<?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-3784602</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:28:06.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany's World</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything and everything that's in my head at the moment... :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-108365621684725978</id><published>2004-05-04T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T01:40:50.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh!  So here it is 1:30 in the damn morning and I can't sleep as usual.  I'm so sick of this!  I have 3 finals tomorrow and if I do bad because of lack of sleep I'm gonna be soooo pissed!  I'd take one of my beautiful little sleeping pills, but it's too late for that and I'll end up sleeping through my alarm.  I found out today that textbooks for my summer classes are gonna cost $500!!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/108365621684725978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/108365621684725978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108365621684725978' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-108339516933429104</id><published>2004-05-01T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:10:22.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn!  I didn't realize how long it had been since I had written anything in here.  I had better get on the ball.  So what's new with me?  Only everything!  Let's see, I left California about a year and a half ago, and am now back in Colorado.  Boulder to be exact.  I got into the University of Colorado and am finally getting good grades for once.  Mom got married, my brother Scott got married...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/108339516933429104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/108339516933429104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108339516933429104' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-82570516</id><published>2002-10-05T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T19:29:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am on a Saturday afternoon, sitting around in my pjs being bored as hell.  How is it that my mom is off in Cancun and I'm sitting here stuffing my face and watching tv?  I should probably go out and run errands or go for a walk in the park, but I think I feel too lazy for that.  I'll just sit here and watch "Cruel Intentions" and depress myself by thinking about the time I watched it with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82570516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82570516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82570516' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-82539827</id><published>2002-10-04T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T16:27:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHAHA!!!  Ok, I've come to the realization that I truly don't have an ounce of sex appeal.  I mean, no matter how hard I try to fit the part of the flirtacious, sexy girl, it just doesn't work for me.  When you're a natural-born dorky klutz like me, it's hard to be anything but.  Here's what happened to me today.  I'm still laughing about it.  I went to fill up my car with gas and in the middle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82539827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82539827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82539827' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-82245117</id><published>2002-09-28T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T14:30:47.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I went back to the online message board that I used to post on.  It was the anxiety and panic disorder forum and I used to visit it a million times a day.  Anyway, I went today just to see if anyone I used to talk to was still around, and how they were doing.  Turns out, there are quite a few of my online friends still there and from reading their posts, it seems they aren't much better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82245117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82245117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82245117' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-82123245</id><published>2002-09-25T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T19:38:53.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm excited!!  Last night on campus I met this absolutely gorgeous man.  I don't remember his name, but I remember he's really hot, and that's what matters right?  Hahahaha!!!  Oh, and he's Brazilian.  Yummy!  He's got that sexy accent and everything.  He's in my calculus class and during our break he came up and started talking to me.  I was thinking, "What the???  This NEVER happens to me."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82123245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82123245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82123245' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-82022389</id><published>2002-09-23T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T19:59:17.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*  Some things just never change.  Why do I always get all excited when a new year of college starts, thinking "it'll be so great this year, and definitely better than the last."  I should've learned by now that it never happens.  Today was the first day of classes at Foothill and yeah, it was pretty nice, but there is still so much crap I've got to overcome in order to make good grades.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82022389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/82022389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82022389' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-81756307</id><published>2002-09-17T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T21:52:37.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I went up to campus today to check out where my classes are and to pick up my books.  I just about fell flat on my ass when the cashier rang up my books.  $400!!!!!!! I'm only taking 3 classes!  When I was in Oklahoma, I took at least 5 classes every semester and I've never paid that much.  I guess these people have to make $$ somehow since tuition is so freakin' cheap.  My whole tuition </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/81756307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/81756307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81756307' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-81703006</id><published>2002-09-16T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T20:36:11.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh!  My mom will not get off my case about going to this stupid seminar that's supposed to help you become a positive thinker and all that crap.  She went through it and swears it'll change my life completely.  I realize that my life and attitude really sucks sometimes, but can spending 12 hours a day, for 4 days in a room with 275 other people really be life altering?  Not to mention that it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/81703006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/81703006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81703006' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784602.post-81643362</id><published>2002-09-15T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T18:22:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother got engaged today!!  I'm so excited for him.  I love his girlfriend and I know they're gonna be so happy together.  Still, I feel incredibly selfish 'cause there's that nagging voice in the back of my head screaming at me that there's something wrong with me because here's yet another person in my life who's settling down with someone they love.  That's 7 people now who are in my age </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/81643362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3784602/posts/default/81643362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weathergirl.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81643362' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027504103582262780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3abuaJLu6-s/SUtI4Rs7YMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyiPc-vxFbo/S220/Dec+2008.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
