<?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-2142003855411837150</id><updated>2012-01-22T17:42:31.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelica Winston</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8458057499596092090</id><published>2012-01-20T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T21:12:05.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this wedding has been pushed off....</title><content type='html'>"I gotta talk to you." I said to Dim as I walked into his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it babe?" He asked as he set down his phone, ending his conversation with a drunk Chase for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting the edge of the bed next to where he was, I tried to figure out how exactly I was going to phrase this. "We're getting married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked. "And if you picked a date it'd be official."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha. Ha." I said sarcastically. "It's about that actually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You picked a date?" Dim said, not covering up the shock in his voice or facial expressions very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well not exactly." I buried my head in his chest. "I don't want it to be soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is this?" Dimitri asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and slight fear. "And don't even say it's because you and Steve eloped." he added as a quick afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how he still isn't over that. I lifted my head off his chest, grinning. "Damn you took my answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Jells." Dimitri raised his eyebrow and gave me 'the cut the crap' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine." I gave in as I laid my head sideways on his chest. "I....I wanna wait until Kitty's better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel that he was about to say something so I quickly sat myself up and sat cross-legged on him. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm crazy and that it's not going to be all better soon." I was speaking fast, hands flying everywhere as if they were supposed to help me get my point across. "I know that it's not going to be perfect any time soon, and I don't want to wait that long either! But I need to know she's making progress and I don't want to put on this whole charade like everyone is fine and she's one of my best friends and I love her but I love you too so don't think that I don't want to marry you it's just I'm really scared for her and I just want her to be healthy." I took several deep breaths, trying to make up for my lack of breathing in my rambling speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim just laughed and grabbed my hands. "I was actually going to say that I thought it was a great idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally slapping myself for not letting him speak, I let out an exhausted sigh and fell back into his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------the next day-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tapped my fingernails on Kitty’s door as I entered with a reassuring smile from Dim, who was waiting in the hall. “Kittay Kattay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked up from her bed, “Jell-O!” Running over to hug me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she felt even smaller than before. She took my hand and we sat next to each other on the not-so-comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“How’re you doing Kit?” I managed to fake a smile.&lt;i&gt; “Don’t bring it up too soon Jells, lead into it.”&lt;/i&gt; Dim had advised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“As well as can be expected. But enough about me! What’s up with this wedding Jells, it’s getting ridiculous!” I could tell by her eyes she was struggling to stay strong. I didn’t push it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” I said it slowly as I picked at the thin sheet on the bed. “I was kinda thinking that maybe I should put it off for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Lesbian feelings for Bre?” Kit asked winking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Well that isn’t the only reason.” I said laughing. “But no, I……I want to wait until you are doing better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mood immediately changed. “No you don’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yes Kit, yes I do. You are my best friend an-“&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I’m not getting better overnight.” She cut me off icily. I tried to brush it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I know that Kit! I’m fully aware! I just want to see a little progress, that’s all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Well I think that’s a ridiculous idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I patted her hands, and internally sighed. “Kit, this is what I’ve decided and I just wanted to let you know.” I began to get up, I didn’t want to start a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Well sorry I’m not healing fast enough for you, little miss Bridezilla. You don't have to fake like you would rather see me get better than get married.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something inside me snapped. I was sick of this bullshit. I was so sick of her comments. I was so sick of her pushing me away. I whipped around my hair, almost hitting her in the face. “How the hell do you think this behavior makes Two-Bit feel? Huh? Here we are, all trying our hardest to do everything we can for you, and he has to watch his wife struggle while she’s pushing away all the people who care for her. Him included. Is nothing ever enough for you?” At this point I was close enough to her to see the faint freckles dotted across her “perfect” skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m not sure who started it, but next thing I knew, it was a fight to the death. Managing to get her hands out of my hair, I swung Kitty off of me into the door, slamming it shut. She immediately reacted by pushing me into the dresser, and I knew the knobs would bruise my back. I must have thrown her hard, because I could hear Dim struggling to open the door. I had no time to worry about that as Kitty punched me directly in the eye. Temporarily blinded, I launched myself at Kitty, knocking her to the ground. As she kicked at me, I managed to get her square in the nose and blood immediately began to flow. You think you’ve seen Kitty mad before. Trust me, you haven’t. It was if I angered a sleeping banshee. Now we were on the ground, both of us struggling to be dominate in this fight. By the time Dim flung the door open, I could taste the blood in my mouth from a cut lip and I was aching everywhere. Kitty didn’t look too much better, if not worse with her tiny body. Dimitri grabbed me around the torso, pulling me off of Kitty who was on the ground struggling to regain her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew he was conflicted as whose side to take. Take your fiancées side and face the wrath of Kitty or take one of your best friend’s side and potentially end up single. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!” He yelled at the both of us as if we were two little kids who got a hold of our father’s liquor stash. Kitty struggled to stand up. She staggered over to her bed, but managed to say “Good luck with having a crazy bitch as a wife Dim.” before falling over onto it in exhaustion. I could feel the anger rise again, but I couldn’t do anything before I was pulled out of the room by Dimitri’s strong arms.&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/2142003855411837150-8458057499596092090?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8458057499596092090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-this-wedding-has-been-pushed-off.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8458057499596092090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8458057499596092090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-this-wedding-has-been-pushed-off.html' title='Why this wedding has been pushed off....'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-1546898222890588350</id><published>2011-12-29T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:11:28.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup.</title><content type='html'>Wowza. Haven't posted in a while. Well I thought I'd tell ya'all the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I.....eloped! :D&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;&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;Bahahahahahahahha! Juuuuuuust kidding....... Or am I? I told that one to Dim. He didn't like it. But Soda got pretty jealous of me. I always knew something was up here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/24100000/Sodapop-Curtis-and-Steve-Randle-sodapop-curtis-24176249-380-304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 304px;" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/24100000/Sodapop-Curtis-and-Steve-Randle-sodapop-curtis-24176249-380-304.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-1546898222890588350?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/1546898222890588350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/12/sup.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1546898222890588350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1546898222890588350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/12/sup.html' title='Sup.'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6234411830836657196</id><published>2011-05-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:48:04.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic News.....</title><content type='html'>This month I decided to finally grow a pair and talk to my dad about my whole...."situation". I had been postponing it in the fear that my father would murder Dimitri and use him as a cadaver for those wannabe Grey's Anatomy med school students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my father at the hospital cafeteria during his lunch break, and I was so nervous I thought I was going to puke. He was going to be so disappointed in me. What if he brought up my mom? I know she would be sad if she were still around and I didn't need to hear it from him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of chit chat, I decided to slowly ease the conversation my way. "Hey dad...remember those pregnancy tests I got here for April Fool's day?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh, what about them?" he asked never looking up from his salad, which was good for me so he couldn't see how close I was to throwing up all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...how...how accurate do you think they were?" I questioned trying to keep my tone light and curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and laughed. "Oh honey, those tests were way past expired. They were going to be thrown out, that's the only reason I let you take them. I wouldn't trust those for an accurate result. Why are you asking? Think you have a little bun in the oven?" He said the last part jokingly and with a wink. I felt as if a tremendous weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I wanted to cry, scream out with joy, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet. Not until I was 100% sure....aaaaaand far away from my father. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced a laugh. "Nah just curious..a friend of mine wanted to use one of the extra ones I have, so I just wanted to be sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, I rushed immediately to store, got a new test and got home ASAP. I waited for the test results and it felt like it was hours, though in reality it was only a few minutes. I nervously glanced at the results and started to tear up as soon as I realized what it said: negative. I shakily picked up the phone to call Dimitri at work. "Hey babe, I have some fantastic news to tell you.........."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6234411830836657196?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6234411830836657196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantastic-news.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6234411830836657196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6234411830836657196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantastic-news.html' title='Fantastic News.....'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8345808398475492184</id><published>2011-04-30T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:41:14.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>April Fools Day. The one day where the Two-Bits of the world have an excuse to pull stupid pranks. It's also the day where the girlfriends of the world, like moi, prank the shit out of their amazing boyfriends because we can always withhold sex if they don't forgive us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I needed a good prank, a prank that would overshadow everyone else's. Naturally, I went to the great Miss Kitty for her wise advice and guidance in the art of creative pranking. [Sidenote: Kitty, are you interested in the 'joke-itorial arts'? Please tell me you get that reference. :P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of brainstorming, we came up with the rather simple master plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) Have Katie pee on a pregnancy test&lt;br /&gt;2nd) Tell Dimitri it's my test.&lt;br /&gt;3rd) Enjoy how freaked out he gets.&lt;br /&gt;4th) Sadly have to end the joke, and admit the truth. (How long I waited would have to be determined on the spot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything went fine at first. Katie peed on the test, and after she left Kitty tossed one at me. "Pee on it." she demanded, her eyes never leaving the Friends marathon that was on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....Why?" I asked cautiously, wondering if Grandma Liz's desire for grandchildren had warped Kitty's mind as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you can have a test to prove that you aren't pregnant, Sherlock." she said in that matter-of-fact Kitty way. "I thought you were the smart Winston cousin." she mumbled under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bitch." I said while chucking the box at her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slowly turned her head and gave me one of the scariest looks I've ever seen. "Whore." she hurled it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Skank." I hit her smack dab in the middle of her forehead. We continued on like this for a few minutes until she finally got her lazy ass off the couch and shoved me in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took the test, I left it in the bathroom and chilled with Kitty on the couch. "Hey." Kitty said after a few minutes. "Shouldn't you go get the test and hide it, so Dimwit doesn't see?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True." I said and headed to the bathroom. I picked up the test and my eyes glanced quickly over the result. Positive. "Thank God." I thought to myself, not quite registering what it said. Wait! WHAT?!? I looked again and my eyes saw right. The test said positive. I felt like I was going to pass out. How is this even possible? There weren't any signs! What am I going to tell Dimitri? Will I even tell him?!? What if it's just wrong? But what if it's right?!? I gripped the counter and saw my face pale in the mirror. I had to act, and act fast. I had cracked the test in my counter gripping process so I just snapped it into two pieces completely. I put them in two separate pieces of tissue and shoved them in the bottom of the garbage. I leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my face when Kitty called my name. "Jelly? Are you coming back anytime soon? I don't want to keep this on pause for forever." I wiped away my tears and put on a fake smile as I left the bathroom, and headed towards the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hid the test really well. No one will find it." I smiled, telling the truth without telling everything. I couldn't tell her right now, could I? I don't even know if it was accurate? My mind was still a mess. "Awesome. Dim is totally going to freak out." Kitty said grinning. "Yeah he probably will." I said as I sat down on the couch, mentally planning what I was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ LATER THAT DAY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;It was show time. Well sort of. I had Katie's test in my pocket and still wasn't sure if I was going to pretend it was a joke or if I was going to tell the truth. Technically I would be telling the truth, but if I went through with it would be the big decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you may want to sit down." I said calmly to Dimitri. As expected, a confused look crossed his face but he did it anyways. "What's going on Jels?" he asked slowly, as if afraid to know the answer. I sat down next to him on the couch and grabbed his hand. I felt panic rising in my stomach. It's now or never, I thought to myself. I looked into his eyes and said "I'm pregnant." It was if time stood still as I waited for his reaction. He looked speechless, scared and confused. I saw his face and knew I couldn't tell the truth, at least not when I wasn't sure. "April Fools!" I exclaimed on instinct. He let out a sigh of relief and grinned as he gave me a huge hug. "You really had me scared there babe." He gave me a kiss, and I said "Yeah it was a pretty good joke." all the while wondering what hole I just dug myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~ LATER ON ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pacing around the apartment, freaking out. I was so lost. So confused. I felt like the hugest liar in the universe. I had to talk to someone, and I knew exactly the someone I had to talk to. I knocked on Kitty's bedroom door and impatiently waited for her to answer. "What's up Jelatin?" she asked curiously. "Can I.....can we talk for a couple minutes." I asked quietly looking at the ground. "Yeah of course." she put her arm around me and we sat on her bed. "What's wrong?" Kitty asked holding my hand. That's when the tears started to come. I looked into her eyes, her face blurry from my tears. "I think..I think I'm pregnant."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-8345808398475492184?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8345808398475492184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8345808398475492184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8345808398475492184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5683893820999946590</id><published>2011-02-05T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:31:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is brought to you by peer pressure -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Man I haven't posted in a long time O.o Well have no fear because Jelly is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been debating what to post about. I mean, a lot of shit has happened since I posted last. But if you were expecting a super emotional post, sorry you should probably go read one of Kitty's infamous posts ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be random...mainly because I haven't put a lot of thought into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think the Packers will win the Superbowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scratch that. I know they will win the Superbowl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitty has gotten me sucked into a Gossip Girl FB game......I don't even watch the show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My unicorn, Charlie, is super-duper-fantabulous! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chase didn't want me to tell you this, but he cried during Ya Ya Sisterhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am in love with a man named Dimitri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who got hit by a car for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And now has a broken pelvis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What has your man done for you lately? ;P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duran Duran is amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This post kind of sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm only doing this because I gave into peer pressure -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carson is a sexy beast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Seventeen magazine came today. Miranda Cosgrove is on the cover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have creepy stories about spring break vacations gone wrong in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you made it this far, I'm proud of you :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goonies never say die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sorry that this post fails. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard Simmons scares yet entertains me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clowns scare me as well. They need to stay out of my fricken bubble. -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sooooooooooooooo yeah. That's my post. Stay tuned for a hopefully better one! Save Ferris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-5683893820999946590?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5683893820999946590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-peer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5683893820999946590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5683893820999946590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-peer.html' title='This post is brought to you by peer pressure -.-'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8045750838719199818</id><published>2010-12-19T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:31:03.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picky Panda</title><content type='html'>Kitty and I recently embarked on a day long dress shopping adventure for her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........Let’s just say that it wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time of searching....and searching......AND searching, we found the&lt;br /&gt;perfect bridesmaids dresses. (look on Kitty's FB for pics. Blogger doesn't like me -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hunt turned towards the Maid of Honors' dresses. Here's how that went.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: "Too blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: "I don't like the flowers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty: "Jelly. No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found the perfecto dress for Dawn and I. (check FB -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the grand finale, we found the most GORGEOUS dress for Kitty. Let's just say she will look quite sexy in it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: KitKat Sarah Curtis is one picky panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the lame post. Kitty made me post it. Bitch -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. So I'm making her post the pics MWAHAHAHHAHAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. Dawn if you're reading this, we need to plan a kick ass bachelorette party. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-8045750838719199818?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8045750838719199818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/12/picky-panda.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8045750838719199818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8045750838719199818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/12/picky-panda.html' title='Picky Panda'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-1758022910867066788</id><published>2010-11-28T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:30:50.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll Be There For You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of what the perfect present for Kittay Katty would be. I thought and I thought and I thought. Then an idea struck me. She is always saying how she wants to move out of the Curtis house. I have been thinking about moving out myself. Then I thought who is one of Kitty's other favorite people in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two-Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Two-Bit and I put our minds together to come up with a plan. Scary, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for weeks Two-Bitch and I searched. (Well mostly me. :P ) Then we found the perfect place. A three bedroom, two bathroom apartment that was at a reasonable price. 5 gold stars go to Jelly and her Sam Winchester worthy research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to face the terrifying task of convincing Darry. It took about an hour of begging, telling him every single detail, and me fake crying a little to finally get him to say............YES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a cover I gave Kitty &lt;em&gt;Rio&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Seven &amp;amp; The Ragged Tiger&lt;/em&gt; (which are both Duran Duran albums :P ) and pretended that those were her real presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashforward to yesterday. During the day Two-Bitch and I put the final touches on the apartment. Actually more like me. He sat down after about 20 minutes and started eating some chocolate cake he brought with -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we pulled up to the Curtis house and sorta maybe kidnapped Kitty :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were a couple of blocks away I put a blindfold over Kitty's eyes. "Angelica! What the hell are you doing?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll see." I said mysteriously causing Two-Bit to go into one of his famous laughing fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guided Kitty out of the car, into the elevator and onto our floor. Two-Bit picked Kitty up bridal style causing her to yell...a lot (I should have duct taped her mouth) as I swung open the door. Two-Bit set her down and pulled the blindfold off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of surprise, confusion, and mainly WTF crossed Kitty's face. Grinning, Two-Bit gave her a small box. She opened it and picked up her keys to the apartment. Two-Bit and I took out ours as I said "Welcome home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yeah Blogger hates me. Look on FB for pics of our new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2142003855411837150-1758022910867066788?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/1758022910867066788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1758022910867066788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1758022910867066788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll Be There For You&quot;'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5860742716474604583</id><published>2010-11-13T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:30:33.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture of Feelings</title><content type='html'>The morning after the party at Dimitri's, I headed over to his house to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said hi to Elena on my way up the stairs and once I reached Dimitri's closed door, I knocked. "Dimitri?" I asked, wondering if he was still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...just a second." he said oddly. 'Weirdo.' I thought to myself as I waited. A few seconds later I heard a a crash. Wtf? So I opened the door to see what was going on. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dimitri was naked on top of some half naked chick. I can't describe in one word how I felt. I felt mad, sad, dissapointed, confused.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and left without a word. I ignored Dimitri calling my name as I ran past a confused Elena. I was walking out the door as I heard Elena yelling something at the chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were blurry with tears which caused me to fumble with my keys. I was still fumbling when Dimitri ran out the door in his boxers. "Jels! Please let me explain!" he pleaded as he placed his hand on my arm. I jerked my arm away and gave him an expression that was a mixture of anger and mainly hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I opened my car door I said "Screw. You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-5860742716474604583?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5860742716474604583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/11/fat-chance.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5860742716474604583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5860742716474604583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/11/fat-chance.html' title='Mixture of Feelings'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5473436964833253123</id><published>2010-11-05T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:30:17.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Blink Of An Eye</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how fast your life can change. One moment you're blowing off some douche at the DX, and the next that same douche is attacking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story starts at the DX. I was hanging out with Steve, Dimitri, and Soda like any other day. We were having a good time, when some guy comes up to me. "Hey baby." he said obviously checking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I know you?" I asked giving him an 'are you freaking serious' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, but I'm sure you want to." the dude said as he smirked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guys starting to tense up. I looked over and rolled my eyes as if saying 'Don't worry about this guy', not wanting anything to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look nice in that dress," he said commenting on my sundress "but I'm sure you look even better out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the guys could kick his ass I said with the attitude of 5 thirteen year old girls, "Why don't you take your lame ass pick-up line and get the hell outta here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he didn't like being told off by a girl because his face got real red and he looked like he wanted to smack me. But he saw the guys and started to walk away, but not before he muttered something to me. I swore he said "You'll regret this." but I couldn't bee too sure and just blew it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long after that I said goodbye to the guys and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove, I played some Backstreet Boys and sang along. If only I knew what was waiting for me home then. I would've turned around and taken up Dimitri's offer of waiting for him to get done with work and hanging out at his place. But, all I knew was that the Backstreet Boys reunion on Oprah was waiting for me on the DVR list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached my empty house and searched for my keys in my bag. I found them just as I reached the porch. Just as I had unlocked the door someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth as they shoved me into my house. I turned around expecting it to be Two-Bit or someone playing a joke on me. It wasn't. It was the douche from the DX and he had the scariest look on his face, a look I'll never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath caught in my throat and I bolted to the stairs. He grabbed my foot and my nose smacked onto one of the steps. I could taste blood in my mouth as he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. "Just where do you think you're going baby?" he asked viciously as his hands dug into my arms. He took my purse and chucked it into the living room causing all its contents, including my phone, to scatter across the room. I kneed him in the groin as an escape attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big mistake." he growled as he took me and hurled me into the living room, my side colliding with the wooden desk. I tried to ignore the searing pain as I looked for something to throw as he charged towards me. I found some paperweight but missed by mile as the pain in my side rapidly increased as soon as I raised my arm. He grabbed my shoulders and smashed my head into the mirror. I was seeing stars as he said "You just don't learn do you?" I tried stabbing him with a piece of the broken glass but he threw me aside as if I were as light as a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a huge crack as I landed on my left wrist. I screamed in pain as he stood there laughing, a maniacal look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I was trying so hard to think of an escape but the pain was pushing me to the brink of blacking out. My thoughts were becoming increasingly blurry as I spotted my phone, just a few feet from me. He seemed to spot it at the same time as I did. I lunged for it and was just a few inches away from grabbing it when he tackled me and slid the phone across the room. He flipped me onto my back and pinned me. "I think you need to be taught a lesson." he growled with a wicked look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........Well, you're smart enough to figure out what happened next.........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I fought back, God did I fight. Every time I screamed for help or tried to hit back, he just hit me twice as hard as the last time. That wasn't the worst pain I felt at that moment. It hurt like.......I can't even compare that pain to anything I've ever felt before. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Over and over and over again. The pain increased every time and the sick bastard enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he decided he was done, he kissed my forehead and delivered a final punch to my already throbbing head. The sound of the door slamming seemed so far away as I layed on the floor of my living room, beaten and violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, I mustered enough strentgh to roll over. With my blurred vision I located my phone across the room. I tried standing, which was a stupid idea. I ended up crawling, supporting my hurt wrist and leaving bloody handprints with my good hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the phone, and called the first person I could think of. I sat shivering &amp; shaking as the phone rang, praying that he wouldn't come back. "Hey Kitty," I said with a hoarse voice from screaming "could you.....could you come over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-5473436964833253123?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5473436964833253123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-blink-of-eye.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5473436964833253123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5473436964833253123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In The Blink Of An Eye'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-7365798663700797711</id><published>2010-10-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:29:54.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Angelica Winston got a tattoo????????????!!!!!!!???????".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing on your mind is "What the hell is it of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has something to do with something I really love, you may say I'm obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're thinking. "Oh my god. That crazy mofo got herself a tattoo of John Taylor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly no....but you are close. Let me tell you what happened.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone has been getting a piercing or something done lately, and I though "What the hell?" So I started thinking about something that meants a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got it; Duran Duran. (oh yeah). I don't just love them because of John Taylor, their music means a lot to me. It always put a smile on my face when I was going through a tough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was searching the Internet for some ideas, Grandma Liz peaks over my shoulder and says "What are you looking at?" I practically jumped out of my chair -.- "Oooo are you looking at tattoos?"she asked as her eyes got wide with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um yeah." I answered not sure how she'd react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whose that chick?" she asked pointing to a tattoo of Nick Rhodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;, is the keyboardist for Duran Duran." I clarified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that 80's band with the hot-as-hell bassist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I decided what one I wanted to get, it was time to go get it done. Originally I was only going to bring Dimitri and Kittay Katty with me. Then Elena decided she wanted to come. The Pony wanted to come. And finally G-ma Liz decided to tag along....and bring a flask. She said "I'd need it afterwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got settled, Elena was sitting on the counter, Pony was on the floor, Dimitri was holding my hand, Kittay was sitting next to me and Grandma Liz was hitting on the tattoo artist, Ryan. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ryan was getting his supplies ready and getting hit on by a woman twice his age, Dimitri looked at me and asked with concern "You okay babe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I'll be fine." I said not too sure of myself as I saw the size of the needle thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll get you a bucket if you need to puke!" Pony said from the floor, trying to cheer me up. It didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright Jelly, let's get started." Ryan said after he cleaned the inside of my right wrist with cleaning stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son of a bitch!" I yelled Dean Winchester style as he started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok Jels. Think of your love for John Taylor. Imagine meeting him, and he compliments your tattoo." Kitty said to me, calming me down. I don't think it made Dimitri feel too hot though :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of 'son of a bitches', Grandma and Elena laughing, Pony looking like he was going to throw up and daydreaming about John Taylor complimenting my tattoo...it was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy chizz." I said after it was done while Dimitri rubbed my back, trying to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Liz handed me the flask. "Told ya you'd need it."&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;Since Blogger hates me, and won't let me upload a picture, I will upload a pic of my tattoo to FB and hopefully be able to put it in this post when Blogger likes me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, the tattoo I got is a smaller version of the one John has on his arm! *fangirl scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2142003855411837150-7365798663700797711?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/7365798663700797711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/10/tattoo-adventure.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7365798663700797711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7365798663700797711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/10/tattoo-adventure.html' title='Tattoo Adventure'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5743087206253224422</id><published>2010-10-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:29:39.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Baaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I got an interesting call today. Guess who the caller was.........Grandma Liz. She said she's coming back to town. She said she had a "lovely time" with the gang and wants to see you all again. (I personally think that she just wants to grope Dimitri again. :P ) Oh and she will be here tomorrow. Well thanks for the warning Grandma. *insert eye roll here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to warn you all about the force-to-be-reckoned-with that's coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Elton John, "The bitch is back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2142003855411837150-5743087206253224422?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5743087206253224422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-baaack.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5743087206253224422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5743087206253224422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/10/shes-baaack.html' title='She&apos;s Baaack'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-4601615339221570764</id><published>2010-09-20T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:29:22.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I call Jensen."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day I was chilling eating a muffin (there you go Johnny :D) when I heard this on the radio........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you a fan of the hit CW show Supernatural? Would you love to hang out with the shows stars, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles? You and two of your closest friends could win a fully paid for 5 day visit to the set in Vancouver! Go to our website to enter and get more details."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just about choked on my muffin. I went online to the website and sure enough it's legit. After I stopped hyperventilating I called my Supernatural buddies, Carson and Blair and told them to get their asses online and enter too. I looked at all the details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Everything is paid for; airplane tickets, everything at the hotel, food, shopping and a limo to bring you from place to place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost choked on my muffin.....again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to a few hours ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blair, Carson, and I are waiting for the radio people to announce the winners. Meanwhile we are watching random Supernatural dedicated videos on Youtube. That sparked a bit of a fight. Carson and I wanted to watch Dean Winchester videos, while Blair wanted to watch [insert WTF face here] Sam Winchester videos. As we came to a resolution we heard the chorus for "Carry On My Wayward Son" which was the sign that they were about to announce the winners. We immediately shut up as Mr. Radio Dude was like "Supernatural fans, it is that time. We are going to call the winner of the contest. I am going to call the winner.....now." We hear a ringing noise for a couple of seconds. Then my phone starts to ring. I looked wide-eyed at Car and Blair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No fuckin way....." Carson whispers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I answer hesitantly "H-h-hello?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Angelica Winston?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are the winner!!!!!!!!!!!" Its Mr. Radio Dude!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh. My. God." Blair says as Carson looks like she's going to pass out and I start jumping around like a freakin idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I finally hang up with Mr. Radio Dude, Carson says with a smirk " I call Jensen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are leaving on Thursday  afternoon for our little trip, it officially starts Friday, and should get back late Tuesday. We'll keep you updated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-4601615339221570764?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/4601615339221570764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-call-jensen.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4601615339221570764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4601615339221570764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-call-jensen.html' title='&quot;I call Jensen.&quot;'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-3485149803197431770</id><published>2010-09-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:29:08.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a post all about randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dallas' Favorite Barbie From When We Were Kids &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N0cObRdh3c/SXoxf3hqsOI/AAAAAAAABK0/ZekDNohjWgI/s400/thb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 352px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N0cObRdh3c/SXoxf3hqsOI/AAAAAAAABK0/ZekDNohjWgI/s400/thb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called her Winona Rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Lovers (so far ;P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack Skellington&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dean Winchester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle Jesse from Full House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edward Cullen.........just kidding! He creeps me out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Taylor.......I wish. -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, and Dimitri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Richard Simmons!!!!&lt;a href="http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/style/files/2009/04/richard-simmons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 382px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.philadelphiaweekly.com/style/files/2009/04/richard-simmons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Duran Duran, but this made me laugh! (The caption is wrong though. The year is more like 1982.)&lt;a href="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/duran-duran-1986-gayer-than-advertised.jpg?w=470&amp;amp;h=350"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 470px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/duran-duran-1986-gayer-than-advertised.jpg?w=470&amp;amp;h=350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I have for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-3485149803197431770?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/3485149803197431770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/09/randomness.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3485149803197431770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3485149803197431770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0N0cObRdh3c/SXoxf3hqsOI/AAAAAAAABK0/ZekDNohjWgI/s72-c/thb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8700214515679418643</id><published>2010-08-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:28:54.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update On Life</title><content type='html'>Soooo I really don't know what else to post about so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about what happened. It happened so fast and was just so....so.... I guess the word is terrifying. I really don't like talking about it though. I'm physically recovered but I can't say the same about mentally or emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNIVERSARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! That was one of the best experiences of my life, and I had it with the best person possible. Having a shark a few feet behind is truly freaky. Especially when you don't know it at that exact moment -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Skellington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret is out. Jack Skellington and I rendezvous ALL the time ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah soooo I know this post isn't much buuuuuuuttt it's all my tired brain can handle at the moment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-8700214515679418643?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8700214515679418643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-update-on-life.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8700214515679418643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8700214515679418643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-update-on-life.html' title='A Little Update On Life'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-4117063652148714043</id><published>2010-07-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:28:37.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Has Left The City</title><content type='html'>After all of the guilt from you guys, I am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S GOOONE!!! (Hmm that makes me think of the Hall &amp; Oates song.) Wow. I don't know if I am emotionally and mentally ready to talk about my recent experiences with Grandma Liz, but I shall try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HER ARRIVAL&lt;br /&gt;As my Dad and the taxi driver hauled all of her luggage, Grandma came into the house, said “Oh Angelica!” and gave me the tightest hug in the history of hugs. “You look so grown up and beautiful!”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks Grandma.” I said, still recovering from that hug.&lt;br /&gt;“So my dear” she said looking me up and down “what size bra do you wear?” &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Dad interjected with “Let me show you wear you will be staying Mom.”&lt;br /&gt; As she was walking away Grandma called “Angelica, sweetheart, can you make me a drink?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Learning that she is a great grandma&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she insisted on seeing Dallas, so she me go find him. Finally after what seemed like forever, I found him at the DX talking with Steve and Sodapop. “Hey Jelly!” Sodapop called, but when he saw the look on my face he asked “What's wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Dally and said “ Grandma dearest wants to see you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh shit. Uh, tell her that I am busy or something.” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“No way Dal! You can't avoid her forever.” I said. “ If you don't tell her about Blaze yourself, I'll have to and you don't know what else I might just happen to tell her.” I added smirking.&lt;br /&gt;“Man Dal, if I were you I would go see her. You can't risk the damage little ol' Angelica here can cause.” Steve said playfully elbowing me. Dally narrowed his eyes at him but gave in and came with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to my house Grandma gave Dallas a huge hug, and the look on his face was priceless!! “How are you sweetie?” she asked him.&lt;br /&gt;“Listen Grandma. I,uh, got something to tell ya.” Dallas said as he sat on the couch. I started to walk away not wanting to face the wrath of Grandma, but Dally grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to him. “You are not leaving me alone with her.” he whispered to me. &lt;br /&gt;“What is it Dallas?” G-ma Liz asked as she settled into a chair.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I'm kinda.....a...dad.”&lt;br /&gt;“You are a what!?!?” That's when she started her noisy and really scary rant/lecture. After she was done with him, she turned to me and said. “ Angelica Marie Winston, how could you let him  do this?!?! You two are cousins! You are supposed to look out for eachother!!!” After she was relatively calmed down, she made Dally tell her about Blaze. Thank god she likes babies or somebody would have been killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright you guys, there will be more about Grandma to come. I think I need a therapist. I know that you guys spent some time with her so why dont you post about it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wrote this post with a Wii remote and a LOT of patience, so there better be a lot of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-4117063652148714043?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/4117063652148714043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandma-has-left-city.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4117063652148714043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4117063652148714043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandma-has-left-city.html' title='Grandma Has Left The City'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-436835964382261002</id><published>2010-07-11T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:28:19.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say that I am going to post soon but right now I am using my Wii and it would take forever to write my super long post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-436835964382261002?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/436835964382261002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-wanted-to-say-that-i-am-going-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/436835964382261002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/436835964382261002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-wanted-to-say-that-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5166609865998175938</id><published>2010-06-28T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:28:00.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Coming To Town???</title><content type='html'>My father has informed me that Dallas and I's grandmother is coming to town. I don't know if any of you remember the last time that she came to town, which was probably 5 years ago but I will refresh you on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her name is Elizabeth Marie Winston. I call her Grandma Liz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She constantly has a drink in her hand. When I was younger she used to tell me it was her medicine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She tells it like it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She smokes. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes to tell people that she is still 35.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's very flirtatious. Be prepared guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has actually given me great advice about boys, makeup and life in general.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She LOVES driving fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She tends to have a lot of luggage. She can have two full bags just for makeup and hair supplies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So overall she is definitley a Winston! Dimitri watch out, she is going to insist on meeting you. She will be here in a few days and I have no idea how long she is staying. At least I won't have to stay home constantly since for one that would probably annoy the hell out of her and she will probably have plans within a few hours of arriving in town. I don't know why she is coming, she told my Dad that she just felt like visiting. I think she has another reason, and I will figure it out. So be prepared guys, Grandma is coming to town!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487935253257639570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TCkQCVjD1pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0MvIfYt9hnY/s320/susan_sarandon_20091227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-5166609865998175938?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5166609865998175938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-whos-coming-to-town.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5166609865998175938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5166609865998175938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-whos-coming-to-town.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Coming To Town???'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TCkQCVjD1pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0MvIfYt9hnY/s72-c/susan_sarandon_20091227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5960403288369941340</id><published>2010-06-13T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:27:37.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>On FB I saw that I had a friend request from John Taylor. I did a double take. John Taylor!!!! Holy shit!! Is it really from the Duran Duran bassist that I love ?!?! So I look at his page......................................and it wasnt the same John Taylor. Sigh. I was extremely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-5960403288369941340?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5960403288369941340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/06/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5960403288369941340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5960403288369941340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/06/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-7901487009744129755</id><published>2010-05-27T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:27:06.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing to conquer the world</title><content type='html'>Kitty, Dimitri and I tried to conquer the world. We failed. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-7901487009744129755?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/7901487009744129755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/05/failing-to-conquer-world.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7901487009744129755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7901487009744129755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/05/failing-to-conquer-world.html' title='Failing to conquer the world'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-3280771020941470592</id><published>2010-05-10T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:26:48.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Freakin Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Mother's Day. The day that I have dreaded ever since my mom died. I turn on the radio and there are songs being requested for moms, there are special programs on the tv, and there are Mother's Day articles in the newspaper. I thought my head was going to explode, I couldn't get away from any of it!! So I grabbed an old photo album, some flowers and went to the one place where I could escape everything. The graveyard. And yes I do realize that that sounded kinda creepy. So I found my mom's tombstone and placed the flowers right by it. I sat down and started talking. I told her about how things were going and at first I felt really stupid talking to someone I couldn't even see, but then I got more comfortable with it. As I started looking through the photo album, I started telling my mom about how much I missed and loved her. Then I just burst into tears. I was letting out all the horrible feelings I have had since my Mom died. I then felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned to see Sodapop. I didnt know why he was there, and I didnt care. I buried my face in his chest and I cried like I have never cried before, while he held me, stroked my hair and let me cry without saying anything. I'm sure I was a lovely sight after all that crying. Happy Freakin Mothers Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-3280771020941470592?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/3280771020941470592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-freakin-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3280771020941470592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3280771020941470592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-freakin-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Freakin Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6492867854552954048</id><published>2010-04-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:26:31.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity</title><content type='html'>Today I spent a lot of time getting ready. I thought I would dress up for a change. I thought was looking pretty nice and had a cool new pair of shorts on. I'm thinking "Hey! I think I may have gotten over my insecurity issues! I'm feeling pretty good today. Kittay can work miracles, she is like female Dr. Phil." That is until I ran into Steve at the Curtis'. He looked me up and down, then he said with a smirk on his face " You look like shit today Jellatin and those shorts make you look fat." I didn't wait around to see if he was joking. I totally broke down and ran home crying. I know some of you may think I over-reacted or can't take a joke. Thats not the case. Its just that I can be very sensitive about my apperance, I never used to be until, well I moved to Seattle. Nobody knows this besides Kitty. I didnt want to tell everyone because I knew Dallas would want to kill the guy. In Seattle, I had this boyfriend. His name was Corey. At first he was really cool, then it turned into the typical abusive relationship. He started to become really controlling and didn't want me to talk to any guys. I stupidly thought that it was because he cared about me, was jealous of other guys and wanted to protect me. Then it got really bad. He would blow up at everything I said and did. He would call me a fat, ugly, stupid, skanky whore, etc. When I was about to break up with him, he apologized and became the nice guy again. This happened a few times and the last straw was when he tried to make me sleep with him. Luckily I got away and cut things off, but then he would keep calling me and leaving me notes that ridiculed my apperance and called me horrible things and threatened me. I got a restraining order and I haven't seen him since. Now you know where I get my insecurities from. Okay now back to real time. I ran into my house and into my room and fell on my bed. Then I heard Steve come through the front door and he called "Jellatin?" He knocked on my door and came in. When he saw me he sat down on my bed and said " Jelly! I am so sorry! It was just a stupid joke! I...I never should have said it! I'm sooo sorry!" I have never seen Steve be so apologetic in my life! It was hilarious so I burst out laughing. He gave me this wierd laugh but burst into a grin when he saw I was fine. "To tell you the truth", he said sheepishly "I actually think you look really nice today."&lt;br /&gt;"Steven! Did I hear right? Did you actually compliment me?" I said in mock shock.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't push it &lt;em&gt;Angelica&lt;/em&gt;." he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dont even go there Randle" I said as we started making our way back to the Curtis'.&lt;br /&gt;"Make me &lt;em&gt;Angelicaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;!" he called as he started running.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I will!" I called running after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6492867854552954048?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6492867854552954048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/04/insecurity.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6492867854552954048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6492867854552954048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/04/insecurity.html' title='Insecurity'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-980227772998042193</id><published>2010-04-07T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:26:14.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy, That Pathetic Excuse For A Nurse</title><content type='html'>Amy.  Amy is the so called "nurse" who is the main "nurse" assinged to take care of Kit, Johnny and I. In the most conveniant and simplest terms, Amy is an annoying stupid bitch who deserves to be run over by a wheelchair. So if you couldnt tell I am not fond of her, and niether are Johnny and Kittay. She is making Johnny wear this hospital gown that has cows on it. She is trying to make me wear one and I am like Hell No!! She gave Johnny the wrong Jell-O, which may not seem like a big deal but when you are stuck in a hospital its the little things that matter. This is the thing that annoys me the most about her: I was watching St. Elmo's Fire yesterday when Amy walks in. She is all like "OMG! Rob Lowe is soo hot in this movie blah blah blah" I was like "Dont talk to me when Rob Lowe is on the screen." Yet she keeps talking " I used to have a poster of Rob Lowe on my wall, I used to kiss it everyday" Finally I was like "SHUT UP! You are ruining this movie for me!!!!!!!' Then she left. But she still finds the need to talk about him to me. Then today she did the same thing, but I was watching The Breakfast Club and she was talking about Judd Nelson as Bender. sigh. Oh and I need to tell you about the little old man!! Last night he was trying to escape in his wheelchair and Kit and I were cheering him on!!! Kit befriended him and they are plotting to do something to Amy! YAY! Also Kit got him to try to run over Amy today! Hehehe. That dude is awesome! GO LITTLE OLD MAN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace&lt;br /&gt;Jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Brooke, Kittay, Pony and I have made Facebooks!!! So you guys should get your asses on there and make one too! I am under Angelica Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-980227772998042193?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/980227772998042193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/04/amy-that-pathetic-excuse-for-nurse.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/980227772998042193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/980227772998042193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/04/amy-that-pathetic-excuse-for-nurse.html' title='Amy, That Pathetic Excuse For A Nurse'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-7344391838831279111</id><published>2010-04-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:25:55.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of the past few days</title><content type='html'>So here is a summary of the past few days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super depressed that Johnny is missing. I didnt even know what to say or think when I found out. I just hope that he is OK and that he comes home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter --- I pretended not to like the little Easter egg hunt Soda organized, but secretly I thought it was pretty fun!!!! And I got two things in my Easter Egg from Soda, the first is....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7phVKiBUTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4RwikSubowI/s1600/Pacman_earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456780914744971570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7phVKiBUTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4RwikSubowI/s320/Pacman_earrings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This awesome pair of Pacman earrings!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second thing was something that i haven't seen for like 4 years. Before Soda and I dated, when we were still just friends, we gave eachother these friendship necklaces. They were really awesome, but when we broke up I gave my necklace back to Soda. Until yesterday, that was the last time I saw it. But sure enough in my egg there was my friendship necklace from Soda. Here are our necklaces, they arent the normal &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7pkHzVBcKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mMc3xOqWzmA/s1600/sodanecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friendship necklaces!! :D&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456784223499490818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7pkVwmklgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0fytRruJPrI/s320/sodanecklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soda's necklace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7pk1r9vWPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/98upIzqdYiw/s1600/jellyneckalce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456784772010301682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7pk1r9vWPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/98upIzqdYiw/s320/jellyneckalce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My necklace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, Steve and I are new BFF's, he says that I repalce Sodapop! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Kit wants to be mentioned in someones post so KITTY YOU ARE SUPER AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-7344391838831279111?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/7344391838831279111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/04/summary-of-past-few-days.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7344391838831279111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7344391838831279111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/04/summary-of-past-few-days.html' title='Summary of the past few days'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S7phVKiBUTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4RwikSubowI/s72-c/Pacman_earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5109685347952226053</id><published>2010-03-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:25:36.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today my Daddy took the day off of work....just for ME!!! We hung out in our P.J.'s and watched one of the greatest movie series ever.....INDIANA JONES! They are my Dad's personal faves. So we pigged out on popcorn and ice cream. After we were done watching the movies we played Lego Indiana Jones 2 for Wii. You should see how frustrated my Dad gets at the game, its freakin hilarious. One of the best parts of hanging out with him was that we talked. Really talked. We haven't sat down and talked like that in forever. He asked me how I felt about Tanith and really listened to what I had to say and understood what I was saying. So the whole point of this post was to say I love my Daddy :) ..................... and I just realized I'm a HUGE Daddy's girl!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451293377781689410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S6biceUd7EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XyxfJ3F_Y8U/s320/IndianaJones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-5109685347952226053?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5109685347952226053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-with-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5109685347952226053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5109685347952226053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-with-my-dad.html' title='A Day With My Dad'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S6biceUd7EI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XyxfJ3F_Y8U/s72-c/IndianaJones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6087331083644146090</id><published>2010-03-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:06:47.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good....</title><content type='html'>So like 20 minutes ago a fight occured between, originally Dally and that  drunk dumbass Jake + his drunk ass friends. Well Dally was super awesome and kicked all of their asses and they were laying on the ground. Then Lilly punched Jake in the gut and he got super pissed and got up, so did the rest of his friends, and cut Lilly on the neck. Then Jake started to beat up Lilly and I got pissed. So I kick Jake in the nuts and the fight starts up again. After Jake cut Lilly's cheek he punched me right in the face! OWWWIEE! I go ape-shit beating them up. Then Candie gave Lilly a blade and cut one of Jake's friends. The fight ended like a minute later. They all ran away like  the scared little wusses they are. Except one of them was laying on the ground, looking like he was dead. He wasn't, he was just playing dead. HE IS A HORRIBLE ACTOR!! He kept on twitching and moving. I was like, "DUDE TAKE SOME ACTING CLASSES!!! YOU SUCK!!!! When he ran away, Candie and I took Lilly to the hospital, where she currently is, watching Mighty Ducks. She got cut on the cheek and nack and got stabbed in the back of the leg. I got cut up a little but nothing bad. But I have this bruise on my face and its ugly. I hope it goes away by Saturday or I will have to use a ton of make up to cover it up. I can't believe Dally actually let me get in a fight, cause he usually is like a hawk protecting me........ WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DALLAS WINSTON?!?! I read something today that freaked me out. I read a magazine article about a young couple, around 19 or 20, that were engaged and the girl was pregnant. On the day of the wedding the girl got cold feet and ran away. I was like, I don't like this article. I actually screamed HOLY SHIT and fell off my chair. My dad was like WTF? Well there was the longest post I've had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;-Jelly&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This Jake guy is a used douche. What are we going to do about him!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6087331083644146090?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6087331083644146090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-good.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6087331083644146090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6087331083644146090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-good.html' title='Not good....'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6764330345605817578</id><published>2010-03-15T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:34:47.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanith's Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I met Tanith's kids. (You remember her, my Dad's girlfriend) So she has two kids a guy and a girl. The girl's name is Ally and the boy's name is Ben. They are fraternal twins and are my age. They are actually pretty cool and I'm going to hang out with them tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics of them...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57feNkTloI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sRRamzwWNNs/s1600-h/mainImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449038309295888002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57feNkTloI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sRRamzwWNNs/s320/mainImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57f38YP4SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WC4fewDFJlU/s1600-h/brookebajbobb9hg0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449038751358509346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57f38YP4SI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WC4fewDFJlU/s320/brookebajbobb9hg0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57fug7_QUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/E_x4FY0mBS4/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57fAqcz9HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LS_rIdLRek8/s1600-h/165437__elmstreet_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2142003855411837150-6764330345605817578?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6764330345605817578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/taniths-kids.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6764330345605817578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6764330345605817578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/taniths-kids.html' title='Tanith&apos;s Kids'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S57feNkTloI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sRRamzwWNNs/s72-c/mainImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-1751306511575110420</id><published>2010-03-09T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:14:06.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny :)</title><content type='html'>The other night I was so nervous getting ready for my date with Johnny. I wasn't sure what we were going to do becuase he said he had a surprise for me. I was just hoping it wasn't the normal dinner and movie. I was right on time and I was impressed with myself. When Johnny answered the door he was in his puppy boxers!!! I don't think he realized it right away becuase he gave me a confused look when I burst out laughing. When he realized he was in his underwear his face got as red as a tomato! After he got some pants on, I told him I loved them cause I thought they were cute. Then he led me outside where he had a tent set up and a campfire going. IT WAS PERFECT!!  We made the best smores and gazed at the stars. Then we made out in the tent and it was AWESOME!!! Then we fell asleep in the tent together. I woke up before Johnny and left him a note saying " I gtg or Dally will skin you! I had a really good time." Then I put a heart and put J+J in it. Johnny is .....just..PERFECT! I haven't felt this way about someone in a LONG time. I think we have something really special. I had an amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;-Jelly&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sleep means sleep, not anything else.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Sorry I wasn't able to comment on your post Johnny your blog is being wierd and I feel exactly the same way about you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-1751306511575110420?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/1751306511575110420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/johnny.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1751306511575110420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1751306511575110420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/johnny.html' title='Johnny :)'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-814350404019670996</id><published>2010-03-08T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:26:19.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date With Johnny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I have to say is that I had an awesome date with Johnny last night. He gets to post about what we did since it was his surprise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Jelly                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-814350404019670996?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/814350404019670996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/date-with-johnny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/814350404019670996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/814350404019670996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/date-with-johnny.html' title='Date With Johnny'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-4963334917489479762</id><published>2010-03-02T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:36:00.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date For Soda's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say quick that Johnny asked me to be his date to Soda's wedding and I said ........YES!!! I am so excited!!! So that better mean we are walking down the isle together Soda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-4963334917489479762?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/4963334917489479762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/date-for-sodas-wedding.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4963334917489479762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4963334917489479762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/03/date-for-sodas-wedding.html' title='Date For Soda&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-1091380091176425678</id><published>2010-02-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:13:43.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With Sodapop</title><content type='html'>So Soda and I haven't been able to hang out like we used too and things have been a little weird since the Valentines party. So yesterday we hung out like we used to, before we dated and before I moved,  when we were real good buddies. First we went to the awesome 50's - esque diner and got real cheap and real good food. We kept on talking to the waitress and distracting her just to piss off the other customers there cause they were Socs. Then we found our old bikes in our garages and took them for a spin. A word of advice, be careful with a bikes that are 10 years old. We were riding down the street racing eachother when my rusty bike chain got stuck and sent me flying. Then Soda tried to stop his bike but the brakes wouldn't work so he ran into a tree. With my luck, I had a huge gash on my forehead and my wrist was hurting pretty bad. Soda  had a  huge bruise on his face and a  gash on his arm. So we got in my car and went to the emergency room. My dad ended up giving me 10 stiches on my forehead, and I sprained my wrist. Soda got 6 stiches in his arm. Even though the day ended in injury, I still had a hell of a time. Thanks Soda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-1091380091176425678?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/1091380091176425678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-with-sodapop.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1091380091176425678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1091380091176425678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-with-sodapop.html' title='A Day With Sodapop'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-4409029857746509916</id><published>2010-02-23T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:20:09.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Remember About My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since I found out my Dad was dating Tanith, I've been thinking about my Mom a lot. Here are some things I remember the most about my Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her full name was Josephine Lily Winston ( Mayfield was her maiden name)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her best friend was Pony, Kit, Soda and Darry's mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How you could talk to her for hours about anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her awesome sense of style!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anybody in the gang could talk to her and she would listen to them no matter what&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had the same fave movies and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loved the Olympics too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was really good at ice skating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We could talk about boys and laugh and it wouldn't be awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She always smelled really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was really smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How my dad always lit up when she entered the room and vice versa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite pictures of her...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dmccweb.com/jroberts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom in t&lt;a href="http://jewishworldreview.com/cols2/roberts.julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://jewishworldreview.com/cols2/roberts.julia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he 80's, hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.andygotts.com/images/julia_roberts2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://stars.hitflip.de/Julia_Roberts_HF_L_2_45239_3103.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much. What do you guys remember about my Mom?&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/2142003855411837150-4409029857746509916?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/4409029857746509916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-remember-about-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4409029857746509916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4409029857746509916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-remember-about-my-mom.html' title='Things I Remember About My Mom'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-5139251035761606198</id><published>2010-02-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:27:05.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Has A Girlfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So last night I was just sitting watching the Olympics when my dad gets home from the hospital and after a few minutes, he came and sat down by me. He said, "Angelica, we need to talk." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- Okay ( I pause the Olympics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad- Honey, I don't know how to put this, but I have a girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- (Shocked) Whaaaaaaaaat?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad- I know it may be hard to hear, but we are really happy together. Her name is Tanith and she's really cool. I know you'll like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- * too shocked to talk* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then told me about Tanith, so here is a short desriciption of her. ( As you guys may know my Dad knows a lot of facts about people.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full Name: Tanith Rose Birkshire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: July 11, 1972 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all I really heard because I was still in shock, but tomorrow she is coming over for dinner so I will find out more. Ever since my Dad told me I can't help thinking about my Mom. I'm glad my Dad is happy and he deserves to be happy but its still hard. Oh, here is a picture of Tanith. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.thecamerondiaz.com/UserFiles/2009/2/26/Cameron%20Diaz%20Did%20Not%20Dump%20Rachel%20Zoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2142003855411837150-5139251035761606198?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/5139251035761606198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dad-has-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5139251035761606198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/5139251035761606198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dad-has-girlfriend.html' title='My Dad Has A Girlfriend!'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6568663096882369437</id><published>2010-02-13T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:36:09.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics</title><content type='html'>So, I've been watching the Olympics pretty much all day. Go Team USA!!! Did you guys wathc Apolo Ohno compete in the finals for the Short Track 1500 meter? Did you see those Korean guys pushing him?!?! Those two guys who wiped out totally deserved it. I'm so happy Apolo got the silver, (even though he deserved the gold) and that J.R. Celski got the bronze. If you can't tell I LOVE Apolo Ohno and the Olympics. I also thought it was really cool when Michelle Roark, on Team USA, who was doing Moguls, fell but got right back up and finshed. It was awesome how Hannah Kearney dominated Women's Moguls! Did you guys watch any of the Olympics today? P.S. Johnny did you talk to Cam yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.celebopedia.net/apolo-anton-ohno/images/apolo-anton-ohno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6568663096882369437?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6568663096882369437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympics.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6568663096882369437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6568663096882369437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/olympics.html' title='The Olympics'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-3633576568275312304</id><published>2010-02-10T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:46:05.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone remembers this besides Soda and Steve, but I was just thinking about how I won the school talent shows in 7th, 9th and 10th grade. In 9th grade I sang Heart Of Glass by Blondie. In 10th grade I sang Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears and in 7th grade I sang Thriller by Michael Jackson. Those were good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-3633576568275312304?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/3633576568275312304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/talent-show.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3633576568275312304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3633576568275312304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-3890765041010398588</id><published>2010-02-07T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:16:47.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talked</title><content type='html'>Well, Cam and I kinda talked. I feel really horrible and I was NOT planning on getting so wasted at the party. So, I think we are cool, but I think Johnny is going to talk to him too. I hope Cam doesn't think I'm some slut who gets drunk all the time, because that is so &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; me. I feel really bad.  I just can't believe that on our first date I got so drunk and that happened. I hope everything with Cam will be ok. I think I might give him some space unless he wants to talk to me. In the mean time, I going to try to think of a way to make it up to Cam. Oh and Johnny, I am totally not mad at you, its not your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-3890765041010398588?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/3890765041010398588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/talked.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3890765041010398588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3890765041010398588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/talked.html' title='Talked'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8282277051877266012</id><published>2010-02-06T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:19:32.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First date/Party</title><content type='html'>Wow! That was one crazy party. Ok, I'll start at the beginning of the night. So after Jamie and Cam came to my place at about 6, Cam and I walked to the icecream place. ( Cam got mint and I got double fudge chocolate. Yes I know I'm a chocoholic.) We talked so much and it was awesome. Like we totally got eachother. Then we looked at the clock and it was like 7:50! We had talked the whole time we were there. Cam embarrassingly admitted that he had something else planned but forgot. It was so cute! So as we started walking to my house, he turned and kissed me!!! Then we got to my house and the party began! There were so many people at the party. Dawn, Dally + Blair, Steve + Evie, Carson, Soda + Katie, Kit + Mark, Jamie + Andrew.  Pony and Johnny showed up later hopped up on soda. Johnny's pants were so low, and he was acting so gangsta that I was laughing my ass off. He also gave me a gangsta name, JBean. So original. We played a very drunken game of spin the bottle ( I think it was Carson's idea) and I don't even remember what happened, does anyone else. Dawn started singing Fireflies and was dancing with the wall. Then Johnny started rapping an Eminem song and was like hopping around, then fell on his face because of his pants. He was like " Yo dawg, can somebody help me up?" It was so hilarious and we were laughing too hard to help him up. We danced and partied till like 4 in the morning and we all crashed in various parts of my house. Somehow Steve ended up crashing on my bed, I don't know why or how. When we all woke up we made the best brunch kind of thing ever! I had sooo much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-8282277051877266012?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8282277051877266012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-dateparty.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8282277051877266012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8282277051877266012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-dateparty.html' title='First date/Party'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-1465642600531540095</id><published>2010-02-04T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:08:29.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party at my place!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I just found out that my Dad is going to some convention in Nevada. He's leaving around noon tomorrow and is coming home Sunday night. So tomorrow night I'm having a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; at my place and everyone's invited!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; ( Oh and Jamie, after I got off the phone talking to you about tomorrow night , I ran into Cam. I was running some errands and ran into him. He's totally cool with it. So Jamie remember the plan is you and Cam are coming to my house at 6. Then Cam and I will do whatever and Andrew will come over and you two will hold down the fort. Then we are coming back at 8 for the party.) So guys you can come around 8, bring what you want or whoever you want. Yes, there will be plenty beer for those of you who are wondering. PARTAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-1465642600531540095?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/1465642600531540095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/party-at-my-place.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1465642600531540095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/1465642600531540095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/party-at-my-place.html' title='Party at my place!!!!'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8013775849214071236</id><published>2010-02-03T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:05:43.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got A Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2oBP036kII/AAAAAAAAADA/7NkYzEAAvwY/s1600-h/cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434157271778758786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2oBP036kII/AAAAAAAAADA/7NkYzEAAvwY/s320/cameron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the matchmaker Jamie, I have a date Friday. Its with a guy named Cam. Here's a pic of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-8013775849214071236?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8013775849214071236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-date.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8013775849214071236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8013775849214071236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-date.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Date!'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2oBP036kII/AAAAAAAAADA/7NkYzEAAvwY/s72-c/cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6892550668596070879</id><published>2010-02-03T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:19:00.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Results</title><content type='html'>Just in case you are wondering, these are the final results of my poll, &lt;em&gt;Do you think I should get a boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you're fine being a single lady  8 votes-50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and i have some ideas.....    2 votes-12%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right now  1 vote-6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally! Go for it 5 votes-31%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6892550668596070879?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6892550668596070879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-results.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6892550668596070879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6892550668596070879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-results.html' title='Last Results'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-3436515378399844137</id><published>2010-02-02T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:13:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as of right now these are the results of my poll  &lt;em&gt;Should I Get A Boyfriend? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're fine being a single lady 5 votes (38%)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I have some ideas..... 2 votes (15%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right now 2 votes (15%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally! Go for it 4 votes (30%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your thoughts about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-3436515378399844137?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/3436515378399844137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-as-of-right-now-these-are-results-of.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3436515378399844137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/3436515378399844137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-as-of-right-now-these-are-results-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-9009495828248006142</id><published>2010-02-01T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:54:35.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone number</title><content type='html'>Did someone give Tim Shepard my phone number!?!? Today he called me and acted all mysterious, kinda creepy and a little flirty and wouldn't tell me who he was. After a few minutes I finally figured out it was him. So did someone give him my number, because we aren't listed in the phonebook yet. Its a little creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-9009495828248006142?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/9009495828248006142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/phone-number.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/9009495828248006142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/9009495828248006142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/02/phone-number.html' title='Phone number'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6180917142896784961</id><published>2010-01-31T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:14:52.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe this! I just got a new car!! I can't believe this actually happened. Okay, okay. I have to calm down. Here's what happened. You know that guy, James Atlas, who owns that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;chain of department stores and banks and a lot of other things. Well, he comes in to the hospital a few days ago saying he's been having stomach issues. So my Dad, who was assigned to be his doctor or whatever, thought they should take a look. So they had a surgery like yesterday and my dad was looking around and he found this like tumor thingie. It wasn't that big, so they removed it. Apparently it was cancerous and could have killed Atlas if my dad hadn't found it so early. So today Atlas says, " Thank you so much I don't know how to repay you." My dad says, " You don't have to repay me, I'm just glad I could help." So the guy keeps on insisting and insisting. Then finally he's like, " You have a daughter, right." ( I have no idea how he knows about me, but okay.) My dad tells him yeah and tells him a little about me. Then Atlas is like, I know how to repay you now. A couple hours later Atlas tells my dad, " How would your daughter like to get a car for free." My dad, all shocked, is like, "Well of course she would." So Atlas makes my dad call me so I could come to the hospital. So I arrive and I meet him and he shows me a picture of the car. My dad says, " We couldn't possibly take this". I said " Yeah we can!!!!" So Atlas makes some calls and five minutes later some guy is in the parking lot with the car. He hands me the keys and paperwork and the car is MINE!! Oh I almost forgot the car is a &lt;strong&gt;1969 Ford Mustang GT Fastback!! &lt;/strong&gt;Here's a picture... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432999192528714210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2Xj-veoeeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ubKjn7qrZoU/s320/1969+Ford+Mustang+GT+Fastback.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you believe my LUCK. I can't. Thank you Mr. James Atlas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6180917142896784961?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6180917142896784961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6180917142896784961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6180917142896784961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/what.html' title='WHAT!!!'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2Xj-veoeeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ubKjn7qrZoU/s72-c/1969+Ford+Mustang+GT+Fastback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-8183129252763875436</id><published>2010-01-30T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:23:23.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Sweet party Soda! It was great seeing everyone and Dawn you are &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt; drunk. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muppets&lt;/span&gt; and Lady Gaga songs are a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;combo. :)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-8183129252763875436?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/8183129252763875436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/party.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8183129252763875436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/8183129252763875436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-4033695074612541168</id><published>2010-01-29T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:11:12.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>BTW, I can't wait for the party tonight!!! It is going to be so awesome to see everyone. I"M SO PUMPED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-4033695074612541168?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/4033695074612541168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4033695074612541168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/4033695074612541168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-6862042249321767813</id><published>2010-01-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:40:44.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's with who?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm confused. Who is going out with who? I know Soda is with Katie, but what about everyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-6862042249321767813?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/6862042249321767813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/whos-with-who.html#comment-form' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6862042249321767813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/6862042249321767813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/whos-with-who.html' title='Who&apos;s with who?'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2142003855411837150.post-7791281102698723357</id><published>2010-01-28T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:25:15.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI and I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's Angelica Winston. In case you are wondering why I'm saying I'm back, I used to live here in Tulsa, but my Mom died when I was 15 and my Dad (who is a doctor) and I moved to Seattle, WA. I was friends with the Gang for a long time, and my cousins are the Winstons. Sadly we lost touch and now I'm back in Tulsa and frantically trying to catch up on everything. I mean Soda's ENGAGED!!! So guys we need to catch up, I've missed everyone so much!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. FUN FACT - Soda and I were eachother's first kiss and we dated for a while! But that was a long time ago....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s1600/Jelly_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s320/Jelly_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571757534704681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2142003855411837150-7791281102698723357?l=angelicawinston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/feeds/7791281102698723357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-and-im-back.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7791281102698723357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2142003855411837150/posts/default/7791281102698723357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelicawinston.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-and-im-back.html' title='HI and I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Angelica Winston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07591369776165087283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/S2jLBuMSptI/AAAAAAAAACY/fKxVPnvDD7I/S220/keira_knightley.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O4clqmU3go4/TVLb9RatwiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fYbm_YNnxWA/s72-c/Jelly_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry></feed>
