4641173517674988873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4641173517674988873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-york-film-academy.html' title='New York Film Academy.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6639791824347312827</id><published>2009-07-05T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:50:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun kissed</title><content type='html'>I laid out w/ my cousin for like 4hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SlD1zBXqDxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yIuVR8wmXD8/s1600-h/Photo+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SlD1zBXqDxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yIuVR8wmXD8/s400/Photo+178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355050213833314066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and we still dont even look &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; dark. Well, at least not on macs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6639791824347312827?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6639791824347312827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6639791824347312827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6639791824347312827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6639791824347312827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-kissed.html' title='Sun kissed'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SlD1zBXqDxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yIuVR8wmXD8/s72-c/Photo+178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-5685582058188817680</id><published>2009-07-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:20:13.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hangover.</title><content type='html'>Good movie. Stupid, but good movie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-5685582058188817680?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/5685582058188817680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=5685582058188817680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5685582058188817680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5685582058188817680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hangover.html' title='The Hangover.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3441195681100011684</id><published>2009-07-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:52:35.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling faint</title><content type='html'>Soooo as soon as my flight arrived, I went to baggage claim like any other normal passenger would. And as a was waiting I started to feel sick. Like throw up type sick- before I know it I stare to feel helllla dizzy. but I kept walking after I got my bag to meet up with my auntie. Then as I'm walking my vision LITERALLLLY got blurry. So I stopped, lean against a barrier and called my auntie and told her that I felt sick and then I blacked out for a good 10secs. When I came out of it I find my found had dropped on the floor and could hear my auntie on the phone calling my name. I still felt out of it so I sat myself on the floor and took a second to breathe, got back up and started towards the exit. I started to to get dizzy again, so once I got to the curb to wait for her, I sat myself down again. When I got into the car my auntie said I look hella pale white. And that's my story. I'm feeling like 10times better now tho but still, scary ass shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, I'm enjoying SoCal so far. Today I went to the beach even though it was like freezing cold and I got hit with a football 3 times, I had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3441195681100011684?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3441195681100011684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3441195681100011684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3441195681100011684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3441195681100011684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-faint.html' title='Feeling faint'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6215010968765487774</id><published>2009-07-01T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:19:20.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello summmmmmer.</title><content type='html'>so Corella has soo totally been beating me up about blogging, that I finally decided that I will. Dude realtalk though part of the main reason why I dont blog as much any more is cause for some odd reason my phone doesnt let me log into blogger., but it used to, so yeah I'm confused to why it wount anymore. ANYWAYS my flight leaves tomorrow for SoCal hellllllla bright and early I wouldnt be surprised if the sun wasnt even out yet! but yeah I shall be there for 2weeks tops 3weeksmax? mhmmm mhmmm. So today ana came over and I threw gummybears at her it was great. tehehehaha. oh yeah and she made me a twitter since its easier for me to keep up with then blogging its: &lt;strong&gt;twitter.com/DayzsaBayzsa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CHRISTIAN XZAVIER ERHARD. yeeeeup i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a differnt note, I'm helllllla excited for my adventure in socal. esp exccited for my film camp my orientation is at 5 o'clock sharp on sunday! mmk I think thats enough for now cause I'll just end up going on and on about nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6215010968765487774?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6215010968765487774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6215010968765487774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6215010968765487774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6215010968765487774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-summmmmmer.html' title='Hello summmmmmer.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-5732824662004099485</id><published>2009-06-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:34:09.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more to go.</title><content type='html'>Final that is. Wack ass spanish final, oh well. I haven't dont this is hell along yahdayahdayada. Today was a good day, depsite the ugly weather. Tanakas tonight? we shall see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-5732824662004099485?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/5732824662004099485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=5732824662004099485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5732824662004099485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5732824662004099485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-to-go.html' title='One more to go.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8350929649659011556</id><published>2009-05-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:09:29.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while.</title><content type='html'>So yeah the usual, blogg few days straight then stop happened..AGAIN. Ugh, when the summer time comes, that'll probably change. these past 2weeks have definitely been something. Hmm, well last weeeekend was kidsfest. I'd rather show then tell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLzUdEFjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LLihgJT9lyM/s1600-h/kidfest09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLzUdEFjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LLihgJT9lyM/s400/kidfest09+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493240585786930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLzAc87gI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nU7MyI4ycqs/s1600-h/kidfest09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLzAc87gI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nU7MyI4ycqs/s400/kidfest09+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493235216608770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLy550WiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NN3dLiVXFl0/s1600-h/kidfest09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLy550WiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NN3dLiVXFl0/s400/kidfest09+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493233458633250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLy6MtwzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rZpYOMX1YMc/s1600-h/kidfest09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLy6MtwzI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rZpYOMX1YMc/s400/kidfest09+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493233537893170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLyg72yjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GkJaP5HU-RI/s1600-h/kidfest09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLyg72yjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GkJaP5HU-RI/s400/kidfest09+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493226756295218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDMKZ3f4lI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xHzDtTyuW3w/s1600-h/kidfest09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDMKZ3f4lI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xHzDtTyuW3w/s400/kidfest09+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493637175829074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDMKAgdHPI/AAAAAAAAALI/Iw5obB3aabI/s1600-h/kidfest09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDMKAgdHPI/AAAAAAAAALI/Iw5obB3aabI/s400/kidfest09+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493630368292082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDMJywx5YI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tc82l8Geib0/s1600-h/kidfest09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDMJywx5YI/AAAAAAAAALA/Tc82l8Geib0/s400/kidfest09+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341493626678666626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh, I'm to lazy to upload the "action shots" from my camera. Haha, but it was one dope ass weekend I'm not gonna lie. But and hooot school is soooooo close from being done. I can't wait! but and the saaame time is somwhat bittersweet. Well told was field day and I spent it w/a coolkid whose supposed to give me gummy bears(= he's mine. haha hmmm, not sure what else to type. HAVE A GOOOD WEEKEND EVERYONE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want every little thing that makes me heart sing"&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8350929649659011556?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8350929649659011556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8350929649659011556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8350929649659011556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8350929649659011556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-while.html' title='Been a while.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SiDLzUdEFjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LLihgJT9lyM/s72-c/kidfest09+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-1293957730282553450</id><published>2009-05-17T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:41:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recap,sorta.</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY(saturday): &lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep at around 1 because I couldn't sleep. Haha right junior? Then I woke up at like 8 oclock because I had to go to my dress rehersal for tahitian. After headed to Fairfield for my sisters house warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDENRkWYoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/50wShtCeyjQ/s1600-h/housewarming+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDENRkWYoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/50wShtCeyjQ/s320/housewarming+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981290767245954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDENIH6JPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cpG0w4Btgp8/s1600-h/housewarming+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDENIH6JPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cpG0w4Btgp8/s320/housewarming+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981288232035570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDEM1c98QI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DdVnjf1OLJ4/s1600-h/housewarming+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDEM1c98QI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DdVnjf1OLJ4/s320/housewarming+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981283220091138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We we're messing around w/my youngest niece while she wassleeeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="341" id="veohFlashPlayer" name="veohFlashPlayer"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.veoh.com/static/swf/webplayer/WebPlayer.swf?version=AFrontend.5.4.2.10.1003&amp;permalinkId=v18480476NzdQD8WG&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0&amp;id=21091268"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/static/swf/webplayer/WebPlayer.swf?version=AFrontend.5.4.2.10.1003&amp;permalinkId=v18480476NzdQD8WG&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0&amp;id=21091268" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="341" id="veohFlashPlayerEmbed" name="veohFlashPlayerEmbed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACTICE, yogurtland,and skipolinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOOOOL TOMORROW! yay, if only I had like a car or something. AHHHHGH, I wish school was over with already so I can get away from NorCal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm protective of my blessings..."&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-1293957730282553450?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1293957730282553450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1293957730282553450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1293957730282553450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1293957730282553450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/recapsorta.html' title='recap,sorta.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/ShDENRkWYoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/50wShtCeyjQ/s72-c/housewarming+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-3381950038637504958</id><published>2009-05-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:29:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Goood day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gotcK8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m_5ji2S019k/s1600-h/l_0a37a00bde3c3544cf018f8b40d7b035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gotcK8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m_5ji2S019k/s320/l_0a37a00bde3c3544cf018f8b40d7b035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336660704710292178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gov8SS6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LFde9CVUHY0/s1600-h/l_49c7cbfbf7f0f82bb9984505af7a8029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gov8SS6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LFde9CVUHY0/s320/l_49c7cbfbf7f0f82bb9984505af7a8029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336660705381862306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gorxySGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S26dUwIvJyE/s1600-h/l_150f608eee77aa04db58bf6da08ac228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gorxySGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S26dUwIvJyE/s320/l_150f608eee77aa04db58bf6da08ac228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336660704264079458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gatE_q_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/uYW2l5EpTO0/s1600-h/l_5c2e8e4253aa0c9e4baa06db4784a9d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-fxPWvACI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-OP2BqWzVaw/s320/l_f050934a77f2a54b86bd34bd35ad4e3b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336659751741620258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-fw3VFCFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IYkUjenD8l0/s1600-h/l_ff265757aef32a6c8d60951844709b89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-fw3VFCFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IYkUjenD8l0/s320/l_ff265757aef32a6c8d60951844709b89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336659745292224594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good too. (=&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3381950038637504958?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3381950038637504958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3381950038637504958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3381950038637504958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3381950038637504958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/Sg-gotcK8tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m_5ji2S019k/s72-c/l_0a37a00bde3c3544cf018f8b40d7b035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-879608738317421911</id><published>2009-05-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:09:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A+</title><content type='html'>Music video for tv production. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="341" width="410" id="veohFlashPlayerEmbed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.veoh.com/static/swf/webplayer/WebPlayer.swf?version=AFrontend.5.4.2.10.1003&amp;permalinkId=v18468639mfW4tXY5&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0&amp;id=anonymous" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" src="http://www.veoh.com/static/swf/webplayer/WebPlayer.swf?version=AFrontend.5.4.2.10.1003&amp;permalinkId=v18468639mfW4tXY5&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0&amp;id=anonymous" height="341" width="410" id="veohFlashPlayerEmbed" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-879608738317421911?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/879608738317421911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=879608738317421911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/879608738317421911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/879608738317421911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='A+'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7227966856974336333</id><published>2009-05-08T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:03:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I've been making a lot of good choices lately and it makes me kinda proud. HUGE change from a year ago. I'm loving life right now and I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I agree w/Natasha, this is a cute ass video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGWE3hwJ21U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7227966856974336333?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7227966856974336333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7227966856974336333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7227966856974336333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7227966856974336333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4809783014421759862</id><published>2009-05-06T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:12:27.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SgJ7xC20VnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ft_-fLBEilY/s1600-h/Photo8-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SgJ7xC20VnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ft_-fLBEilY/s400/Photo8-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332960991270688370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that shirt I'm wearing? Yeah, I can't find it. And it kinda sucks cause I just purchased it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4809783014421759862?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4809783014421759862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4809783014421759862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4809783014421759862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4809783014421759862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SgJ7xC20VnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ft_-fLBEilY/s72-c/Photo8-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-9205804924990334938</id><published>2009-05-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:18:55.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really SHOULD be doing my homework.</title><content type='html'>Cause I have a fat stack of ugly history homework needing to be completed by third period tomorrow, but my dads in the shower so he obviously can't see me goofin off on the computer at the moment. SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET. I hate how I've been procrastinating so much these past 2weeks, is there such thing as &lt;em&gt;junioritis&lt;/em&gt;? Cause have it! I've beeeen so much lazier than normal. &amp;Omg, I cracked the screeen on my sk. HELLLLLLLLA GAAAAAY! Almost as gay as this wack ass weather. Can mother nature just please decided whether or not she wants it to be hot or cold. NOT BOTH! Anyways, today was an interesting day since the interesting stuff that happened yesterday. AHGH idk what to type really. But I NEED to get my permit FAAAAAST. I've had the certif. since like December but I never signed up for drivers TRAINING. hmmmm, I think I just heard the shower turn off. KBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about what you got, it's what you make of what you got.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: RHSfriends, your prom pictures look cute! I misss you guys HELLLLA!&lt;br /&gt;OH and pps: CHARLES M., I stil haven't changed my password. haha. OH and your coool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-9205804924990334938?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/9205804924990334938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=9205804924990334938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9205804924990334938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9205804924990334938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-should-be-doing-my-homework.html' title='I really SHOULD be doing my homework.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6089656562213344091</id><published>2009-05-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:52:04.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because i said I would, happy?</title><content type='html'>Soooo, this weekend got all messed up because AnitaBonita got grounded. whatever tho still love her. Friday, I pretty much slept right when I got home from school woke up for dinner then when back to sleep. Saturday, Woke up hellllllllllllllla friggin early to make my little sisters hip hei for a show at the end of may (KidFestival@todos santos parque) and then Nana's teaparty, vallejo to visit my family (OH&amp; halo halo from pinoypinay), fairfield mall (seen natalies cousin), then Seeeeestars house (slept over there). haha I swear my oldest nieces' bedroom is decorated 10times better than mines. Sunday/today, practice from 11-1. Had to run in the rain(oookay so it was just sprinkling, but STILLL!), came home and yeah. i'm bored and I was forced to type this blog. Haha. Hmmmm, anyway's I reallllly need to some how save at least $200 this month so that I can go to Disneyland after the Hura Tahiti compeition in June. Idk how Ima do it, but I want to go dearly and the only way I can go is if I save/find the money myself. Those word directly came from my mothers mouth. Speaking of mothers' I need to figure out something for mothers day. Eh, off to being a lazy butt. Kbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive, but never forget.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh! Swine flu in San Ramon. that's a big NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6089656562213344091?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6089656562213344091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6089656562213344091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6089656562213344091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6089656562213344091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-said-i-would-happy.html' title='because i said I would, happy?'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6296026173066396862</id><published>2009-05-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:37:35.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDGAF.</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day I shall admit. hmmmm, I should rephrase that... This whole weeeeeeeeeek was interesting. Ha silllllly bitches. Nuffsaid, Ima go talk to junior til I knock. hit me on the aim thaaaaang.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6296026173066396862?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6296026173066396862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6296026173066396862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6296026173066396862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6296026173066396862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/05/idgaf.html' title='IDGAF.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-2023513121973641575</id><published>2009-04-28T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:20:44.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR TESTING.</title><content type='html'>Is gaaaaaaaaaay. Please remind me why we have it again. Ahhh, at least this is my last year taking it, but still. Oh well. Kbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Changed for the better, prepared for the worst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa.&lt;br /&gt;ps; I'm in class still waiting to go to brunch. Lovely isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-2023513121973641575?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/2023513121973641575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=2023513121973641575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2023513121973641575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2023513121973641575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-testing.html' title='STAR TESTING.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-220046217349149865</id><published>2009-04-25T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:32:16.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeeeeah</title><content type='html'>so blogging lately hasnt been my area of expertize. i sometime have all the time in the world but i can never find the right words to say, ever. april so far has been one of the most emotional rollercoasters i've ever been on. things have happened for the better and some for the i just dont know why. but i've made it this far. im writing all this fluff, so you probably don't fully get what i'm sayin. tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything around me seems to be changing, even myself. &lt;br /&gt;i am becoming a strong and independent little lady whether or not i choose to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need vs. want&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a job&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my permit&lt;br /&gt;i need to sign up for SATs&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my grades up &lt;br /&gt;i need to stop dropping my phone&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop thinking so much&lt;br /&gt;i need to say no sometims&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop hiding how i feel&lt;br /&gt;i need to get through highschool&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop feeling pressured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a job&lt;br /&gt;i want my license&lt;br /&gt;i was mt grades to go up&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop thinking so much&lt;br /&gt;i want to get through highschool&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on a shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop feeling pressured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dglkdjglkj;jg. the thing i hate about blogging most is never knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"time passes, even when it seems impossible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-220046217349149865?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/220046217349149865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=220046217349149865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/220046217349149865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/220046217349149865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-blogging-lately-hasnt-been-my-area.html' title='yeeeeah'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8293351135827237101</id><published>2009-04-06T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:20:22.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>djr.</title><content type='html'>I am attemping to pull an all nighter. Wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8293351135827237101?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8293351135827237101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8293351135827237101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8293351135827237101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8293351135827237101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/04/djr.html' title='djr.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8941853778331967144</id><published>2009-04-06T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:32:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>So, Damon(/jr.) &amp;I can't sleep. So we're being cool and playing the questions game. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8941853778331967144?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8941853778331967144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8941853778331967144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8941853778331967144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8941853778331967144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-717146557401433791</id><published>2009-04-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:25:13.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>Fetes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being with seaniiieboo and nat.&lt;br /&gt;I miss walkin around barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having cabbage looking flowers on my head.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being camer whore w/mi loves&lt;br /&gt;I miss hard spam musubi.&lt;br /&gt;I miss waking up hella earlier to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;I miss show makeup and big hair. &lt;br /&gt;I miss buying icescream to celebrate seaniiies 11th bday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of tahitian drums all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss fete. I hate when the end. Oh well, almost spring break! I've been such a lazy ass since I've come back from hawaii, I barely do shit. Oh well, that'll all change once breaks over. Trust. Blog another time, this munchkin is very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you living or are you existing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-717146557401433791?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/717146557401433791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=717146557401433791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/717146557401433791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/717146557401433791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/04/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-683854258225933759</id><published>2009-03-26T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:39:45.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its been almost exactly a month since I've blogged. (Helllllllllllllalong, iknowthis. Charles M. you're actually kinda of the reason why im bloggin cause I told you that I would keep up with this if you made it for me and im talking to you on aim at the moment so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has been insane. And I miss Hawaii dearly. I want to go back so bad. For those of you slow pokes who didn't ask/I didn't tell. I was in Hawaii for a good week and it was AMAZING. The water was sooo blue and I loved it. Any hoot, im still kinda dark and as im typing I am on my way to middle of no where merced for Kiki Raina 2009. Yeahbitch. Competition is tomorrow til sunday, and I'm juiced. Hmmm, I kinda have a headahce. Oh well. But today was okay. I made snickerdoodles! They were delishbombdig status. Oh yes. And yeah I need to get my permit ASAP. Hopefully before springbreak ends. Oh yeah btw, im gonna be I fairfiled for some of it. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramble:&lt;br /&gt;One day I want to fully fulfill my dreams, yeah thad e great. Haah. Im gonna cut my hair during spring break, not to short tho. Head ache head ache headache. Ima cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mistakes don't define you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-683854258225933759?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/683854258225933759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=683854258225933759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/683854258225933759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/683854258225933759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-been-almost-exactly-month-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4950947589410401704</id><published>2009-02-27T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:53:06.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>How does one determine the truth through the lies they've been fed? Who the hell knows. Ha Idk that qoute has sorta been stuck in my head. wha wha wha wha wait- ATTENTION: if your looking to read a hella short blog and be done reading in like 1 minute you might not wanna read this one uless you are forreal about wanteing to read it. SORRRRY if some of this junk dont even make sense, its sorta one of those rambling type blogs. (ithink) I'm basically just typing whatever the fuck comes to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeding with a the blog rrrright NOW&gt; today was sorta mellow day for me. Nathan fuckin owes me BIG time. Nathan if your reading this I mean BIG time. Haha fool made me run rom the pool all the way to the 4000building WITH my hurt knee. that hoe. jk(oramI?) I really want to go out right now, but I'm stuck alone in my room typing the stupid blog. maybe I should get a head start on my homework? joke. but no really that'd probably be a good idea since I know I probably wont even do it. HAWAII IN 12 MORE LOVELY DAYS! I'm soooooooooooooo excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;so a lot of shit has happened these past few weeks. No explanation as to why, but my minds been to busy to blog. lo siento? (if you actually read this that is)&lt;br /&gt;GO BE A TWILIGHT WHORE. I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hisgoldeneyes.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://twilightthemovie.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dork? me? yeah just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If at first you don't succeed, try again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd whip up a little more than this, but I guess I was wrong kbye.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayszsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4950947589410401704?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4950947589410401704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4950947589410401704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4950947589410401704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4950947589410401704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/02/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7585146990776981</id><published>2009-02-20T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:03:23.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short and to the point.</title><content type='html'>i'm okay. are you? dooope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day, well except for the fact that i woke up late and was half asleep for 2 of the 3 tests i had to take today. sallll gravy. fun weekend ahead of me. i love mufasa mama, i hope you get get you lion/vampire! nineteen more days then aloha hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7585146990776981?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7585146990776981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7585146990776981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7585146990776981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7585146990776981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/02/short-and-to-point.html' title='short and to the point.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3175925179760122526</id><published>2009-02-16T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:39:51.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 9th-February 15th</title><content type='html'>This week has been mosdef and emotional rollercoaster. As the week progressed my week seemed to have gotten worser. (&lt;em&gt;if thats not a word, it is now&lt;/em&gt;). School sucked, my additude and sarcasm was at its worst, and all in all it was just a bad week. BUT with out that bad week I wouldnt have realized about 4 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I love my family with out any doubts. THEY'RE THE ONES THAT ALWAYS COME FIRST. NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;2.I know who my TRUE real bestfriends are.&lt;br /&gt;3.Not matter what, someone will always be there for you no matter how fucked up you've been to them in the past.&lt;br /&gt;4.Life is to short, so you truly need to make the most of it cause tomorrow ISN"T promised no matter how good of a person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for the people who are and always will be apart of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometime you say the simplest thing that mean so much"&lt;br /&gt;"Just be you, cause life's to short to try to be anyone else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3175925179760122526?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3175925179760122526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3175925179760122526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3175925179760122526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3175925179760122526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-9th-february-15th.html' title='February 9th-February 15th'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4451215902403725978</id><published>2009-02-09T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:40:03.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>020909</title><content type='html'>Whaaaaata bummer. I'm soooo, don't even know of the right to say. sdfkjhskdjg you tell me. Dayzsa is so ___________________. &lt;-thats what I'll be. Deal? Ha. Today all in all was a good day. except for the fact it was freeeezing at the same time the sun was out. whaaaat thee buck. SUN means HOT or WARM, not forksy cold (twilightjoke.) Haha I still need to make Joey Mamas' brownies for kneeing him in the place it hurts most. More about my day? Yeeeeah ummm, nothing to special. Hmmmm, CHANGING subjet: 30 more days! whooooooo, hawaii! CANNOT wait. Wish it would just come already. My bodys been oooberly sore and tired lately from practicing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM? yes. WHO CARES? not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, I was watchin tv and I though the cinnamon toast crunch commercial was HELLA cute/funny/coooooooool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr362l3uQxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr362l3uQxo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ima dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever, thats all I'm asking for..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4451215902403725978?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4451215902403725978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4451215902403725978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4451215902403725978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4451215902403725978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/02/reality-strikes-bacck.html' title='020909'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3141339950237838999</id><published>2009-02-03T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:40:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's about time..</title><content type='html'>I blog something that I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Today was, woah. HOE HOE HOE.(&lt;em&gt;now an inside joke that you can't be apart of&lt;/em&gt;.) Other than that I'm sorta starting to focus more on &lt;strong&gt;books&lt;/strong&gt; than boys. WHOOO! she did it. Ha. &amp;I technically got a job! *part time baby sitting for minimumwage+. Gotta start some where, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I counted and in exactly 36 more days I get to go to Hawaii! whooooo. hmmm, today seems like a boring blog. Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKPhotos from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SYkMtcwjN9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1EghjfbjZPE/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SYkMtcwjN9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1EghjfbjZPE/s400/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298780411531573202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SYkMtFl6nAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hYZBXYWTLOA/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SYkMtFl6nAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hYZBXYWTLOA/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298780405312953346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Look after my heart -I've left it with you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.. yeah couldn't find anything meaningful to say. maybe tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3141339950237838999?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3141339950237838999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3141339950237838999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3141339950237838999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3141339950237838999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-its-about-time.html' title='I think it&apos;s about time..'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SYkMtcwjN9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1EghjfbjZPE/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-7753580488502786952</id><published>2009-02-01T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:07:53.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEELERS!</title><content type='html'>WON!! whooooooo. mmk off to bed. MufasaMamas bday tomorrow! &amp;my hip hurts =T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa Alvarado: "There's definitely more complexity in you than anybody would expect. You aren't hard to get to know but there is a whole lot to understand. I think you have the power to go so far, but I think most of that power are depended on the people around you. You may have your own opinions on trusting others, but I think you find a whole lot of comfort in sharing your feelings with others. I think you're trustworthy and loyal not because you can keep secrets, but because you value friendships and relationships so well. And I think you do this because the people who you associate yourself with helps you find who you are."&lt;br /&gt;-MonaRich&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7753580488502786952?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7753580488502786952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7753580488502786952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7753580488502786952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7753580488502786952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/02/steelers.html' title='STEELERS!'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3298166130293977330</id><published>2009-01-31T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:04:28.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my cousins'</title><content type='html'>http://blakeequalshyphy2.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://blakeequalshyphy2.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://blakeequalshyphy2.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3298166130293977330?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3298166130293977330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3298166130293977330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3298166130293977330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3298166130293977330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-see-cousins.html' title='Check out my cousins&apos;'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-386455934210336461</id><published>2009-01-29T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:36:06.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there-</title><content type='html'>Charles speaking, So im bored at the moment, nothing to do so why not post something on dayzsa's blog. Well let me talk about my day, soo today, woke up when my alarm rang, then i turned it off instead of pushing the snooze  button lol, then i finally woke up, then i was like holy shiit, i got to get ready in 10 minutes since the school bus will arrive soon. So i hop in the shower wash down from head to toe, then jumped out and got into my clothes, then i looked at my clock it was to late so i hit up my friend to see if he can pick me up, and he said yea. Moments later i arrive at school. School went by fast, nothing much happened, except the fact i had hella food lmao.I was munching all day. The day finally came to an end, and i headed home, and ate some pizza and watched some tv. My day wasn't special or anything. But its all good,anyways enough about my day, hello dayzsa, its been way way way way to long since ive seen you, hopefully we can chill soon, and catch up on things, it would be nice, i miss you. But ill end it here lol, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw to anyone who reads her blogs, please visit mines http://charlesmcclanahan.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-386455934210336461?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/386455934210336461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=386455934210336461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/386455934210336461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/386455934210336461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-there.html' title='Hello there-'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7739123983531934847</id><published>2009-01-26T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:54:27.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&amp;I'm actually excited. odd? new semester; let's do it right this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7739123983531934847?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7739123983531934847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7739123983531934847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7739123983531934847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7739123983531934847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-tomorrow.html' title='school tomorrow.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8752676795716503988</id><published>2009-01-25T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:56:22.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The D.E.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SX1rkT6ScOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7la4gE9MIIk/s1600-h/thedey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SX1rkT6ScOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7la4gE9MIIk/s400/thedey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295507008421785826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/thedey/music/_vhrzC69/the_dey_she_said/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8752676795716503988?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8752676795716503988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8752676795716503988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8752676795716503988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8752676795716503988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='The D.E.Y'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SX1rkT6ScOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7la4gE9MIIk/s72-c/thedey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-4921439560496053872</id><published>2009-01-24T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:21:35.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long finals</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been writing nothing since finals. Now I finally get to chance too. whooo. So finals week basically sucked. It was all rainy and gloomy looking, not a good way to make my week any better. Friday was good though. I hung out with Robert. We were fat ass's at In-N-Out. Haha. I even applied there since the applications were just sitting there on the counter. After Robert and I headed off to Target, that screen did not lie when it said expect to take 45mins to finish this application. The best part was on the way home when we were singing and dancing, other cars thought we looked pretty crazy. When I got home my sister and nieces ended up sleeping over and I got kicked out of my room and got to sleep on the couch, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my collection of photo cubes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SXvIQcX1u4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/v412vP75ySc/s1600-h/cube+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SXvIQcX1u4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/v412vP75ySc/s400/cube+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045971723795330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace sure does come up with a lot of things to keep you entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..my butts asleep and I'm light weight hungry. Oh well. I cannot wait til march. HAWAII!!!!!! whoo, sucks I cant get my tattoo anymore tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theres not such thing as a perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they're perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction cause your soulmate is the person that pushes your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4921439560496053872?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4921439560496053872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4921439560496053872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4921439560496053872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4921439560496053872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-long-finals.html' title='So long finals'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SXvIQcX1u4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/v412vP75ySc/s72-c/cube+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-8454444484827419079</id><published>2009-01-17T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:42:54.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Idk what to write, but I felt like writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Random?&lt;br /&gt;Songs I listen to before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;1.Robert Pattinson - Let Me Sign&lt;br /&gt;2.Yiruma - River Flows in You&lt;br /&gt;3.Debussy - Claire de Lune&lt;br /&gt;4.Carter Burwell - The Lion Fell in Love With the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;5.Debussy - Sarabande&lt;br /&gt;If I'm REALLY tired, I usually knock out before Clarie de Lune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRNPxe2ZCm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRNPxe2ZCm8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Fly Khicks and Boxcuttuhz too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeah. So yesterday was cool. Ana's moms' food was DELISH! I want some more. Ha, after jade left Ana and I made photo cubes.  Haha she hella made mines wrong since she didnt readin the instructions like she was supposed to. LOSER haha. Anyways, my dad begins in about an hour Ima be with Tinababy til tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;/Don't make someone your priority when you're just an option&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8454444484827419079?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8454444484827419079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8454444484827419079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8454444484827419079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8454444484827419079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-title_17.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-2796715868408742690</id><published>2009-01-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:08:07.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short like me.</title><content type='html'>Life feels like its going my kinda fast dontcha think? I wanna press pause. We all know that's impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short blog tonight, don't really have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ONE OF CRYSTAL BAIK'S BEAUTIFUL WORKS OF ART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SXAUufwHusI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IFCgHZZeHhY/s1600-h/spanglish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SXAUufwHusI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IFCgHZZeHhY/s400/spanglish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291752351190203074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;He's like a drug for you, I could be healthier for you, I could be your sun&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma go listen to Debussy, Carter Burwell, and Robert Pattinson. Yes, Being a twlight junkie. &lt;3 whooo its great. Oh, and I love my babybro.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-2796715868408742690?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/2796715868408742690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=2796715868408742690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2796715868408742690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2796715868408742690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-like-me.html' title='Short like me.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SXAUufwHusI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IFCgHZZeHhY/s72-c/spanglish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-78245605572965733</id><published>2009-01-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:07:48.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling is beautiful</title><content type='html'>Falala.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was interesting. Need I say more? Yesterday was the worst day ever academic wise. I felt stupid. Today was much better tho. Except of course for the fact my hips still hella hurts from dance practice on sunday. I smelt like icyhot all day today. And the odd thing is, people actually liked the smell. Strange, very strange. I really want this week to end, but I don't want next week to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SW1gPwca1EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/koFdXtMl-PI/s1600-h/lrsdgkj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SW1gPwca1EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/koFdXtMl-PI/s400/lrsdgkj.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290990961048605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU CRYSTAL BAIK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that junk 2009 has been pretty okay for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I have like writers block right now, not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random?&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN SONGS In my lifes' soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;1.Robert Pattinson- Never Think&lt;br /&gt;2.Demi Lovato- Two Worlds Collide&lt;br /&gt;3.Corrine Baily Rae- Just Like a Star&lt;br /&gt;4.Neyo- Better Today&lt;br /&gt;5.Leona Lewis- Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;6.Keri Hilson- Promise in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;7.Seal- A Change is Gonna Come&lt;br /&gt;8.The Used- Smother Me&lt;br /&gt;9.Katy Perry- Hot n' Cold&lt;br /&gt;10.Beyonce- Halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH, I had the worst dream ever a few nights ago. I got bad grades and my parents wouldn't let me go to the New York Film Academy summer film camp and it made me cry HELLA. I so hope that dream doesn't ever become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinks thats enough for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-78245605572965733?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/78245605572965733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=78245605572965733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/78245605572965733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/78245605572965733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/rambling-is-beautiful.html' title='Rambling is beautiful'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SW1gPwca1EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/koFdXtMl-PI/s72-c/lrsdgkj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-6408126408514343950</id><published>2009-01-09T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:03:51.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>So I was supposed to make up for wednesdays blog and I never did. Plus I didn't even manage to type one up for yesterday. Sigh* Well hmmm, today was a good day. Yup I believe so. I went to the JV and Varsity girls basketball game. I love watching girls play the game. They're all hella intense and aggressive. I was cheering hella loud when it came to the Varsity game. Once that was all said in done with I went out to dinner with my family and then we went to Top This Yogurt. I didn't get any though because I don't like it. Coco Swirl and Blush are like 45873857 times better. The funny part was that hella Dougherty Valley students were there. Yeeup I even seented Mrs.Topf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO RAMBLE!:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh finals in two week. Bleh I wish I could like press a pause button so we don't have to take them. Tha'd be the bestest thing ever. Haha I find it funny how sadies got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Demi Lovato songs.....well one of them. ;]&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demi Lovato- Two Worlds Collide&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sR0dgfvd3HI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sR0dgfvd3HI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk whats else to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6408126408514343950?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6408126408514343950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6408126408514343950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6408126408514343950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6408126408514343950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8977260647994271725</id><published>2009-01-07T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:24:13.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because its wednesday</title><content type='html'>So I hella forgot to blog earlier. And I'm typing this on my phone so its not gonna be to long. But anyways, today was pretty good for the most part. Expect for the part where I forgot my house key in my locker. Im super smart I know. Well I'm super tired and have 2tests tomorrow. Not cool. So gnight&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I'll make up not blogging as much today, tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8977260647994271725?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8977260647994271725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8977260647994271725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8977260647994271725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8977260647994271725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because-its-wednesday.html' title='Just because its wednesday'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-320635631057989911</id><published>2009-01-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:11:56.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do before saturday</title><content type='html'>1. Finish reading Breaking Dawn, again. Then start reading The Host.&lt;br /&gt;2. Benchmark essay for english&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish China Boy&lt;br /&gt;4. China Boy study guide questions&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a workout with Coach Webb on thursday?&lt;br /&gt;6. Give Ana her blue nail polish back&lt;br /&gt;7. Find Ana's blue nail polish&lt;br /&gt;8. Tidy up room&lt;br /&gt;9. Study for Chapter 12 test in history&lt;br /&gt;10.Find my all black vans&lt;br /&gt;11.50 problems for geometry benchmark&lt;br /&gt;12.Return China Boy and The Things They Carried to el biblioteca&lt;br /&gt;13.Ana's moms' mexican food on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm not sure if I missed anything. Anyways, geeez I felt like such a klutz today. I think I tripped about two dozen times no joke. And on top of all that I hurt my finger cause my stupid ring got caught onto the edge of my desk. Ahhhhhhh. I can't wait for this weekend I get to wear my purple pants! Haha. Off to do more homework.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-320635631057989911?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/320635631057989911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=320635631057989911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/320635631057989911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/320635631057989911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-do-before-saturday.html' title='Things to do before saturday'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3206734800082352354</id><published>2009-01-05T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:49:48.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful mess</title><content type='html'>School was sucha drag.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it that much, and on top of that the weather sucked ass. Literally. ugh, probably not going to conditioning tomorrow. Not like I have to attend anyways anymore since I'm not dooing lacrosse anymore. I need a job and quick. Falalalalala. I'm a little out of it. Nothing seems to be going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WPE9MdVyXB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WPE9MdVyXB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=WPE9MdVyXB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=WPE9MdVyXB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=WPE9MdVyXB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=WPE9MdVyXB"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/WPE9MdVyXB/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jasonmraz/music/W2-2oAJO/jason_mraz_a_beautiful_mess_from_a_raining_jane_session/"&gt;A Beautiful Mess (From A Raining Jane Session) - Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics (&lt;em&gt;feel free to sing along or rememberize.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;br /&gt;And lift him back up again.&lt;br /&gt;You are strong but you’re needy,&lt;br /&gt;Humble but you’re greedy&lt;br /&gt;And based on your body language, your shouted cursive I’ve been reading.&lt;br /&gt;You’re style is quite selective, though your mind is rather reckless&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like picking up trash in dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when kind of words you write&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;br /&gt;And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction&lt;br /&gt;But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause here we are, here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;br /&gt;Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these&lt;br /&gt;Words on paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like picking up trash in dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when kind of words you say&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;br /&gt;kind and courteous is life I’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh, dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause here we are, Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful mess this is,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through timeless words, in priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fly like birds not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice today, all the wait it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I think I should sleep...yeeup, that sounds like a pretty good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3206734800082352354?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3206734800082352354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3206734800082352354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3206734800082352354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3206734800082352354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-mess.html' title='A beautiful mess'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6172744268893747073</id><published>2009-01-04T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:25:32.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for the fourth.</title><content type='html'>So today was pretty boring. Ugh, back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I had to write the meditation thang for yoga. STFU in know it sounds corny:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your on a beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel the warm summer breeze blowing through your hair.&lt;br /&gt;You can smell the Pacific Ocean&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear the blue waves crashing against the beach one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the seagulls flying up above&lt;br /&gt;And you can practically taste the ocean water in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your alone, your at peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from your troubles&lt;br /&gt;Free from the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Free from everything&lt;br /&gt;As if a weight was lifted off your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk along the beach you stop and see a perfectly shaped seashell&lt;br /&gt;You pick it up and realize how the world would be if it was as perfect as that seashell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no cracks, no scratchs&lt;br /&gt;Or even any dents that might have caused it harm&lt;br /&gt;As silly as it sounds, you begin to smile&lt;br /&gt;And you put it in your pocket as a rememberance of how the world should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to walk along the beach until you come across a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;The way it curved seems as if it was the perfect spot with just enough shade&lt;br /&gt;You lay down a beach towel and begin to watch the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shades of purple, orange, and pink all blended into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it reflects off the dark and light shaded blue ocean its as if you've never seen anything more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment&lt;br /&gt;All the bad in your life disappeared, just like the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was the best I could come up with but yeah, I still needa read China Boy and do all the study guide questions. GAY! probably won't end up doin it. Sucha baaad student. -_- &lt;br /&gt;ADIOS WINTER BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6172744268893747073?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6172744268893747073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6172744268893747073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6172744268893747073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6172744268893747073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-for-fourth.html' title='Post for the fourth.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-1961585032677092051</id><published>2009-01-04T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:02:33.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for the third.</title><content type='html'>Since I didn't make it back in time to post it yesterday, I figured the title was appropriate cause I'll most likely posted dos today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets begin&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it wasn't really a bad day. I for the first time in hella long went to the vacaville outlets. Didn't buy anything, but I still kinda enjoyed being at a place that I haven't been in a long while. After that I headed up to elk grove to my cousins birthday party. My uncle got snow from Tahoe and made a little slope in the drive way. It was pretty cool. Once that was all said and done with we headed to fairfield costco. &lt;strong&gt;Secretly&lt;/strong&gt; I was hoping to see people from RHS, but I didn't. Then we headed over to Safeway to get my bestfriend, Joseph Antonio, a birthday cake, card and ballons for his sweet sixteen. The mature yound adult I am picked out a super hero cake and a spiderman ballon with almost everyother plain colors ballon to match. I even got a spiderman card that talks to go along with the whole super hero theme. Aren't I a good bestfriend? Haha&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-1961585032677092051?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1961585032677092051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1961585032677092051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1961585032677092051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1961585032677092051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-for-third.html' title='Post for the third.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-9012190054569242290</id><published>2009-01-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:46:21.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>To was, was....was. Idk what today was. I suppose I'll just call it all right. I got a pedicure. Played hella rockband and my nieces came to sleep over. LYLABOO was SUPPOSED to but that hoe didn't. Haha jkjk I love that bitch. Ugh, I wanna be back in school or something, I wanna see my friends make fun of the teachers SOMETHING. Haha and I'm in desperate need of Ana's moms' mexican food. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on my myspace blog, but I need to fill in some empty space:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Random Facts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate pizza, but I like the crust. Strange isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been the same shoe size since middle school; six to six and a half.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I'm home I spend 75% of my time in my room.&lt;br /&gt;4.I'm lightweight afraid to drive due to a bad car accident when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;5. I envy movie stars but would never wanna become one.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't like people who over exaggerate.&lt;br /&gt;7. At the mall I ALWAYS ask them to put my receipt in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;8.The last scary movie I forced myself to watch was The Ring.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate wearing necklaces and earrings at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;10. I like wearing heels, but can't walk in them.&lt;br /&gt;11. I like when teachers give power points while discussing notes.&lt;br /&gt;12. I rarely chew gum.&lt;br /&gt;13. I prefer sour/tangy candies as aposed to really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;14. I indeed have a lisp.&lt;br /&gt;15. I procrastinate big time.&lt;br /&gt;16.  My right hand is slighty bigger than my left.&lt;br /&gt;17. I save movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;18. I've been tahitian dancing since I was 4, but have only won twice.&lt;br /&gt;19. I only trust a tiny handful of friends.&lt;br /&gt;20. It only takes me 20mins to get ready in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;21. I dislike the current ringtones in my phone, but have no money to buy new ones.&lt;br /&gt;22. I spend at least 3-4 days a week in Concord.&lt;br /&gt;23. I can't braid anything but my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;24. In my entire life I've only had nine bestfriends, and as of now I only have five&lt;br /&gt;25. When I borrow something, I remember to give it back once you stop naggin me to.&lt;br /&gt;26. I only own the first season of Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;27. I am terrible at math, and I mean terrible.&lt;br /&gt;28. I love getting out of town. (longer than 2-3 hrs away from home)&lt;br /&gt;29. I don't have a set style, I just wear what I feel is me.&lt;br /&gt;30. The worst my gpa has ever been is a 1.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool beans huh? &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-9012190054569242290?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/9012190054569242290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=9012190054569242290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9012190054569242290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9012190054569242290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6179950354534771046</id><published>2009-01-01T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:27:29.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally january. which means, back to blogging.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Years&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;-Save money&lt;br /&gt;-Get good enough grades&lt;br /&gt;-Keep up with blog&lt;br /&gt;-Try not to run up my phone bill &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; much. Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few to make known. Anyways, new year, new things. I always thought it was sorta funny tho how people say the time changes, when really..they were the ones who changed. I am so gald its finally 2009. Got some big plans ahead this year. Hawaii in March! whoooooooooo, I'm hella juiced even tho it's not even that close by. AND I am currently looking for a job/saving my money to go to the New York Film Academy summer movie camp in July. I can't wait. Hmm.. I think thats a good enough blog to start off the new year.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6179950354534771046?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6179950354534771046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6179950354534771046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6179950354534771046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6179950354534771046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-january-which-means-back-to.html' title='Finally january. which means, back to blogging.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7858643691337110659</id><published>2008-12-05T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:21:35.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Til January it is.</title><content type='html'>So I decided I'm not gonna blog till the new year. No real reason. Just i barely go on. Maybe it'll be my new years rev? IDK talk to me on aim/myspace/phone/or text if you wanna know about my day. Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7858643691337110659?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7858643691337110659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7858643691337110659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7858643691337110659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7858643691337110659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/12/til-january-it-is.html' title='Til January it is.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8321158026928672344</id><published>2008-11-17T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:55:50.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love vs. In love</title><content type='html'>Love, strong word ain't it. Every one wants it, they wanna have it, they wanna feel it and exprience it for themselves. I know the feeling of both, and forreal..once you love someone they gotta do something hella fucked up for that shit to go away. I find it a trip though for people who've only gone out for a month to be hellla IN love with eachother. And then they break up like a week later...uhh yeah, that ain't be IN love; that's loving eachother. And I think its funny when people say "I love you" to people they havent even known for that long. Idk, that's just my thought. Love ain't something to toy around with, its something serious and should come easy. Cause once your in love, that shit don't go away to easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8321158026928672344?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8321158026928672344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8321158026928672344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8321158026928672344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8321158026928672344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-vs-in-love.html' title='Love vs. In love'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6923827906955919933</id><published>2008-11-16T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:22:31.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers feel like typing</title><content type='html'>Idk why I'm still even up. For the first time since last week I don't feel hella sleepy at this time. Anyways, I finished Twilight. Hella cute parts. Ha, I can't wait to see the movie (haha), but forreal it is a good book though. Now I'm starting to read New Moon 200pages deep, 363 more to go. Probably be done by Wednesday. Ha, wow..hellla bookworm nerd status. Ehh back to my old self. No relationships, no drama, hellla quiet at school  I don't even talk much on aim or myspace anymore. Idk, I kinda like it this way. Strange? Idk. I hella cant wait til Thursday night tho. I'm hella ready for ThanksGiving break. Ahh Christmas is around the corner. I needa start saving my money for you bitches. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6923827906955919933?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6923827906955919933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6923827906955919933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6923827906955919933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6923827906955919933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-fingers-feel-like-typing.html' title='My fingers feel like typing'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7055389914446929349</id><published>2008-11-13T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:44:23.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont think, Just do it.</title><content type='html'>I'm soooooo ooooooooberly tired and sore from lacrosse conditioning. Coach Webb wasn't as scary as people had made him out to be. Sure he yelled, but it was for good purpose. And I can get where he was coming from when he did yell. Think the only bad part were the suicides and push-ups we had to do near the football playes when we got "in-trouble." I noticed at about the second to last one. We actually start to work together as a TEAM, not just as individuals, which it pretty dope. Yeah yeah yeah I'm hella soore and hella tried, but it wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, school seemed to go by so slow today. And now Ana is making me read the Twilight series, it's actually not that bad, but I wouldnt say I'm OBESSESSED..yet. I wouldn't mind going to go see the movie. Well tomorrow's my padres' birthday and natasha's. Better get too baking and making cards.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7055389914446929349?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7055389914446929349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7055389914446929349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7055389914446929349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7055389914446929349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-think-just-do-it.html' title='Dont think, Just do it.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7936430876841958596</id><published>2008-11-12T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:23:49.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SRvH5XkFuVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UUbU_doLVAU/s1600-h/everyone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SRvH5XkFuVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UUbU_doLVAU/s400/everyone.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268023977531783506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7936430876841958596?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7936430876841958596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7936430876841958596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7936430876841958596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7936430876841958596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback.html' title='Flashback.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SRvH5XkFuVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UUbU_doLVAU/s72-c/everyone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-6547714449616717921</id><published>2008-11-11T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:42:42.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L's</title><content type='html'>I neeeeeeeed it. Bleh, YES I'm in fact still tryna finish my damn drivers ed. Why do thes last four sections gotta be so damn long?! It's so unmotivating and making me sleeepy! djlhfgkjdhruthre. This ain't cute. Hopefully I'll be done by thee end of this weekend. 11/11; TODAY IS WISH DAY! I delared it. [; 4day weekends almost done. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6547714449616717921?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6547714449616717921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6547714449616717921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6547714449616717921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6547714449616717921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/ls.html' title='L&apos;s'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-9122495287334646721</id><published>2008-11-10T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:46:03.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gents</title><content type='html'>Yes yes yes, it has indeed been a while. Been an ooberly busy bee that chyall know me for. Besides that: 4day weekend, woot woot. Things have been looking up for me for the most part. Good grades, positive additude, good family relations. I've gotten my priorities striaght, yet again. No job for me, lacrosse conditioning starts this Thursday. And i must say, I'm excited. I can't wait til ThanksGiving. Well I'm off to in-n-out, then either HSM3 or RoleModels. Oh yeah and I hate Xavier Lyon. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-9122495287334646721?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/9122495287334646721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=9122495287334646721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9122495287334646721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9122495287334646721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladies-and-gent.html' title='Ladies and Gents'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7329640510384073308</id><published>2008-10-27T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:19:33.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling on is a beautiful thing.</title><content type='html'>So, I applied at Jamba Juice on Saturday. I'm getting all my prioities striaght, finally. Junior year is already like almost half way over. I feel like theres more than just a year and a half left of my high school exprience. I'm getting old, of course not appearance wise, but like on a emotional growing up type level.. yeenoe? Bleh. I think what sucks the most about high school as of now, is ALL the stuff we're gonna take for granted in the future. Like not being as close to the people that we used to be. Being the over achiever, and not being a full time friend. And honestly, I'm not even just saying that about other people, but I myself too. Hmm..I wonder if people I care about even read this blog to be honest. But forreal like ehh.. I don't like the wall flower loner feeling. Even when I'm with people its just like okay, we're together now what? These days it seems like a- Smile. Wave. "Hey ______." is good enough to get through the day. Yeah its junior year, but live a little? Ha, and now I'm kinda contradicting myself, but hey I'll admit to it. I understand its junior year, said to be the TOUGHEST year of them all. And I think hearing that for all these years just make you want to believe that it is. Yeah its one of the years that "counts", but would it be any different if you had this same exact schedule for you senior year? Idk. i'm just proud of the people who got their shit together this year, including myself.  Bleh. mmk, now that that's said and done. I'm off to eat or do something not important. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-7329640510384073308?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7329640510384073308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7329640510384073308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7329640510384073308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7329640510384073308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/rambling-on-is-beautiful-thing.html' title='Rambling on is a beautiful thing.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4602067375563117133</id><published>2008-10-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:19:07.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Axiomatic.</title><content type='html'>Falalalala. Today honestly didnt feel like a Monday to me. More like a Tuesday or Thursday. Pssh, I wish. The beginning of my day was crap, anyone beg to differ? Hella loner status. After lunch everything was just hella chill. All I'm worried about is maintaining my 3.0 till next monday. If I get a 3.0 on my quarter progress reportcard I will be the happiest chick ever. Other than that. Came home, instant messaged, downloaded music. Oops hopefully me padre doesnt read that last part about downloading. Ha. Anywho, apparently I like the movie sydney white. Bleh I'm hungry, brownie and milk anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4602067375563117133?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4602067375563117133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4602067375563117133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4602067375563117133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4602067375563117133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/axiomatic.html' title='Axiomatic.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6085968673690305326</id><published>2008-10-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:48:16.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to write a blog</title><content type='html'>..but I hella blanked out and forgot what I wanted to write about. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6085968673690305326?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6085968673690305326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6085968673690305326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6085968673690305326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6085968673690305326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanted-to-write-blog.html' title='I wanted to write a blog'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-2948875627972350165</id><published>2008-10-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:26:49.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past, present, and future.</title><content type='html'>So, its been almost two months of school. And I already feel the changes. NO, not the fact that there's five extra minutes of lunch. And NO, not the fact that there's more than a handful of new freshman. I can admit to my change.. can any of you? And the most pathetic part, I'm complaining about it, yet do nothing to change it. Freshman year I honestly didn't have a lot of friends. Then when I came to Dougherty everyone so so friggin close. Wtf happened over summer break? No I feel like a freshman again where I only talked to people in class and ignored them during breaks. I'm like in isolation mode again. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that its almost the holiday's. I'm more focused on school then I've ever been. And I miss the past. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-2948875627972350165?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/2948875627972350165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=2948875627972350165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2948875627972350165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2948875627972350165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-present-and-future.html' title='The past, present, and future.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3019308812599258664</id><published>2008-10-10T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:23:16.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>So today was the homecoming rally and the juniors basically kicked ass. Ha. First place for class skit. Even thought the audio was all jacked up, I don't think we did half bad. Ha, wait til next year though, it's gonna be 34,579,385 better. Later on, Ana came over before the game. We are such dorks, we inhaled hella helium from the ballons I got from my birthday last week. The game was alright. We won 30-16, unlike last year. It was hella cold so I was hella sanwiched inbetween Ana and Jonathan. Anyways, tomorrow is the homecoming dance, but I won't be attending. Ana thinks my dress woulda been prettyful too. Oh well. I'll probably type a longer more meaningful one over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3019308812599258664?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3019308812599258664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3019308812599258664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3019308812599258664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3019308812599258664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6306803330307609689</id><published>2008-10-07T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:45:35.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Parkway.</title><content type='html'>So at lunch today Madison Parkway played at our school. Ana and I swore they sounds somewhat familiar, well at least there music. Girls got crazy towards the end of lunch. I got a CD signed and some pictures on my phone. And now that I about it I should had them sign my phone instead considering I can change the cover. Why didn't I think of that sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQqD0isYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z2fkGYhqHB8/s1600-h/IMG00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQqD0isYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z2fkGYhqHB8/s400/IMG00178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254593180000760194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQk1SlKEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B-80be4F5QE/s1600-h/IMG00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQk1SlKEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B-80be4F5QE/s400/IMG00179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254593090200873026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQfAFlSjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IWEiQYmbf2I/s1600-h/IMG00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQfAFlSjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IWEiQYmbf2I/s400/IMG00181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254592990019930674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6306803330307609689?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6306803330307609689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6306803330307609689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6306803330307609689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6306803330307609689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/madison-parkway.html' title='Madison Parkway.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOwQqD0isYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z2fkGYhqHB8/s72-c/IMG00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-8024771506326728972</id><published>2008-10-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:00:34.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated.</title><content type='html'>So I was gonna write a blog on my actual birthday, but I didn't get around to doing that. Thanks to everyone who made my day special. So not only did I get to have a dinner on my actual day, but yesterday my parents planned me a surprise birthday party at Puerto Vallerta in Fairfield.&lt;br /&gt;My actual birthday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwsRKX2MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vrKDkPHvOe0/s1600-h/sweet6teen+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwsRKX2MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vrKDkPHvOe0/s400/sweet6teen+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713608639502530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwkoeK_rI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1oD2e9V502w/s1600-h/sweet6teen+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwkoeK_rI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1oD2e9V502w/s400/sweet6teen+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713477457608370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwfSTYrnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wHcKhJl8ydk/s1600-h/sweet6teen+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwfSTYrnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wHcKhJl8ydk/s400/sweet6teen+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713385607442034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwXZIxhCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gle5xT6z_h0/s1600-h/sweet6teen+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwXZIxhCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gle5xT6z_h0/s400/sweet6teen+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713250003026978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwLkos-mI/AAAAAAAAADs/w2RIdNaDDM8/s1600-h/sweet6teen+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwLkos-mI/AAAAAAAAADs/w2RIdNaDDM8/s400/sweet6teen+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713046931307106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwDuPyBII/AAAAAAAAADk/8Dojd9vIKJE/s1600-h/sweet6teen+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwDuPyBII/AAAAAAAAADk/8Dojd9vIKJE/s400/sweet6teen+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253712912072180866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjv6mFt9nI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zc9Gccr9Hok/s1600-h/sweet6teen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjv6mFt9nI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zc9Gccr9Hok/s400/sweet6teen+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253712755263665778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Party;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjyIzr6ShI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xxJGZG-pZUs/s1600-h/sweet6teen+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjyIzr6ShI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xxJGZG-pZUs/s400/sweet6teen+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253715198454942226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjyC4uv_TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dp_cfowjkbk/s1600-h/sweet6teen+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjyC4uv_TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dp_cfowjkbk/s400/sweet6teen+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253715096729812274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjx6ttgd9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vV0_A6R7waY/s1600-h/sweet6teen+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjx6ttgd9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vV0_A6R7waY/s400/sweet6teen+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714956332857298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxzsA3JiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RUvHgziXZVU/s1600-h/sweet6teen+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxzsA3JiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RUvHgziXZVU/s400/sweet6teen+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714835618080290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxjVT5WyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vl2tOVLD8_s/s1600-h/sweet6teen+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxjVT5WyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vl2tOVLD8_s/s400/sweet6teen+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714554645994274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxbgVyYSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UA_kPxN3VZw/s1600-h/sweet6teen+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxbgVyYSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UA_kPxN3VZw/s400/sweet6teen+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714420167762210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxU8yZV9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/sO1IHCT7OCs/s1600-h/sweet6teen+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxU8yZV9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/sO1IHCT7OCs/s400/sweet6teen+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714307544864722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxNk4mR1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jeZij7znBDc/s1600-h/sweet6teen+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxNk4mR1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/jeZij7znBDc/s400/sweet6teen+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714180869343058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxGbbzNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RG5mv3pmfvU/s1600-h/sweet6teen+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjxGbbzNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RG5mv3pmfvU/s400/sweet6teen+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714058073552306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjw699N0KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RKm8HXJe6cg/s1600-h/sweet6teen+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjw699N0KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RKm8HXJe6cg/s400/sweet6teen+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713861182083234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8024771506326728972?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8024771506326728972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8024771506326728972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8024771506326728972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8024771506326728972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/10/belated.html' title='Belated.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SOjwsRKX2MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vrKDkPHvOe0/s72-c/sweet6teen+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-3736312078656550047</id><published>2008-09-28T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:22:42.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/22</title><content type='html'>So, so far I'm only on section nine out of 22 for driver's ed online. Half way there! I doubt I'm gonna do anymore than the 10th section today though. This weekend Has been loong, and basically just filled with drivers ed. Yesterday I went to fairfield to pick up my oldest niece though. For the first time ever she slept in my room. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Me; "You wanna sleep with Davi?"&lt;br /&gt;Kaylani; "No"&lt;br /&gt;Me; "You wanna sleep with Mama D?"&lt;br /&gt;Kaylani; "No"&lt;br /&gt;Me; "You wanna sleep with Papa?"&lt;br /&gt;Kaylani; "No"&lt;br /&gt;Me; "You wanna sleep with me?"&lt;br /&gt;Kaylani; "Yes, I sleep auntie nae nae"&lt;br /&gt;Me; "Okay, are you tired?"&lt;br /&gt;Kaylani; "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;So then when I tell her to lay down, instead of laying down on the bed..she layed down on me and fell asleep. Then this morning she was like "Nae Nae wake up." Haha Anyways. I'm still pretty bored. I don't really wanna do anymore drivers ed today. I think I shall take a break from it.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3736312078656550047?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3736312078656550047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3736312078656550047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3736312078656550047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3736312078656550047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/922.html' title='9/22'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-5712270584253844302</id><published>2008-09-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:50:47.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights vs. John Swett</title><content type='html'>So I got a lot of compliments from the John Swett cheerleaders' cause my hair. I made some new friends too. Haha, apparently I'm Queen Victoria. I had fun going back and forth with sides. Cookie's still hella weak for not coming. Joey Ma is my favorite. Driver's ed online all this weekend, I hope I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XTpR-OkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Px8tMiBDVi4/s1600-h/IMG00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XTpR-OkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Px8tMiBDVi4/s400/IMG00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250589473082587714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XqfLfWYI/AAAAAAAAADU/ViaZ1CSBmXg/s1600-h/junnnnior+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XqfLfWYI/AAAAAAAAADU/ViaZ1CSBmXg/s400/junnnnior+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250589865508034946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XlL-rHdI/AAAAAAAAADM/d_qCb_VZ-jk/s1600-h/junnnnior+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XlL-rHdI/AAAAAAAAADM/d_qCb_VZ-jk/s400/junnnnior+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250589774454660562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XbvARKMI/AAAAAAAAADE/VOp4zNpd85Y/s1600-h/IMG00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XbvARKMI/AAAAAAAAADE/VOp4zNpd85Y/s400/IMG00018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250589612057897154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-5712270584253844302?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/5712270584253844302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=5712270584253844302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5712270584253844302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5712270584253844302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-night-lights-vs-john-swett.html' title='Friday Night Lights vs. John Swett'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SN3XTpR-OkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Px8tMiBDVi4/s72-c/IMG00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-3033032093121539678</id><published>2008-09-26T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:03:14.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight off the kick.</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. So I can't go back to sleep, for some odd reason my body feels fully rested. Strange. Anyways. Yesterday was a good day...for the most part. I got my new phone, the sk2008. So far so good. Yesterday was fun for once in video production. Ana and I did yoga poses. I sang a song to Charles. And we took some funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have and orthodontist appointment and 9.05. I wish I could just get them off already, for those of you who don't know..I've had then for about 4years. Remember me without them? Haha. Most people don't. Well.. Today I have to take a yucky vocab test, last night I had the words all memorized..now I totally forgot all of them. And I have to take the test in like and hour and a half. Lovely. Other and then that. FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS VS. JOHN SWETT TONIGHT. Be there homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for now. Do another post after the game tonight. Have a lovely day you weird asses who actually get up this early. [;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3033032093121539678?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3033032093121539678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3033032093121539678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3033032093121539678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3033032093121539678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/straight-off-kick.html' title='Straight off the kick.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-2171831183660648576</id><published>2008-09-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:04:51.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got me going.</title><content type='html'>There's some truth to every lie. I feel as if the glass is half empty. Things aren't  the greatest but I'm making the most of what I got. Today in class I was laying in Ana's lap and she was hugging me with her arms. I whispered to her "I wished you were a guy." Not to be gross or anything, but so I'd be held in a guy's arm's instead of a girl, to have that secure-safe-loved feeling. It seems like everyone is searching for love or a realtionship these these day's. And there's only one person I could think of who could make me have that securse-safe-loved feeling it's just.......bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-2171831183660648576?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/2171831183660648576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=2171831183660648576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2171831183660648576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2171831183660648576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-me-going.html' title='Got me going.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-190174562398636423</id><published>2008-09-23T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:03:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo you whore.</title><content type='html'>So, somethings happened and it turns out I'm no longer going to fairfield this weekend for my birthday. On the brightside my birthday is now one day closer if that counts for anything. Today was such a mumble jumble day. I was neither happy or sad. More like content and okay. I felt like sucha bitch telling people to move in the hallways, but with five minute passing periods people need to walk faster. It's really not that hard. I'm starting to have more of a positive additude in yearbook, but at the same time its like 'hello, last year we'd already be done with our first spread.' Its just frustrating doing everything the complete opposite of how things were ran last year. But our black sweatshirt's got approve, and I admit..I'm proud about it. I think I did kinda bad on my fall write. What does the journey to Ithaka have anything to do with an outlook on life? &lt;br /&gt;For the first time today I wasn't fully there. Does that at all make sense? Well whether or not it did or didn't today was boring. And my laptop is running out of battery. I get to cook dinner tonight and I need to study study study for the vocabulary test I have to make up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-190174562398636423?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/190174562398636423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=190174562398636423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/190174562398636423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/190174562398636423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/boo-you-whore.html' title='Boo you whore.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4017974647769891129</id><published>2008-09-22T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:06:49.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First long entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where to even begin these day's. First and foremost, yeah its been a while since I actually I even wrote one of these. I've been both sick and busy. And strep throat really does hurt. I missed so much school. And you know how you always wonder what people are saying and thinkin about you when your not there, and I had those exact thoughts. So school today was easier than I expected it to be. Sure I still have to make up some work and a quiz, but its faaar less than what I was even expecting. I had a major cough attack in yearbook and spanish, it was horrible. And lately I've discovered school has been the hardest thing for me to focus on. "How am I suppose to focus on school, when school is the only thing I'm sooo not focused on," were the words I said to Ana and Xyna. I feel as if all the hard work is pointless when I'm a horrible test taker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ten day's from now is my birthday, I'll finally be sixteen even though I won't be able to drive. Everything's happening so fast, I wish it'd go slow and be laid back and chill. I'm sick of people being who they're not, and lately small things just bug me. I'm losing touch with people, and its seems like its the same old story over and over and over again. I've found that all song's have a special meaning, whether it be little or small. Half the time I don't get some of the stuff I type on here so bare with me if you don't get where I'm coming from, it's one of those you sorta have to be me to get it type thing. yeeenoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other than that junk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm excited for this weekend. I'ma be in the field of fairness(Fairfield). Haha. I'ma be out there for my bday weekend. hit me up if you wanna come kick it or go to my dinner. And if you don't have the number, better luck next time pal. hmmm...I feel as if I wrote enough. Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dayzsa&lt;333&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4017974647769891129?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4017974647769891129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4017974647769891129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4017974647769891129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4017974647769891129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-long-entry.html' title='First long entry.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-2331779310269462013</id><published>2008-09-14T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:26:32.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday-Sunday.</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really wrote in a while. So how bout a little recap?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- first day back at practice.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- made dinner and brownies.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- went to Tiki Tom's, I was hella mad thatthey don't serve their mash potatoes no more.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- seen my nieces, drove to Rancho Cordova, uncles baby shower, got my nails done, went to stoneridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went to costco with my mommy, then joe's for pretty much the whole day. Now I'm just sitting here not doing homework. I have a feeling this is gonna be a loooong week.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-2331779310269462013?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/2331779310269462013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=2331779310269462013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2331779310269462013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/2331779310269462013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday-sunday.html' title='Wednesday-Sunday.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-5777378856376381816</id><published>2008-09-09T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:01:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dear diary, today was the worst."</title><content type='html'>That's what my shirt said today. Haha. I actually liked the weather though. I'm getting used to the whole junior thing. I feel as if my main focus is actually school now. Like I've been saying it, but now I actually feel it. Vik's bday tomorrow and first day back to practice. I feel like its hella late, but it's actually pretty early. I'm excited for this weekend. I said actually alot..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-5777378856376381816?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/5777378856376381816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=5777378856376381816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5777378856376381816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5777378856376381816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-diary-today-was-worst.html' title='&quot;Dear diary, today was the worst.&quot;'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3200064056417561036</id><published>2008-09-08T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:43:47.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga is calming.</title><content type='html'>It really is. Today was one of those day's where you honestly don't feel like doing anything, and I mean anything. Hard yet so easily explainable. I somewhat have my homework done. I'll end up doing the rest in classes tomorrow, more thank likely. I think the only good part of the day is when I finally got my camera back. Its fixed! Now if only my phone service got turned back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SMXwv_6SQTI/AAAAAAAAACw/McPDTewQloY/s1600-h/princesssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243862048543228210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SMXwv_6SQTI/AAAAAAAAACw/McPDTewQloY/s400/princesssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3200064056417561036?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3200064056417561036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3200064056417561036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3200064056417561036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3200064056417561036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/yoga-is-calming.html' title='Yoga is calming.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SMXwv_6SQTI/AAAAAAAAACw/McPDTewQloY/s72-c/princesssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-8390343245757231141</id><published>2008-09-07T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:58:45.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day.</title><content type='html'>All in the title.&lt;br /&gt;so 90% sure socal after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8390343245757231141?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8390343245757231141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8390343245757231141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8390343245757231141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8390343245757231141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-day.html' title='Good day.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4646528138760579685</id><published>2008-09-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:03:57.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today</title><content type='html'>I got hella lazy to type one up last night but basically this is the what happened:&lt;br /&gt;After school Miss. Howell picked Ana, Jade, Kendra and I up to get some food. We WERE supposed to eat at the Rice Garden, but is was closed so we went to El Balzo. I wish I could get the pictures up..but I will soon. After Ana and I went to Jades to do our homework. And I went to sleep late. That's basically the end of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today;&lt;br /&gt;Coulda have been way better.&lt;br /&gt;1.I got a bruise on my leg right below where got a cut from camping&lt;br /&gt;2.I did bad on my Geometry Test&lt;br /&gt;3.Phone service is off.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to text a cutie pie. Besides that. I ended up getting a ride home from Robert. His car's fasssst. I painted my nails...but I'm kinda messing them up right now by typing all this. Tomorrow someone has to help me put D A Y Z S A L Y O N on my nails [= Football games tomorrow, won't be there til varsity game though. I'm off to go study for the stupid 20word vocab test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4646528138760579685?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4646528138760579685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4646528138760579685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4646528138760579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4646528138760579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3604500197027818330</id><published>2008-09-02T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:33:50.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't think of a title.</title><content type='html'>HAPPPPPY SWEET 6TEEN CHOLA! I love her to death. I gots her some yellow roses, her favorite, and some strawberry shortcake. Haha. So I hecka wish Miss Howell was the yearbook teacher still. Spanish has become my favorite subject. I made up a hella stupid song for Anababyy, I swear none of it even rhymed. haha Yoga's been boring. And I've been texting nonstop today, Xavier's thee best. [= My camer'a getting fixed! I should have it back well before my bday. I've finished all my homework and have already done the dishes so I'm hella bored. Tomorrow I'm suppose to either go to practice or with Ana &amp;amp; Jade, I'm not sure which. Jocelyn and Xyna said that I can't have a date to homecoming. But hey, if you wannna go with me..haha jkjk. And yea. I think I'm done. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3604500197027818330?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3604500197027818330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3604500197027818330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3604500197027818330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3604500197027818330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/couldnt-think-of-title.html' title='Couldn&apos;t think of a title.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8510010276359566992</id><published>2008-09-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:36:34.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and simple</title><content type='html'>So camping was fun. I feel all burnt. I finally met two of the people I've been wantin to. And yea. School tomorrow. And chola's bday! whooo.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8510010276359566992?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8510010276359566992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8510010276359566992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8510010276359566992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8510010276359566992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-and-simple.html' title='Short and simple'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-1493828680818330136</id><published>2008-08-28T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:51:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So school's so far so good. I discovered the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.I still hate Geometry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.I got the wobbly desk in fifth period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.My Video Production teacher doesn't know alot about video production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Boys a dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.I miss having Robert here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.They actually did little drawings of the dresscode in the student hand book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.I'm better at spanish then I thought I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.I love the people in my spanish period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.I'm pretty okay staying here til i graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.I'm still horrible at math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Some freshman really are annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.My name for spanish is Esparanza and translates to Hope in english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.I hate math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.I actually like history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.My english teacher has the same bday as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there was more but i'm to lazy to write them all. I'm leaving for Lake Camanche tomorrow after school. Be back monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayzsa&lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures from school; Enjoy[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNPO41lfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g2nycXu9Gcs/s1600-h/l_2a8f9858b845671773a424354f441c5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811984302904818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNPO41lfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g2nycXu9Gcs/s400/l_2a8f9858b845671773a424354f441c5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812101957834338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNWFL9VmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BilKEQ6oRNM/s400/l_4cf6b5da4826d1b6d99bfb55f97a5479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNo3JSxdI/AAAAAAAAACE/deRDEyPvkk4/s1600-h/l_9accaa5e92278e75c41d8351eeaad456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812424606074322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNo3JSxdI/AAAAAAAAACE/deRDEyPvkk4/s400/l_9accaa5e92278e75c41d8351eeaad456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239812573759035458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNxiyIWEI/AAAAAAAAACM/CSl4R44RjEc/s400/l_985fbb61ac851c1ad27fca7bfc014b1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/713498270628862358-1493828680818330136?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1493828680818330136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1493828680818330136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1493828680818330136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1493828680818330136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SLeNPO41lfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g2nycXu9Gcs/s72-c/l_2a8f9858b845671773a424354f441c5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-245452479774115701</id><published>2008-08-25T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:36:38.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>First day's all seem the same. You can't sleep the night before cause your so excited to see all the friends you didn't get to the summer. Each teacher goes over the rules again and again. And that's basically how today was.....SIKE. Haha. I friggin woke up at 4.30 this morning. Once I heard the front door closed I couldnt go back to sleep. I got picked up around seven by BigBroSIIKVIIIK. Blasted the music hella loud. The day went by oooberly fast. It was cool though. Hella just chilled after school. I'm suprised my padre didn't tell me what time to be home. Anywho, I got all my homework done and now I'm hella bored.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsaaaa&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-245452479774115701?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/245452479774115701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=245452479774115701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/245452479774115701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/245452479774115701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-4550852286554232110</id><published>2008-08-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:01:01.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer.</title><content type='html'>See you next year[:&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;33333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-4550852286554232110?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4550852286554232110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4550852286554232110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4550852286554232110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4550852286554232110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-1926186167147129954</id><published>2008-08-23T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:17:31.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ladeeda.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was pretty sweet. I bought pretty much everything I wanted from Sunvalley Mall. But I was so tired by the end of the day since we were there from 11.30 am to 8.30pm. I was so happy for the first time I was able to go to sleep when I said I was gonna last night. Any who, Today I went to Target with my momma do get stuff for the da Island Way camping trip. And I soo have my outfit picked out for the first day of  school. I think my little sister's friend is coming tonight to sleep over, I'm off to go clean.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-1926186167147129954?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1926186167147129954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1926186167147129954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1926186167147129954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1926186167147129954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/ladeeda.html' title='ladeeda.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3125740091285101542</id><published>2008-08-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:09:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Disorder?</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty sweet. Bought school supplies, some stuff from Urban Outfitters and True. I brushed my teeh while Ana listened. Haha. I made a lot of phone calls today. Christian's suppose to call me back..but I doubt it. Why the title? Anthony and I think that I have one. NOOOO! Haha. Anywho, I'm soo tired. Btw, Step Brothers was the bombdig. THREE MORE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;33333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3125740091285101542?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3125740091285101542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3125740091285101542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3125740091285101542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3125740091285101542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-disorder.html' title='Sleep Disorder?'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-5649423830099247427</id><published>2008-08-19T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:47:10.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Year Schedule.</title><content type='html'>I think I need to make some adjustments but here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;A Period; English 11-Spain&lt;br /&gt;First Period; Geometry- Jackson =T&lt;br /&gt;Second Period; US History 1&amp;amp;2- Manning&lt;br /&gt;Third Period; YEARBOOK!- Lawson&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period; Yoga-Santos&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Period; TV PRODUCTION!; Soucy&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Period; Spanish 2- Cousens&lt;br /&gt;Advisory/Homeroom; Agustin&lt;br /&gt;We got any together?! LET ME KNOW! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to go watch Step Brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dayzsa&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-5649423830099247427?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/5649423830099247427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=5649423830099247427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5649423830099247427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/5649423830099247427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/junior-year-schedule.html' title='Junior Year Schedule.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-7412644206643716952</id><published>2008-08-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:15:06.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FINALLLLLLY! btw. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPPPPY BIRTHDAY MR.DYLAN CHE MY YoungFave!&lt;/span&gt; Today was boring until I arrived to San Ramon. I seent Mr. Christian Manasala at Safeway. Haha I was sucha fatty tonight. Oh well. REGISTRATION TOMORROW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dayzsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p.s i want this book! wanna buy it for me? (this is what happens when you watch oprah) haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236108077318241682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKpkjeIbfZI/AAAAAAAAABs/UN5D2Vs8JcA/s400/51x0cj4i6yL__SL500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/713498270628862358-7412644206643716952?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/7412644206643716952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=7412644206643716952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7412644206643716952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/7412644206643716952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet HOME'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKpkjeIbfZI/AAAAAAAAABs/UN5D2Vs8JcA/s72-c/51x0cj4i6yL__SL500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-4842134738406274989</id><published>2008-08-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:08:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more sleeps.</title><content type='html'>First off. HAPPPPPY BIRTHDAY ANTHONY JAMES CONVENTO. Haha damn I've had to say 'happy birthday' to someone almost everyday. Tomorrow I have a break from it. WHOOOO! haha Ugh, since my parents left for mexico my mind has been racing and I've been getting NO good sleep whatsoever. AND I friggin have two bug bites on my leg =T SUCKS BALLSSSS. I've had so much on my mind lately, I'm SOOO ready for school to start. Well any who, today I went to my baby cousin birthday party in Vallejo. I seeent my favorite little cousin Maricela. She said my phone was "old school" and I should get on thats purple. Haha. Now I'm back in Hercules, two more sleeps and mi madre y padre will be home!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Hair Cut! (I think it looks better in person) [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKfAC_fbYMI/AAAAAAAAABU/o6dCSY7sL_E/s400/l_273b2c7a69db13a96033d36f656e4224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235364249477013698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dayzsaaaaaaa&lt;3&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/713498270628862358-4842134738406274989?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/4842134738406274989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=4842134738406274989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4842134738406274989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/4842134738406274989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-more-sleeps.html' title='Two more sleeps.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKfAC_fbYMI/AAAAAAAAABU/o6dCSY7sL_E/s72-c/l_273b2c7a69db13a96033d36f656e4224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-1527526142113782810</id><published>2008-08-15T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:40:16.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgot.</title><content type='html'>HAPPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY EVERYTHING XYNABABYY&lt;3 face="arial"&gt; hellllla almost forgot it was today, I'm such a good bestfriend huh? She don't trip though, we BOTH have a bad memory. HAHA. Other than that I watched my three niece's today with my little sister and my soon to be sister in law for about 4 hours. I got a hair cut too, but sorry don't have a camera that would allow you to see. And UGH I had to change my myspace password 34985789times cause I got pished, whatever. Three more sleeps til I see my mommy and daddy. YAY. [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-1527526142113782810?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1527526142113782810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1527526142113782810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1527526142113782810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1527526142113782810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-6343844129884544216</id><published>2008-08-14T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:18:37.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR CHARLES. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKfCsZEZvwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FY5LWK-ERWo/s1600-h/l_b24f26671ae0182df61df2418cf21c4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKfCsZEZvwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FY5LWK-ERWo/s400/l_b24f26671ae0182df61df2418cf21c4e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235367159740874498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;thanks for thinking i'm dope, your pretty dope yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;our convos are weird and random, but oh well. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;umm. yea, we're texting and idk if your reading this or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;can even read it considering on how tiny the font is. ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;love, dayzsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-6343844129884544216?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/6343844129884544216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=6343844129884544216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6343844129884544216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/6343844129884544216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-charles-haha.html' title='JUST FOR CHARLES. haha'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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/_O-V4LGAVyug/SKfCsZEZvwI/AAAAAAAAABk/FY5LWK-ERWo/s72-c/l_b24f26671ae0182df61df2418cf21c4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713498270628862358.post-8229897689718939885</id><published>2008-08-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:10:27.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Changalang&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE CHANGALANG. FINALLY YOUR SWEET SIXTEEN[= I LOVE YOU BABYYGIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;LOVE, DAYZSALOVE&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8229897689718939885?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8229897689718939885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8229897689718939885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8229897689718939885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8229897689718939885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-changalang3.html' title='To my Changalang&lt;3'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8188329622084300611</id><published>2008-08-12T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:45:28.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>So I'm in hercules. &lt;div&gt;My parents are leaving Mexico tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm.. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want school to come already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8188329622084300611?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8188329622084300611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8188329622084300611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8188329622084300611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8188329622084300611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/adios.html' title='Adios'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3660628239737877548</id><published>2008-08-09T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:52:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I stayed up til around 3 o'clock AM this morning&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a good six hours of sleep. Not exactly the recommend time frame for teenagers during the summer. I got ready and started the day off by going shopping. After I went to my cousin bowling party at Pinole Lanes. I didn't bowl much cause the kids never told me when it was my turn to. When the party was over, we took my niece with to this place called Coco Swirl, for those of you who never heard of it I suggest you try it (its in downtown Pleasant Hill). I got me some vanilla and strawberry frozen yogurt with Captin Crunch on it. YUMM [= I went to Stoneridge Mall, but I didnt but anything from there expect a cherry lemonade from Hot Dog on a Stick. I never leave that mall without getting one. Haha. It was a pretty good day up until my camera hella broke out of now where and my mom said she's ot getting me a new one. =T I hope it magically fixes over night. After the mall we headed to Target and I bought some new nail polish. LADIES, when you go get some new nail polish from Target I suggest the Broadway Burgendy Frost by N.Y.C; I'm wearing it right now as a matter of fact. Haha. Well other than that, my niece is sleeping over tonight. I already gave her a bath, put her in her pj's, painted her little toenails and brushed her hair. And boy am I tired. That's all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Dayzsa&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3660628239737877548?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3660628239737877548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3660628239737877548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3660628239737877548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3660628239737877548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/bittersweet-day.html' title='Bittersweet Day.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-3146785109351392506</id><published>2008-08-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:10:46.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HACIENDA.</title><content type='html'>Today started off like normal.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, morning pee, eat, cleaned the kitchen, did the laundry, and sit around do nothing when I'm finished. I was supposed to go to Miss Stephenie Long's house once my padre got home, but no. Instead I went with Vik, Elias, Parviez, Alysia and Samantha. [=  So we all headed down to Hacienda. (The car ride there I had to sit on the floor though.)Parviez had to give me a piggy back ride around Hacienda cause I cut my foot and it was really hurting me. Any who I had no cash flow so I shared Jamba with Vik. Then there was these dudes that was hellllla staring and Vik, Elias, and Parviez was like "get their number's, get there number's" so we did. Haha! But then one of the dude's was bein hella disrespectful so Elias and Vik was callin me they're little sister. And yeah, they wanted to fight but it didnt happen. So we got in the car and sang in Elias's ear and took picchaaaaaaaaasWe went to Parviez garage and I practically fell off this one piece of work out equipment. All and all today was a good day. How was your's? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-3146785109351392506?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/3146785109351392506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=3146785109351392506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3146785109351392506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/3146785109351392506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/hacienda.html' title='HACIENDA.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-9097250256834190229</id><published>2008-08-05T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:00:53.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan Che.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dylan Che is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestestest&lt;/span&gt; soon to be sophomore ever and this is why: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dylangotsole&lt;/span&gt;: "damn girl, you got a blog to now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dayzsabayzsa&lt;/span&gt;: "yea....is that a bad thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dylangotsole&lt;/span&gt;: "no. well it might seem like your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; cocky. but i think its fine. i personally like a only about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dayzsa&lt;/span&gt; page. i mean all you ;] who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; like that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was pretty chill. I got woke up by my dad though, just to put away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;groceries&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't go back to sleep after that. I cleaned one to many times today. Made dinner too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt; besides that I've been on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and this blog. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; as this may sound, I'm ready for school to start back up. Nineteen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; more day's though. Well that's it for now folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O-V4LGAVyug/SJkhMinzppI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DcpFZws2TFE/s1600-h/food+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-9097250256834190229?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/9097250256834190229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=9097250256834190229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9097250256834190229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/9097250256834190229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/dylan-che.html' title='Dylan Che.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-1497243205977623071</id><published>2008-08-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:20:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it IS Dayzsa Janae Alvarado. STILL&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;getting used to things. Some thanks to Charles for making this for me, apparently, I was the first to ever ask. It's been crazy for me the past few day's, just know that. We'll see how long I can actually keep this up for. Love, Dayzsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-1497243205977623071?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/1497243205977623071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=1497243205977623071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1497243205977623071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/1497243205977623071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/number-two.html' title='Number Two.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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-713498270628862358.post-8169636859796149265</id><published>2008-08-04T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:39:28.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number one.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm random much, but at the moment, this is not &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dayzsa janae alvarado, this is Charles Mc. I made this blog for her, cause she asked and since im a very nice guy i actually came through with it lol. But other than that i hope she updates this, but if your bored at the moment visit my blog http://charlesmcclanahan.blogspot.com/ ; btw i miss you daysza and its been a long time since ive seen you =(, actually makes me sad. well ill end it right here night, heres a photo from my flickr,enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27943391@N03/2724472930/" title="satin. by Charles Mc, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2724472930_89e1caaaca.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="satin." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713498270628862358-8169636859796149265?l=dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/feeds/8169636859796149265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713498270628862358&amp;postID=8169636859796149265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8169636859796149265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713498270628862358/posts/default/8169636859796149265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzsabayzsa.blogspot.com/2008/08/number-one.html' title='Number one.'/><author><name>Dayzsaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15767455470044206083</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2724472930_89e1caaaca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
