<?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-146944567665687245</id><updated>2011-10-19T10:57:07.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes from a Mafia Princess (Part Deux)</title><subtitle type='html'>Mix wine, one part Italian, two parts recovering (or attempting at least) shopping addict, Parisian Vogue, a few dashes of science text books, and a single shot of espresso. Can be served warm or chilled over ice. Tequila is always welcome. I'm back with more life experience, drama, dysfunction, love, and laughter. It's time to try and get back down to the heart of the matter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-4944519297520934280</id><published>2009-02-16T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:45:40.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ello&lt;/span&gt; all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; incredibly sorry I've been so MIA, but I must say I miss my blogging, so I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is also a nice distraction from my school work. I have two exams tomorrow, a paper due, then on Wednesday I have two lab reports due and a midterm. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to let you all know that I am alive (barely) and will be returning to the blogging world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-4944519297520934280?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/4944519297520934280/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=4944519297520934280' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4944519297520934280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4944519297520934280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-alive.html' title='Still alive!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-2333048250662821617</id><published>2008-12-28T15:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:51:05.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester ended crazily, and I take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCATs&lt;/span&gt; at the end of January, so wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy and I are doing so wonderfully, I'm still so in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a fabulous holiday season and I hope to update more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-2333048250662821617?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/2333048250662821617/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=2333048250662821617' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/2333048250662821617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/2333048250662821617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-93155157027963661</id><published>2008-11-10T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:02:20.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It started snowing here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SRi9OQ3sc8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/skqFJoUXpHE/s1600-h/82194432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267167816954180546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SRi9OQ3sc8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/skqFJoUXpHE/s320/82194432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I say that happy Monday like I was excited about that fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo hiss on Mondays! Especially those with Human Physiology exams in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah so where to begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooooooray election! I am quite possibly the happiest of girls that Obama got elected! I was quite proud to go and do my voting duties. Some fun facts of my voting experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~On the voting list they had my mum with her maiden name listed, along with me with her maiden name listed as well. Could we have voted twice? That would have been fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~The old man could not pronounce my name. Now granted my first and middle name are a bit Italian, but none the less, not difficult to pronounce! He struggled the entire way through my name until he got to my last name, which is oh so British because of my dads side of the family. I couldn't believe it. Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~They were cell phone Nazis where I was! Oh man, one guys phone rang once before he caught it and an old man who was working there came running from the other side of the room and was like "I heard a cell phone! I heard a cell phone!" I about died. Especially since I had been texting both my mum and the Boy the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after I voted I decided to plop myself down in front of the TV to watch news the ENTIRE night. I was not going to miss one minute! So I went over to the Boys with the promise that I could watch whatever I wanted. He's such a great boyfriend! I definitely made him stay up until all of the polls were closed and we could finally see who the winner was going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY OBAMA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, in a totally unrelated and very personal way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning this gets a tad graphic, but not too bad in my opinion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a sex dream with S in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know! I'm a horrible girlfriend! And the sad part was it was so good! We were in the Chemistry building on my campus, and the really weird part is that the Boy was watching us from another building just next to it! And it really was amazing. I know in my dream I had an orgasm, but I'm pretty sure I had one in real life. And I was in bed with the Boy. Horrible I know, smack me now. Has that ever happened to anyone else? I've had plenty of sex dreams in my time, but I'm pretty sure that's the first time I've ever felt the physical effect in real life. Crazy. Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, speaking of the Boy, he's cutting his mane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Boy and I are complete opposites really, and he's not my typical "type" at all. Mainly because of the obscenely long "mane" of his hair, which is absolutely beautiful hair that any girl in her right mind would kill for, including me. And his 3 eyebrow rings, and the whole tattoo thing (well, not really, because I have one too). But he's not the typical "pretty boy" that I normally go for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well he just got offered a new job, and it would be fantastic. It's under contract, salary (at quite the pay raise from what he's at right now), and a great experience. The only downfall is that he'll have to commute an hour to get there, and they said he has to cut his mane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so after long deliberations we decided that the sacrifice was worth it. The mane will be going this next weekend. Even though I always joked about cutting it off in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, I'll be sad to see it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in another fun spin of events today, the Boy and the Boy-Formally-Known-As-Boy-With-A-Girlfriend met today! We ran into him while the Boy and I were in one of the buildings on campus. When I introduced them, the Boy was like "Hi, I don't think I've heard about you before" and all I could do was laugh to myself. I couldn't believe it. But now I have the Boy, and the Boy-Formally-Known-As-Boy-With-A-Girlfriend now has a new girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shall call him Boy-With-A-New-Girl-Formally-Known-As-Boy-Formally-Known-As-Boy-With-A-Girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday all, it's time for me to start this crazy week and write a lab report!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-93155157027963661?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/93155157027963661/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=93155157027963661' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/93155157027963661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/93155157027963661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-started-snowing-here.html' title='It started snowing here'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SRi9OQ3sc8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/skqFJoUXpHE/s72-c/82194432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-7976051719559498106</id><published>2008-11-04T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:53:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote! Vote! Vote! EEEEEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;3 voting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be called a "flamming liberal", but I can say happily right now that it doesn't matter who you vote for, as long as you vote! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-7976051719559498106?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/7976051719559498106/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=7976051719559498106' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7976051719559498106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7976051719559498106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-vote-vote-eeeeeeeeee.html' title='Vote! Vote! Vote! EEEEEEEEEE!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-359599506109627424</id><published>2008-10-31T11:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:59:25.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodge podge of a Friday post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQsq80e4K7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MCV4CpoSlYc/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263347813881228210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQsq80e4K7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MCV4CpoSlYc/s200/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I don't have much time to blog, I have a stats exam calling my name! Ugh, happy Friday haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy (per usual in my life!), but the Boy and I got into a huge fight all day on Wednesday. In a nutshell, he was having a bad day and took EVERYTHING out on me. I couldn't win, and he just treated me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm not one to just sit back and take it, so I let him have it yesterday morning. He said he feels awful and he didn't mean to hurt me and he's so sorry and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I'm still hurt (and still am a little. I'm quite scary and damaged, think Meredith from Grey's, which, ps, how much did I love last nights episode??). But he's been trying to make it up to me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he surprised me when he got out of work by coming into my work and bringing me coffee from my favorite coffee place, and then he told me that he was going to wait for me to get done with work and then take me out to dinner. So we did, and he kept telling me that all day he was just consumed by thinking about how much he loves me and he never wants to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm summarizing all this up quite quickly, lots of little bits and pieces that I'm leaving out, sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he called me this morning when I woke up and he said I was getting surprises today. And when I checked my email I had this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morning baby :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know that you're the best thing to ever happen to me and I couldn't be happier. I love everything about you and about us. I certainly have been blessed to have you come in to my life and I won't be letting you go. The past 5 months have been beyond incredible, and I can hardly wait for the next 5...surely they will be at least twice as good. I don't want to spoil you too much by spilling all the love-beans here, but I did want to have you wake up and start your day with a smile on your face. I love you so much baby, you're the best. Thank you for being my [Jenamie].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3 [The Boy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said that he just might have more surprises for me today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday everyone, and have a fabulous weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and before I leave, I was given a Bookworm award from &lt;a href="http://bodelou.blogspot.com/"&gt;bode blog&lt;/a&gt; and it goes a little something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bodelou.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the actual closest book to me, my Human Physiology book:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The different components of the plasma membrane carry out a variety of functions. As a quick preview, the lipid bilayer forms the primary barrier to diffusion, the proteins perform most of the specific membrane functions, and the carbohydrates play an important role in "self-recognition" processes and cell-to-cell interactions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(If only it were still this easy, that was page 56, we're now up to 473)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I know, I am so cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to get ready for my exam!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-359599506109627424?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/359599506109627424/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=359599506109627424' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/359599506109627424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/359599506109627424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/10/hodge-podge-of-friday-post.html' title='Hodge podge of a Friday post'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQsq80e4K7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MCV4CpoSlYc/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-4716975582145731423</id><published>2008-10-28T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:13:28.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. Em. Gee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeOaANUd9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uLjnxFlvrtI/s1600-h/0807%2520Content_W_Dresses_ATG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262331266989324242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeOaANUd9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/uLjnxFlvrtI/s400/0807%2520Content_W_Dresses_ATG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please please please buy me this dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no reason to own it and no where to wear it to, but I have to have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-4716975582145731423?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/4716975582145731423/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=4716975582145731423' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4716975582145731423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4716975582145731423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-em-gee.html' title='Oh. Em. 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And by Kermit I mean one of my lab frogs. And by one, I mean we killed them all. So sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No need to lecture on animal cruelty or anything here, I am well aware and definitely got a lecture from both the Boy and my mum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was such a pain in my booty! Their hearts are SO small you wouldn't even believe it. It's amazing what that crazy little muscle could do. But it was sad because not one lab group today got a full set of decent data. Which kills me because this is what I'm supposed to base my semester research on! Gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hooray for amphibian cardiac function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, its SOOOOOOOOOOOO cold here! It almost tried snowing earlier. I was all sorts of bundled up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I called that girl last night about having her move in to my old apartment and she was so excited. And she was so nice. Hell I'd rather live with her than with my ex-roomie. But she's supposed to email me sometime today and let me know what she decides to do. 5pm and I am still waiting. The ex-roomie is also being picky and wants to hang out with her and go out to lunch and all that good stuff. So keep your fingers crossed! I won't be happy until all the papers are signed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually staying caught up in my classes right now, so I have a little bit of time to breathe and I just don't know what to do with myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started a wish list on here last night while I was dreaming of things that I want to buy, so I think I might keep working on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao ciao everyone, and happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-3839762324823171006?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/3839762324823171006/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=3839762324823171006' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/3839762324823171006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/3839762324823171006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-killed-kermit.html' title='I killed Kermit!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQd9bjN1sTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/beC7CKFqdo8/s72-c/kermit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-5294410555878938247</id><published>2008-10-27T22:44:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:31:23.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish list</title><content type='html'>So since I am so incredibly broke, and have been for quite awhile, I haven't been able to treat myself to little things, like lattes and Cosmo or Vogue. So I've decided to make myself a wishlist on here, and I'll keep adding to it. So one day, when I'm a rich successful doctor I can remember what it's like to be broke, and then buy myself all the things I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I've never been a fan of legwarmers, but with winter fast approaching and the Boy keeping his place FREEZING, I may need to invest in a pair or 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313355186034722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQd-HZioWCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5V65NPJr99A/s200/41RKrs74n7L__SS384_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I'm sorry, how badly do I want some argyle socks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313615913824706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQd-Wk0-scI/AAAAAAAAAWA/G-VIVxqm7Cc/s200/31zwAfPvALL__SS400_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As some of you may or may not know, I lived in Paris for a year, and absolutely LOVED it. Quite popular at my university over there (the American University of Paris), Longchamp was quite popular, and when the 60th anniversary collection came out I oddly fell in love with this bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262313955282751970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQd-qVE1keI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GG_5rc8l1NI/s200/1272070167_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I am so in love with anything thats patent leather, and well I'm a sucker for Coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262314211712494338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQd-5QWc6wI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zbcwsggi0lc/s200/12687_svpx_a0_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And how fun is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318875793420130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeDIvZ_72I/AAAAAAAAAXo/BukhIVrfNEg/s200/12928_b4ge_a0_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And is anyone else not too sure about the new "C" logo Coach has come out with? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262315453296201522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeABhnEzzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fsU8rsm5jhk/s200/41985_b4kh_a0_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And if I had to pick one designer label, it would have to be Burberry. I just love the classic feel of their pattern. And common, a Burberry umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262318897145551426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeDJ-8vmkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oTZpbs8yWxI/s200/umbrella_184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And how cute is this dress from the Banana? Perfect for my sisters engagement party at the end of the month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317095404615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeBhG8OtbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/J_AHT7-Rcwg/s200/br593797-00p01v01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And adorable for the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317788057503090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeCJbRjBXI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HXNl_Jdna5s/s200/br606042-00qlv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I am quite the fan of this look from JCrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262319661962266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeD2gHQh5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/tPWioSkdne4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;And I just love this too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262320145307616546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQeESotxRSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FBqyaxKN7hY/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can't stop! Seriously, I'm narrowing down what I find and like, more to come soon I'm sure!)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-5294410555878938247?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/5294410555878938247/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=5294410555878938247' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/5294410555878938247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/5294410555878938247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-wish-list.html' title='My wish list'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQd-HZioWCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5V65NPJr99A/s72-c/41RKrs74n7L__SS384_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-7847355552676354389</id><published>2008-10-27T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:32:24.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized that I have marinara sauce on my sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQYzOpnZB8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/TbYVmPuhK8Q/s1600-h/katherine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261949541411260354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQYzOpnZB8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/TbYVmPuhK8Q/s400/katherine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep I definitely just looked down and realized that I do in fact have marinara sauce on my sweater. It's been one of those weeks. And go figure my load of laundry is almost done and it's too late to throw this in. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In major news, my subleaser/friend of the ex-rooomie backed out. Turns out she doesn't know and can't get a hold of her social security number, and therefore can't keep here job here, and also can't lease the apartment. Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a US citizen, but she's spent the past 7 years or so living in England. But even so, how do you not know your social security number? My mum made me memorize mine when I was in elementary school for goodness sake! Oh I was pissed at the world on Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it all off, Saturday was the Boy's and I anniversary. So that was fun. After dinner I got the call from the ex-roomie, so we decided to go buy a huge tub of ice cream and Andes mints to put in it. Yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only light at the end of this tunnel is that before her Brit came along, we had another girl lined up to rent out the apartment that the ex-roomie actually liked and approved of. But it turns out she had a possible job opportunity in another state and wanted to wait and see. So I decided to email her this morning and see if she had any news. So it turns out she will be staying in the area, and is going to talk to her friend who she's currently staying with about moving out. I'm calling her later on tonight so that we can talk and see what we can work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed everyone! I just need some sort of light at the end of the tunnel (besides August of 2009 when the lease is through). I cannot keep paying rent to not live someplace. It is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dreaming via Vogue and the Boy offered to buy me a haircut for our next anniversary since I need/want one so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. As my mum always said, I'm not poor, I'm broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the Boy this morning when he saw me was "Oh you are so very pink and blonde today. You're just my pink and blonde brown eyed girl". He loves the fact that I'm going to be a "hot doctor". But I wonder if people will take me seriously as a blonde haired, pink loving doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello Legally Blonde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe a little Legally Blonde meets Izzie Stevens. I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it time for me to go brunette? I think I will after this whole apartment mess is taken care of, if and when that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-7847355552676354389?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/7847355552676354389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=7847355552676354389' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7847355552676354389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7847355552676354389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-realized-that-i-have-marinara.html' title='I just realized that I have marinara sauce on my sweater'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQYzOpnZB8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/TbYVmPuhK8Q/s72-c/katherine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-2228190995808990538</id><published>2008-10-23T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:37:49.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been so MIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQE0eYy1sUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bAXwi7VpmrU/s1600-h/sb10069426o-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260543536401854786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQE0eYy1sUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bAXwi7VpmrU/s320/sb10069426o-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ello blogging world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I have been so MIA, my apologies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sleep deprived! Ah! Story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see if I can sum up the past month in a nutshell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plague took me about a week and a half to get over, which was really quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I can graduate early! WOOHOO! As of December of 2009 I will be done with my undergrad...FINALLY! I've only been working on it for how long now? Ok, so I'll be done in 4 1/2 years, but even so, that is such a long 4 1/2 years! Med school here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy and I are doing wonderfully. Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a subleaser for my apartment. She's actually one of my ex-roomies friends from England. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And school is royally kicking my arse. I cried last night I was so stressed. I really should be studying right now, but I've missed you my blogging friends! I pinkie promise not to leave you for that long ever again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, if only I could remember all of the juicy gossip from the past month, but there has just been too much to all write down now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but in the whole, "my sister is getting married" news, I'm the maid of honour! Oh mi goodness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also met the Boy's niece today. Turns out we have our genetics class together. That's right, she's my age. Get this, his oldest sister is older than my mum! Eish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I'm off to study, but I had to check in! I promise that I will update again in the very near future!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've missed you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-2228190995808990538?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/2228190995808990538/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=2228190995808990538' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/2228190995808990538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/2228190995808990538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-so-mia.html' title='I&apos;ve been so MIA!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SQE0eYy1sUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bAXwi7VpmrU/s72-c/sb10069426o-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-5122030545820206184</id><published>2008-09-27T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:44:19.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best boyfriend ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SN7hYyh5q8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/akY-loLqGIU/s1600-h/341860756_53a434a9c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250882031557651394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SN7hYyh5q8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/akY-loLqGIU/s320/341860756_53a434a9c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for falling off the face of the blogging world, but I seem to have come down with the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had to share that I have the best boyfriend ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made me homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real update to come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-5122030545820206184?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/5122030545820206184/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=5122030545820206184' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/5122030545820206184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/5122030545820206184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-best-boyfriend-ever.html' title='I have the best boyfriend ever'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SN7hYyh5q8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/akY-loLqGIU/s72-c/341860756_53a434a9c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-4634993811900870296</id><published>2008-09-21T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:34:10.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chip on my shoulder</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's how I feel. I have got to do amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me trying to stay motivated while I write my lab report for Human Physiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And adding on my lab for that class in the morning to my normal classes tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMW14wtoriE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMW14wtoriE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-4634993811900870296?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/4634993811900870296/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=4634993811900870296' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4634993811900870296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4634993811900870296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/chip-on-my-shoulder.html' title='Chip on my shoulder'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-8900946770301641335</id><published>2008-09-18T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:17:51.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNPQeXFWrUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-zSnZt1KwlM/s1600-h/sb10063836q-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247767210827885890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNPQeXFWrUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-zSnZt1KwlM/s320/sb10063836q-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister is getting married! AAHHHHHHHHH! EEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So technically she's not my sister. My parents divorced when I was about 9 years old. My dad and her mum were together for about 9 or 10 years, engaged but never officially married. She and I shared a bedroom when I would be with them in the town where he lived, and she and I grew up together. She's about what, 6 years older than me? Then after the 9 or 10 years my dad and her mum split. But I still consider her to be my sister! So there's that little fun backstory in a very small nutshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well she texted me last night and told me that her boyfriend finally proposed! We had known that he was going to back in January, but it was just a matter of when. And she asked me to be one of her bridesmaids, and of course I said yes! She was like "I want to start planning everything now, so be ready!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eish, yay weddings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to take an exam then work, then the evening at the Boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a fantastic Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-8900946770301641335?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/8900946770301641335/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=8900946770301641335' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/8900946770301641335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/8900946770301641335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/excitement.html' title='Excitement!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNPQeXFWrUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-zSnZt1KwlM/s72-c/sb10063836q-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-6762190738195745240</id><published>2008-09-18T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:17:59.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna fly now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNKou8aYG2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OK0dU_Ua_TY/s1600-h/r1rocky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247442040284257122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNKou8aYG2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OK0dU_Ua_TY/s320/r1rocky2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please tell me someone caught on to my Rocky reference in my title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE so guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got 100% on my Human Physiology exam!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who the hell does that? They make these exams insane, hello, we're all trying to be doctors here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy hell! I actually said "Shut up!" to my prof today in her office. Ooops, that one slipped, but I couldn't believe her when she told me my score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so good to be back in my element and doing well. Med School here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I told the Boy and I was all pumped and such he started singing the Rocky Theme Song to me (aka: "Gonna Fly Now"). So on that note I think I'm gonna watch "Rocky" and write up a lab report!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is having a fabulous day-before-the-weekend-starts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: My favorite Rocky movie? Rocky III, but Rocky IV is a very close second!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwpN_kGKj_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwpN_kGKj_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-6762190738195745240?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/6762190738195745240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=6762190738195745240' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/6762190738195745240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/6762190738195745240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/gonna-fly-now.html' title='Gonna fly now!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNKou8aYG2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OK0dU_Ua_TY/s72-c/r1rocky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-7937257660362187627</id><published>2008-09-17T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:22:39.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNHJQMjLK5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UwFVhTmfgDw/s1600-h/sb10068508b-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247196320947186578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNHJQMjLK5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UwFVhTmfgDw/s320/sb10068508b-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew, it's the end of Wednesday already! This past weekend/week has been insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within a weeks time I will have had 4 exams and 3 quizzes. That's not including class work or lab reports or anything. It's fun stuff trying to be a doctor let me tell you what, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to top it all off, between last Thursday and Sunday I worked a grand total of 30 hours at work. In 4 days. Now I know that doesn't sound like all too much, I mean it's less than full time right? Yeah no. Not when you're also going to school full time. It's a bitch. But I need the money, so I won't complain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy and I have also gotten in several fights since Monday. This always happens with us though. We'll go from spending the weekend together and everything will be wonderful, and then come Monday and Tuesday we're fighting. Then come Wednesday (like today), we're good again and looking forward to the next weekend. It's so strange! It's like we can't figure out that transition from being together to being apart. We'll get there. But I don't want to focus on the negatives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do have the most amazing boyfriend in the world. Take for example this past Saturday. I obviously have been working my booty off, Saturday was no different. So I work an 8 hour shift, and once I get back to his place I let him know that we can relax, but first I had to get some of my lab report done and some studying and such. And he was totally ok with it, all he wanted to know was when I was about 10 minutes from being done. His excuse was that he wanted to know when he should wrap up the things he was working on. So of course I get about done, and so I let him know. A few minutes later when I was completely done he came and grabbed my hand and lead me out of his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is he taking me you might ask? To my wonderful surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had gone to the store earlier that day and bought me yummy bubble bath and this organic body wash that I am now in love with, and he made me a hot bath! It was so wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, it's the little things that make him so incredibly amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other happy news, I think I may have found a renter for my old apartment. The ex-Snookie met with him today, and apparently they're going out to lunch on Friday to see if they would work well living together. I'm not getting my hopes up, but dear goodness I want him to move in! I let him know that I've already paid Septembers rent, so if he wants to move in he can have this month for free, it's the least I can do if he moves in! I want this whole process to be done and over with, and I am so ready to be done paying rent to NOT live someplace, and not have to live paycheck to paycheck. If this works out then I'll be able to start saving, and the Boy and I can work on getting our own place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of having no money, I got a new cell phone! I may have flirted my way into getting it for free though, because I am just that good. It was originally $100 with a discount and then you send in the $50 mail in rebate. Then when I told him I could only afford $50 on the spot, he decided instead of giving me the mail in rebate, he would just credit my account $50 and I would pay $50. And then, with a few more batting of my eyelashes (and surprisingly no usage of my non-existent cleavage due to my sweater I was wearing) he decided to give me the mail in rebate anyways! SCORE! So all I have to do is wait for my rebate to come back in a whopping 10-12 weeks and it will be like I didn't pay for it at all. And thank goodness, I needed a new phone so badly! I counted the other night, and this is only the 4th cell phone I've had in my life. I had one in high school, 1 when I lived in France, 1 that I had for the past 2 and a half years, and now this new one! So it was definitely time for an upgrade. The guy at the store laughed at my phone, maybe he felt sorry for me and decided to give me the amazing discounts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like there was more I had to say, but this is quite lengthy and I don't feel like updated with the negative and fighting thoughts, mainly because they are all now resolved and not worth dwelling on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone is having a fabulous week, and more updates to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mafia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS....Is anyone else watching Gossip Girl? Um, hello, I love this show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-7937257660362187627?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/7937257660362187627/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=7937257660362187627' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7937257660362187627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7937257660362187627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SNHJQMjLK5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/UwFVhTmfgDw/s72-c/sb10068508b-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-892725346474201491</id><published>2008-09-15T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:54:15.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugggggggggggggh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RneRiueyUAw"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been living at the store I work at and at the boys house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have 3 exams this week. 1 down. 2 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-892725346474201491?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/892725346474201491/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=892725346474201491' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/892725346474201491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/892725346474201491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugggggggggggggh.html' title='Ugggggggggggggh'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-7958905046430806046</id><published>2008-09-10T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:02:40.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So pick me, choose me, love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMhe-joKJFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uWxXQDzbFIo/s1600-h/sb10069652b-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244546194881520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMhe-joKJFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uWxXQDzbFIo/s320/sb10069652b-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am in SUCH a lovey mood today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say 'til death do us part, but I won't. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope. And I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic, I am not. I am sure. I am steady. And I know I am a heart man, take them apart, put them back together. I hold them in my hands. I am a heart man. So this, I am sure. You are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart, my heart, beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands. I promise you, me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, Grey's Anatomy, you always have the perfect words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a big deal when you realize that you love someone more than you could possibly love yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when you are the queen of scary and damaged like I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not so scary and damaged. And I love the Boy with all of my heart. And I just realized how much I do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to spend a day of my life without seeing him, or being with him. I can't imagine my life without him, and I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And now, I have this heart that beats and works. I get to be like everybody else, I get to make my own decisions, have my own life, do whatever the damned hell I choose. Now here's the good part, so you listen close, what I choose, is you. You're who I want to wake up with and go to bed with and do everything in between with. And do everything in between with. I get a choice now. I get to choose. I choose you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that I could feel like this or that this day would ever come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-7958905046430806046?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/7958905046430806046/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=7958905046430806046' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7958905046430806046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/7958905046430806046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-pick-me-choose-me-love-me.html' title='So pick me, choose me, love me'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMhe-joKJFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uWxXQDzbFIo/s72-c/sb10069652b-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-5566681540379419105</id><published>2008-09-09T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:16:17.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for me to get on my soap box for a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMcfwCSl6sI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C1tcJ1aklns/s1600-h/l9270509178_5618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244195201205267138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMcfwCSl6sI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C1tcJ1aklns/s320/l9270509178_5618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, soap box time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you in the blogging world know, I'm a premed student hoping and praying and wishing and willing myself into med school with all I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also a very broke college student. I don't like to say that I'm poor because I have to many things in my life that I'm thankful for. My mum always said that we weren't poor, we were broke. And I stick to that. And I don't mind it, because while I may make wish lists out of Vogue and desperately need a new car, and would love all sorts of things, I don't need them. And I know one day that I'll have loads of money, and I'll appreciate it so much more than if someone was just handed the things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whhhhhhhhhy does everything require money? All I wanted to do tonight was join AMSA (American Medical Student Association). They have a pre-med program, and everyone and their mother knows that this is something you should do if you're serious about med school. So I go and try and sign up, and get through all the processes and then it gets time to pay. $75? What? I know it's not that much but when you're living paycheck to paycheck it just isn't right. I make $8 a hour food goodness sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't think that it's fair that people with money should get the advantage over people who have just as much heart and desire (if not more). It's just not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's my soap box. I'm getting down now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should start taking donations. The "Lets Get Mafia into Med-School Fund".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, there it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-5566681540379419105?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/5566681540379419105/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=5566681540379419105' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/5566681540379419105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/5566681540379419105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-for-me-to-get-on-my-soap-box-for.html' title='Time for me to get on my soap box for a moment'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMcfwCSl6sI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C1tcJ1aklns/s72-c/l9270509178_5618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-154510540330886868</id><published>2008-09-09T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:29:18.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's focus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMcUtgex_GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/K-NCwrayiUk/s1600-h/0_61_greys_anatomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244183063141940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMcUtgex_GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/K-NCwrayiUk/s320/0_61_greys_anatomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have absolutely NO focus tonight. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling myself that if I want to be a doctor one day I have to keep my focus and learn all of this. But hell, even doctors lose focus sometime right? They're people too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think instead I'm going to watch some Grey's Anatomy on DVD and type up some notes. At least it would still be productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out today that one of Texter's best friends/roommates is in my Genetics class. I realized it when I looked down to my friend who was sitting two people down from me, and he was sitting a few people away from her. I almost started laughing, I had to hold it in. I get the feeling that I won't escape Texter while I'm still at my university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I ran into the Boy Formally yesterday. He gave me a hug and all. It was good to see him, he and I got to be decent friends over the past year. He switched his major over to the geosciences, so I won't be seeing him any more in classes, but we decided to meet up and be "break buddies" on campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see the Boy on campus today! I loved it. I absolutely love him being so close to me. It sucks because we went from this summer spending so much time together and practically living together, to now me going to classes full time and working, and him working full time plus his second job from home, we are lucky if we spend 2 nights together a week. I so miss him. And I'm beginning to feel like all he does when we talk though is he talks about his day and what he's going to do, and we only spend a moment talking about my day. Does that sound bad of me? I love hearing about his day and everything, he's starting these new jobs and it's exciting and happy and all sorts of good stuff. I know it's only temporary. I still love him with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to be a doctor. Or at least be in med-school. Med-school should be better than undergrad. At least I hope so haha. I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't get into med school. I have to stay positive. I can do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and a last little side note, I'm looking to download new music, any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-154510540330886868?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/154510540330886868/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=154510540330886868' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/154510540330886868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/154510540330886868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-focus.html' title='What&apos;s focus?'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMcUtgex_GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/K-NCwrayiUk/s72-c/0_61_greys_anatomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-3613144947527670260</id><published>2008-09-08T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:56:45.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Legally Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMXztFBN0UI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GjSMSd71uko/s1600-h/data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243865296909750594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMXztFBN0UI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GjSMSd71uko/s320/data.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone in the blogging world had a fabulous weekend. Me, I almost died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep that's right. If I just keel over and bite the dust don't be surprised. After a oh so long day at work on Saturday, I preceded to come home and double over in pain in my stomach/side area. I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with my stomach lately, but it SO does not like me. And then my side is just a mess. That's a long story, that starts with me being in the hospital for a week last December. I have this really long word of a disorder, but basically what it is, is a virus that attacks the lymph nodes in the abdomen, and typically masks itself as appendicitis. So I end up with a fever, not being able to hold food down, killer pain in my side, dehydrated kind of deal. It is no fun, none at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But through all of this the Boy still wanted to take me out to a nice dinner on him (so sweet) and then let me lay around and relax all evening. He was even going to set something up at a hot tub place for me, but I'd rather lay in bed with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are oddly looking up. I'm broke as all get out. Before I deposited my paycheck today, I had $6.66 in my bank account. Yep, that's right, I thought I was getting the plague or something because of it. I also have to pay ALL of my outstanding parking tickets through the university before I can pay the $300 to get my parking pass, plus buy my lab notebook for my Human Physiology lab that starts tomorrow at 1. So yes, I have $0 to my name and lots more to spend. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But despite that, I'm happy. The only thing that I'm worried about is finding a sub leaser for my old apartment. Because right now, I'm paying rent to not live there, which is really no good when I have even more expenses and no money. So I need someone to move in there ASAP, and the ex-Snookie doesn't seem to be caring or helping too much right now. Hell, she won't even return my Stalkbook messages. But I'm not letting this get in the way of my good mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched "Legally Blonde" earlier today while I was doing some homework. Then of course I had to listen to the "Legally Blonde the Musical" soundtrack after that. If anyone out there hasn't heard the soundtrack, stop reading right this second and start downloading it! It is a must have! And I'm serious, you think I'm joking but I'm not. Get. It. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that movie/musical always puts me in a happy and motivated mood. I'm determined to do well this semester. My last spring semester and summer semesters kicked my ass. But this could be the time for me to do well. And I feel like if I can pull off these classes, it will keep me that much more motivated to study hard core and do amazingly on my MCAT's (AHHHH! Scariest word EVER!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Boy started his new job! Did I mention before that he got fired? He used to sell jewelry (yay for me!), but he got fired from that. Then he decided to start as an IBO (Independent Business Owner), and on top of that he got a job at my university doing IT work! How perfect is that? If you knew him, you would know that those two jobs are PERFECT for him! And he loves this new job at the uni, and he's near me all the time! I love it! And he's so much happier now than when he was at his old job. The mood change is incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So things are going well. I'm trying to not even think of the negative things and just focus on the amazing things that I do have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like there was so much more I wanted to say earlier, hmmm, that's why I should update when things come to my mind! Or start taking blogging notes during classes when they come to me! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I think it's time for me to get ready for bed, I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Goodnight blogging world, and sweet dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Go download that soundtrack right now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-3613144947527670260?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/3613144947527670260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=3613144947527670260' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/3613144947527670260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/3613144947527670260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-3-legally-blonde.html' title='I &lt;3 Legally Blonde'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMXztFBN0UI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GjSMSd71uko/s72-c/data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-1656763052834483900</id><published>2008-09-04T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:41:06.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMAdfeVI-jI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AkFmDtJRtC8/s1600-h/200570327-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242222392814139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMAdfeVI-jI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AkFmDtJRtC8/s320/200570327-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have got to get used to this semester and it's schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so used to having to be on campus and in class by 10am everyday (with an exception maybe once a week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, I get up, get ready, make a post, the usual, yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave my place at 9h30, get to the Chem building at 9h50, thinking I'd be right on time for my 10am class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except my class starts at 9h30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the hell was my mind? I didn't realize it until I looked up at the clock and thought it was wrong, because it was just then that I realized my lecture had already started 20 minutes before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sneak in really quietly and try and find my two friends (out of the probably 180 students in the class), and manage to slide in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I'll get this new semester figured out soon enough. Hopefully I'm not late anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, it is rainy and dreary and cold here! The past few days it's been sunny and near 90 out! And today it's cold and rainy and around 65. Boo hiss! I need warm weather! I got all wet and cold on campus. So now I'm back at home, curled up in my jeans and the Boy's college hoodie trying to thaw out before I have to go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the perfect day to just curl up and watch movies or read a good book! But I have to go to work and make those big bucks. Hahaha oh I crack myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that I'm going to the Boy's place. I'm so excited! We haven't spent the night together since Saturday, which makes me so sad. I can't wait to spoon! And he has a king size bed! And oooooh sex. Mmmm yes please! And I don't have to be back on campus until 1pm tomorrow, winner! It's going to be a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I should go get my things together and head off to work, don't want to be late for that today too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone in the blogging world has a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-1656763052834483900?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/1656763052834483900/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=1656763052834483900' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/1656763052834483900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/1656763052834483900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SMAdfeVI-jI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AkFmDtJRtC8/s72-c/200570327-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-4734590372817094993</id><published>2008-09-04T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:23:33.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just needed a good nights sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL_hFAC-mYI/AAAAAAAAANs/oF1Vcim9jiA/s1600-h/sb10070135j-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242155967310633346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL_hFAC-mYI/AAAAAAAAANs/oF1Vcim9jiA/s320/sb10070135j-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So basically I want to do what's going on in this picture with the Boy. I want to find him and run and jump into his arms. And then never let him go of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought this morning, besides "God I don't want to wake up, it's too early" (I hit my snooze button for 35 minutes), was "Wow I miss the Boy, and I love him so much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it means something when the semi-first thing on your mind is your significant other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; I had with S last night, which got more and more interesting as the night progressed, it doesn't matter because he will never be the Boy. There's no comparison. I'm not even worried any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God never in my life did I think that I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; find a guy I loved. Wow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whodathunk&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random side note, I broke my no coffee drinking thing that I had going on for a good 2 or 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also broke my no tanning thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell I'm gonna get cancer from something right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; just why I have to go to med school and then find the cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's on my list of things to do. You know, cure cancer, create world peace, the works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-4734590372817094993?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/4734590372817094993/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=4734590372817094993' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4734590372817094993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4734590372817094993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-needed-good-nights-sleep.html' title='I just needed a good nights sleep'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL_hFAC-mYI/AAAAAAAAANs/oF1Vcim9jiA/s72-c/sb10070135j-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-6081379141551673127</id><published>2008-09-03T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:28:48.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might be a horrible girlfriend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL9VHLFY4FI/AAAAAAAAANk/HimH00gALtE/s1600-h/200286591-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242002073005383762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL9VHLFY4FI/AAAAAAAAANk/HimH00gALtE/s320/200286591-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might be a horrible girlfriend. I love my boy, don't get me wrong. But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You knew there was a "but" in there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S started talking to me online tonight. Which is fine, we're friends, who used to fuck. A lot. And it would all be fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I got the invite to come over. We used to live not even a block from each other when I lived at my old place. So he was bummed that I wasn't there any more. He said he could use some company this week since his roommate is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bad part is I thought about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentally smack me upside the head right now. I can take it. And I deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, in theory I could go over there and we could just hang out and do our friend thing that we do so well. But....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....You never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't help that I'm horny as HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO HAVE SEX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm usually not a sex machine at all, but damn. The Boy and I haven't had sex since around noon on Saturday. And it was a quickie before we went to a wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I thinking? I love the Boy. I really do. I love being with him, I love everything about us. It just happens like this though. We're having a rough spot because of the whole me moving thing, and school starting, and he got fired from his job so he's trying to start up his own IBO thing. And what happens, S just comes flying right back into the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't fall for it. I love the Boy way too much to screw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he just asked me how my love life was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so worried I'm going to screw up what I have with the Boy. It's the first really great relationship I've ever had. The first functional one, and it's just, it's too good. I've been waiting for something to screw it up, mainly because that's what typically happens to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think that way. I have a great boyfriend and things will be amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&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/146944567665687245-6081379141551673127?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/6081379141551673127/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=6081379141551673127' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/6081379141551673127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/6081379141551673127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-i-might-be-horrible-girlfriend.html' title='I think I might be a horrible girlfriend...'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL9VHLFY4FI/AAAAAAAAANk/HimH00gALtE/s72-c/200286591-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-4254980393703007303</id><published>2008-09-02T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:59:44.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will almost always use quotes to describe my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL04nt3vP-I/AAAAAAAAANU/A-L_pBhVoQU/s1600-h/meredithandderek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407796308557794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL04nt3vP-I/AAAAAAAAANU/A-L_pBhVoQU/s200/meredithandderek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite Grey's Anatomy quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually that's not fair, I probably couldn't narrow it down to even 25 quotes that I would say were my favorite. I love them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I was a jerk. Sometimes boyfriends can be jerks, but it doesn't mean you stop talking to them. You get that I'm saying I'm sorry, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You yelled at me for no reason, and then you walked away. And now you show up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Of course I showed up. Why wouldn't I? You don't trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ok, well this is how it works. You fight sometimes and somebody apologizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well, how am I supposed to know that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You've never done this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;No, I've never done this before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hmm. Okay, all right. Well, this is- From now on, you can expect that I'm gonna show up. Even if I yell. Even if you yell. I'm always gonna show up. Okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meredith:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, it's time for me to get my booty in gear because I have to be to my first class of the semester in a half hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-4254980393703007303?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/4254980393703007303/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=4254980393703007303' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4254980393703007303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4254980393703007303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-almost-always-use-quotes-to.html' title='I will almost always use quotes to describe my life'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SL04nt3vP-I/AAAAAAAAANU/A-L_pBhVoQU/s72-c/meredithandderek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-6973725935867474284</id><published>2008-09-01T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:22:33.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama queens?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLxOsdT0RDI/AAAAAAAAANM/so6yxBKq_lo/s1600-h/DEN2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241150592041370674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLxOsdT0RDI/AAAAAAAAANM/so6yxBKq_lo/s320/DEN2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it that guys are so dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that I'm not the typical girl, in the fact that I should really be a gay man, but seriously, I don't do drama. I don't get it. Drama does no one any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy today was being hella pissy with me. It all started when I had a simple status message up on my AIM. All it said, and I quote, was "Shower and such". He got upset and weirded out and was wondering why I would want to broadcast that to the world. He was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Did you ever see that movie, where there was a girl and the last thing that she said was that she was getting naked and getting in the shower? Well the next thing you know she was raped and killed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one I'd like to know what crazy movie he was talking about. For two, seriously? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was just weirded out. And then I said I would change it, no big deal. Then he freaked out and was worried that he was being an ass and then he said he would go away because he didn't want to talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What. The. Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he's all pissy and saying that I should just go out and enjoy the errands that I have to run, and how he doesn't care about tonight (we're going to have a bbq with Boom Boom and Tits).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then just as I get home I get a text from him (after not hearing from him for an hour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How's it coming love?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so don't get men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-6973725935867474284?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/6973725935867474284/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=6973725935867474284' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/6973725935867474284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/6973725935867474284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/09/drama-queens.html' title='Drama queens?'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLxOsdT0RDI/AAAAAAAAANM/so6yxBKq_lo/s72-c/DEN2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-3426289113013216646</id><published>2008-08-31T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:03:47.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLtpIWQKldI/AAAAAAAAANE/z25ZdY0hqdU/s1600-h/5226234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240898183508956626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLtpIWQKldI/AAAAAAAAANE/z25ZdY0hqdU/s320/5226234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So since I've dropped off the face of the blogging world, I think it's time for an update post! Get ready for it....Annnnnnnnnnnnd go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(As described &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/03/water-water-everywhere-and-not-drop-to.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and well &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-fasting.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has dropped off the face of the Earth. According to Stalkbook, he has a girlfriend and has moved to the other side of the state. Such is life, it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy-Formally-Known-As-Boy-With-A-Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(As known in &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/03/study-date-with-boy-formally.html"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;post, and later ones of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy-Formally and I have lost contact over the summer. This tends to happen in college towns, except for the little detail of he stayed in town and so did I. Oh well. If I remember correctly he and I are taking a class together this fall so we shall see. It doesn't matter though for romantic purposes, but he was a great guy, we could definitely be friends. And when I say friends, I mean it, just friends. I'm sure he'll come back into the picture come Tuesday when classes start back up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Find him &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and of course &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/05/eeee-excitement.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and then again &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/05/attachment-fast.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and also &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-stance.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhhhh Texter. I actually only heard from him a few times this summer during our class together. Lord only knows what this boy is doing, but we haven't spoken/texted since about June. God there is just something about him though that draws me to him. I don't get it. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boom Boom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh you can read about him &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/05/attachment-fast.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and then again &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-stance.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Boom Boom. Hahaha, that name for him still cracks me up. Boom Boom is doing lovely, he and I are still in contact, and actually have become quite great friends. We still sing together, and he has even found himself another girl to buy things for. Her name is Tits McGee. She's blond, and really titty and whore-ish. Hence the name, Tits McGee. I can't stand the bitch. Oh there will be all sorts of stories about her. But enough about her (even that was too much about her). Boom Boom causes bits of drama between me and the Boy (update to come on him shortly). Because they are close friends, the Boy worries that Boom Boom still has feelings for me, and Tits also feels that way. We make it work though. I still have absolutely no interest in him whatsoever, just a good, straight, male friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; (EEEE! The long awaited update on S)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm not even going to put all the ones he was in, mainly because I had to edit them so that E wouldn't know what was actually going on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S is one of the reasons why I'm going completely anonymous. There was so much I wanted to say about him, but I couldn't because E didn't know about us. S and I had lots of sex. Lots and lots of fantastic sex. And E thought we were no more than friends. And unless S has blabbed to her about us, then she still has no idea we were together. S and I went from being friends, to being together, to both of us disappearing from each others lives. It wasn't intentional, things just weren't going to work out between us. I wanted a relationship with him, and I'm sure that things could have worked out longer than it did, but you can't force something to happen. It's one of those things that I'll always remember, and in a good way. I really loved being with him, it was fun, and what I needed at the time. And now he and I are just friends, which is where we need to be. Needless to say he will always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iGuy&lt;/strong&gt; (From here on out will be known as "The Boy")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Can be found &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-has-spooning-date.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and that actually might be all, wow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iGuy, aka, the Boy, is my boy. That's right people, watch out! Mafia has finally met her match! I have settled down and I'm actually in a real, grown-up, serious relationship! Can you believe it? Because I sure can't. Looking back on it now and how far we've come, it's just amazing. The whole deal with him and the Roomie (aka C from here on out, mainly because we're not roomies anymore, so sad), was that once I said I had a BF (aka S), he realized that he couldn't have me. However, he could be around C, which would of course put him around me. He and I ended up hanging out more and more, and I was sure that we were on the friendship track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the most amazing night happened. And it didn't even involve sex!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boy and I went out for dinner, stopped at the store to get some drinks, and then went back to my place. He had a few drinks, we had some friends come over. It was an amazing time. And then he and I decided to lay on my living room floor, and he and I spooned, while listening to a storm with the windows open until about 6am. It's sounds cheesy and lame, but it was such an incredible night. It took every ounce of energy I had not to kiss him. That lasted until about 5am, when he said that he couldn't wait any longer to kiss me. And basically my world has been spinning ever since that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows me and has been able to read me better than anyone I've ever met. He even rivals Will. It's insane. I didn't know I could love someone so much. That's right people, I love him, with all of my heart. I can't believe the words that are coming out of my mouth either, it's not just you. But I can't imagine my life without him, and I don't even remember what my life was like before him (I have to go back through my old blogs to remember haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those were the updates on the men in my life. But now the men don't matter, only one man does. The man fasting and attachment fasting and focusing on myself totally paid off. And I couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know this is turning out to be long, but bear with me here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to update on myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have now moved out of my place that I had with C (the roomie). Mainly because Snookie came back from England, and something had changed with her. The whole study abroad thing did not go over well with her. She came back and moved in and we just got in one fight after another, and couldn't even be in the same room together. She would yell at me and say that it was HER apartment, she could only tolerate me because she said I would stay in my room all the time, my boyfriend couldn't come over unless she said it was ok, I mean, I could go on and on and on with the shit that she said to me. She said absolutely horrible things to me, and it was just painful to even go back to my own house. It was a total turn around from living with C (who is absolutely fabulous to live with). So I ended up deciding that I couldn't live my life for her, or run my life around her, and I didn't deserve to be treated as horribly as she was treating me, so I moved. In 3 hours, with a van from where I work (P2) and my Boys Durango, I packed up and was moved out. I am now paying rent to not live someplace until I can find a sub leaser. I just couldn't live like that. And now my friendship of 16 years with Snookie is on the line. But something changed with her. And if she's going to be that kind of person with me, then that's not the kind of friend I want or deserve. Such is life I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am. Completely broke and in love. And thus this is where the new Notes from a Mafia Princess (Part Deux) will commence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you new to me, I'm a fabulous mafia princess. I'm also a pre-med student with a major in Psychology, a concentration in pre-med, and minors in French, Biology, and Chemistry. I'm insane. I love to shop (and have been forcing myself to stay out of stores so that I'm not even tempted to shop), and I'm addicted to coffee and espresso, and lattes. I have the worlds most amazing friends, an obscenely crazy family, the worlds most wonderful boyfriend, and the kind of life that you just can't make up. It should really be a movie someday, and it will have the best musical score and soundtrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me, take me or leave me, love it or leave it alone. I hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More blogging to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And I realize that I'm late on this, but dear God did I LOVE the Sex and the City movie! Totally worth the wait!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146944567665687245-3426289113013216646?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/3426289113013216646/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=3426289113013216646' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/3426289113013216646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/3426289113013216646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-time.html' title='Update time!'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLtpIWQKldI/AAAAAAAAANE/z25ZdY0hqdU/s72-c/5226234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146944567665687245.post-4670166771061017845</id><published>2008-08-27T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:55:02.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLYhLgalZFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fsIFHYPMTmI/s1600-h/200159563-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239411698055865426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLYhLgalZFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fsIFHYPMTmI/s200/200159563-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right blogging world, it's me, Mafia, and I'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might remember me from my other blog (the original &lt;a href="http://notesfromamafiaprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Notes from a Mafia Princess&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to make up a new blog and I am making the change over to being completely anonymous, meaning no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RLF&lt;/span&gt; (real life friends).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, completely unedited and fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come later, but damn does it feel good to be back!&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/146944567665687245-4670166771061017845?l=notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/feeds/4670166771061017845/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146944567665687245&amp;postID=4670166771061017845' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4670166771061017845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146944567665687245/posts/default/4670166771061017845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesfromamafiaprincessdeux.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Jenamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056957798915794555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLDyVhndvgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h7M9BE-g3ns/S220/icon018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eb7fTK8pLDI/SLYhLgalZFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fsIFHYPMTmI/s72-c/200159563-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
