<?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-6532878934913997884</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:33:43.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life's too short, take photographs</title><subtitle type='html'>the adventures of emily</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7024010091226529984</id><published>2010-01-07T00:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:54:12.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PCA</title><content type='html'>I wasn't even going to watch this, but either my mom or my sister taped it. So I watched it since my dad was taping MANswers and he never gets his shows taped. I didn't get to see the ending because I'm guessing it ran over. But here are some of the winners. Winners are in bold, my choices are in italics. I love that people wanted Taylor to win Country Artist. HAHAHA that award definitely goes to Carrie! Andy should have won Web Celeb! Cobra Starship looked &amp; sounded AHMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite talk show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the ellen show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite comedy movie&lt;br /&gt;he's just not that into you&lt;br /&gt;bride wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;17 again&lt;/span&gt; - only one i've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite R&amp;B artist&lt;br /&gt;beyoncé&lt;br /&gt;alicia keys&lt;br /&gt;usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mariah carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jennifer hudson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite tv comedy actor&lt;br /&gt;alec baldwin&lt;br /&gt;jim parsons&lt;br /&gt;charlie sheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;steve carell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neil patrick harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite tv comedy actress&lt;br /&gt;tina fey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alyson hannigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eva longoria parker&lt;br /&gt;amy poehler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;america ferrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite tv comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the big bang theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office&lt;br /&gt;desperate housewives&lt;br /&gt;two and a half men&lt;br /&gt;how i met your mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite country artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;carrie underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keith urban&lt;br /&gt;taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;rascall flatts&lt;br /&gt;brad paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite tav drama actor&lt;br /&gt;matthew fox&lt;br /&gt;patrick dempsey&lt;br /&gt;mark harmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hugh laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiefer sutherland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite movie actresses - hard to choose, all my girls&lt;br /&gt;anne hathaway&lt;br /&gt;drew barrymore&lt;br /&gt;kristen stewart&lt;br /&gt;jennifer aniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sandra bullock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite action star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gerard butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vin diesel&lt;br /&gt;shia labeouf&lt;br /&gt;christian bale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hugh jackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite independent film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inglorious basterds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite breakout movie actor&lt;br /&gt;sam worthington&lt;br /&gt;chris pine&lt;br /&gt;joseph gordon-levitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;taylor lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zachary quinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite male artist&lt;br /&gt;john mayer&lt;br /&gt;tim mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;keith urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jason mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite web celeb&lt;br /&gt;miley cyrus&lt;br /&gt;p. diddy&lt;br /&gt;will ferrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ashton kutcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;andy samberg&lt;/span&gt; - SHOULD HAVE WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite new tv drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vampire diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite new tv comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite female artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;taylor swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;britney spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrie underwood&lt;br /&gt;beyoncé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite movie actor&lt;br /&gt;hugh jackman&lt;br /&gt;brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;robert pattinson - you're my boo and all, but you were up against legends&lt;br /&gt;ryan reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;johnny depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7024010091226529984?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7024010091226529984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7024010091226529984' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7024010091226529984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7024010091226529984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2010/01/pca.html' title='PCA'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6966818683764920071</id><published>2009-12-31T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:39:32.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Decade</title><content type='html'>The 2nd decade of my life is coming to an end VERY shortly. Here's a look back at my 2000-2009.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 10 years, I graduated from 4 schools. Elementary school, Middle school, High school, &amp; Hesser College. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first concert, the Backstreet Boys on September 10th, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours after I got home from my first concert, the first plane hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first wedding. My now aunt &amp; uncle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first crush. Aaron Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first dance was the 6th grade Beach Dance that was just after my 12th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first over night trip away from my family was to Ferry Beach in Maine during 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went to a different school. Middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first trip to the hospital. July 21st, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went thru a family member passing away. My grandfather passed away on August 3rd, 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went to Disney World. June 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first middle school best friend, Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job at 15. Auction Runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first limo ride for my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first hockey player crush. Jerrid Smithson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I watched American Idol, the moment Kelly Clarkson won the first season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Broadway show, Avenue Q on May 26th, 2008. Also my first time in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Red Sox game. June 24th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Bruins game. March 19th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first roommate, Jesi. Every roommate after that. Jami, Ashley, Jen, Katie, Tessa, Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I voted for the next President of the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6966818683764920071?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6966818683764920071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6966818683764920071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6966818683764920071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6966818683764920071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/2nd-decade.html' title='2nd Decade'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3798630189515126543</id><published>2009-12-28T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:49:14.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CREEEEEEPY!</title><content type='html'>So my dad, sister and I went to the Holiday Tournament for my alma mater. The boys won, of course. But as we were driving home, I realized something. It's icy on the roads. Normally I wouldn't really make a big deal about it. But two years ago today (December 27th), Stephen Record died on the way home from shopping with one of his best friends. I can't remember if I told you this story already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short of it is Stephen was a year behind me in school &amp; in my Journalism class the semester he passed away. He and his best friend were on their way home from shopping before they had to play in the Holiday Tournament. Well Steve's friend was the driver and slide on some ice &amp; hit head on into an oncoming truck. Steve died when he got to the hospital (or pronounced dead at the scene, I can't remember and I don't wanna bring it up to anyone). If he hadn't had trauma to his head, he would of only suffered a broken arm. His friend suffered two broken legs &amp; a broken left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find it insanely creepy that it was ICY on the way home from THE HOLIDAY TOURNAMENT since it was TWO YEARS after Steve passed away. I can't remember if last year it was icy on this day. Of course, if I remember right, I was at my Nana's this day last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3798630189515126543?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3798630189515126543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3798630189515126543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3798630189515126543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3798630189515126543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/creeeeeepy.html' title='CREEEEEEPY!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2943427745765517971</id><published>2009-12-23T23:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:37:14.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>112</title><content type='html'>I bet you're asking yourself why I named this post 112. Well...&lt;br /&gt;1. it is my 112 post. &lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't know what else to call it. this post is just random.&lt;br /&gt;3. I really hate that I am continuing to post after the post before this one, #111. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 has become just an important number to me since December 10th, 2008. It's when Eleven Past One found me. 111, Eleven Past One 1:11. Yeah I think you get it. But i can not not post. So sadly, I will have to go past #111. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's almost Christmas Day yet again and I hate that I didn't get my family what I wanted to get them. I'm too poor to buy anything. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda hate when Bud blogs on the team's website. It just shows how incredible he probably is. I kinda like that I say his name on here. He will probably be the only guy's name that I will post on here. I don't know why, I guess there's something about him that lets me be confident enough to say his name. And the fact that I find him attractive. Its not like I'll ever really know him. He'll probably never know that I slightly like him. He'll never know me. And I'm learning to be okay with that. But Bud, stop making your blogs so amazing. It's not like he says a lot but the little things that get me. Let me show you his latest blog that they put up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/23/09&lt;br /&gt;Insight Into Curious George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Bud Holloway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Well, as of this week your Manchester Monarchs are holding down first place in the AHL!  Now, with two big games last weekend, we kept ourselves in a good spot heading into the Christmas break.  Although we're still losing guys from our line-up faster than Tiger is fans....too soon?  But all jokes aside, and as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago week, we've had so many roster changes this year and guys playing through injury; this break could not have come at a better time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holiday season!  Snow on the ground, everyone’s in a good mood and Chevy Chase on the TV every night.  One of my favorite things to do though is go tobogganing!  One year, my cousin found a little spot in the valley for good sledding and we would all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jump on the inflated tractor tire tube and fly down the hill&lt;/span&gt;.  I know everyone has the image that Saskatchewan is really flat, and it is, but when you are going down a huge valley you can really generate top end speed.  The best part is when we just jump on the ski-doo to head up the hill instead of making the trek back.  Also, I especially like a good Christmas lights display; something about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;taking the time to decorate your house is respectful&lt;/span&gt;.  But it also could be that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm attracted to bright lights&lt;/span&gt;!  Either way, it makes a cold December night a little warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with all the good there is some bad.  Christmas shopping!  I love buying my family and close friends gifts but I never know what to buy.  That's probably why gift cards are so popular these days; but where is the fun in that!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'd rather struggle and come up with something unique than take the easy way out.&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe that's why there is a look of disappointment when every one opens up their presents from me!  Just kidding.  No matter what you get Christmas morning, the supper at night makes up for it and everyone knows that’s true.  This is why everyone wears sweat pants to supper so you don't have to get rid of the top button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. – Don’t forget the sale on Geoff Walker jerseys at the Monarchs Pro Shop!  Apparently they haven't been selling at all and they’re paying you to take them.  (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Haha, just kidding but it would make Geoff feel better if you stopped by and bought him something pretty&lt;/span&gt;.)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bolded (I know, not a word) the little things. The things that make me go wow. Ugh I hate it. I just want to meet him again and blow raspberries in his face. Haha, I know childish &amp; he'll have no idea why I would do that. But I don't know, it would just make me smile. Puuuuuuuuuurfect, I'm listening to A Rocket to the Moon's song "Like We Used To" while I'm finishing talking about "Prince of Wapella". Oh yeah, when I meet him again, I'm gonna walk up to him and say "Hi, Prince of Wapella. It's really cool that I'm meeting a 'Prince' today" and then blow raspberries in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna have a better post than this one really soon. I'm not going to tell you about it but I'm proud of myself for thinking of it! It will be up before the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! I almost forgot! What kinda made me die was when the Monarchs did their annual "Christmas Toy" video. Go see it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=107356335941641&amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! When it gets to Bud, I died. &lt;blockquote&gt;My best Christmas Present ever was when I realized Drew Bagnall was my friend! You guys weren't there! You don't know what it was like!&lt;/blockquote&gt; Sorry I ruined Bud's part for you but you should still watch it to see the rest of the guys. That's what I want for a boyfriend. Interviewed but puts adorable humor into it! I wish they would interview Viatcheslav Voynov or Andrei Loktionov. So they're Russian, I don't care! Put captions under them! I wanna hear that Russian accent! I've hardly have heard Slavas and Andrei's new and I haven't met him yet so I haven't heard him speak. Just give me some Russian!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't tell me that Drew shouldn't be an actor. I can't think of who he sounds like but that tone would do great in Hollywood! Even tho my dad says its Bud that should be the actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2943427745765517971?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2943427745765517971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2943427745765517971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2943427745765517971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2943427745765517971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/112.html' title='112'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8025984781258135769</id><published>2009-12-14T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:20:37.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hope suspensions come out tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Scott Fletcher better have the remaining season &amp; possible playoffs next to his name. Or I'm going to Springfield, Mass and raising hell! He has one messed up head! Yesterday he fought with Kevin Westgarth during the Monarchs versus Providence Bruins game. I saw on theahl.com gamesheet that he had fought with Kevin &amp; got two penalties. 5 for fighting and 10 for match. Since I wasn't at the game, I didn't know what happened. I read this on the Monarchs Facebook fan page.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "Fletcher received an extra 5 minute major penalty for intent to injure as he had taped his hands prior to the fight. Monarchs are on the power play."&lt;/span&gt; THE BASSTURD WANTED TO INJURE KEVIN! Ohhh I was so pissed yesterday! Who in the hell does such a thing? And why didn't anyone stop him in the locker room?! Obviously his teammates must have seen him! His team should be suspended too! Accessory to injury. I mean they can charge someone as an accessory to a crime or murder. This is like the same thing! Well anyway, Fletcher needs to be severely punished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8025984781258135769?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8025984781258135769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8025984781258135769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8025984781258135769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8025984781258135769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-hope-suspensions-come-out.html' title='I really hope suspensions come out tomorrow!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-4884594258242724441</id><published>2009-12-11T00:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:56:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Wapella</title><content type='html'>11/27/09&lt;br /&gt;Insight Into Curious George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Bud Holloway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well another two weeks have rolled by since my last blog.  It's crazy how so many large events can take place in such a short amount of time.  I'll explain that last part in greater detail by walking you through those weeks and sharing some of the thoughts that roll through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really never know what's going to happen in the course of a hockey season, and this one is no different.  There have been call-ups to L.A. like "Scooter" Parse, Segs (Segal) and Lokty (Loktionov), and now we have been hit by the injury bug.  Azey (Azevedo) has a “lower body” injury and will be out for a while.  Now all he does is lie in his room and listen to "Every Rose Has Its Thorn."  It's hard to get to sleep with him crying over how well written the song is.  And we had a few other guys go down that will be sidelined until well after the new year, along with other bumps and bruises here and there.  But that is to be expected, and so you deal with it and push on.  It happens at every level of hockey, and to every team.  The guys in the locker room know that and they know that we have the character to push through it while continuing to win hockey games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a couple of people were confused when the heading of the last blog contained the name George.  I suppose I should explain myself on why they call me Bud.  It all started when I was a young jet fighter pilot still trying to deal with the death of my wingman...never mind, that’s the plot of Top Gun.  Like I was saying, there are three George's in my family:  Grandpa, Dad, and myself.  It got very confusing when someone would say "George" because no one really knew who they were talking about.  When I was just a little guy, my babysitter, Aunty Margaret, started to call me Bud and it's really stuck.  I was known as Bud so in school, that’s all I ever wrote down.  The only thing I write George for is legal stuff to keep me out of trouble.  Although, I have introduced myself as George Edward Holloway lll - Prince of Wapella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s late November and still no snow.  I know there are many people who hate the cold and snow but I am not one of them.  But it hasn't even been close to snowing yet with the 10 - 15 degree days (50 - 60F for the Americans).  I walked out of the rink the other day and Westy was catching some rays.  I know the female readers are probably picturing a Fabio type image as I say that, and let me be the first to tell you it was.  Except there was no white horse, just Cliche.  My point being that Christmas is right around the corner and I'm not even going to be able to take the ski-doo out!  Other than seeing family and friends, that's one of the best parts about going home for the holidays.  Cruising out into the country looking for moose, deer, saskquatch, or whatever my Dad and Sis and I may find is awesome.  Especially because Dad always lets me ride the new sled when I'm home!  Thanks Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s all for this week.  I hear rumors floating around that Elkins may be doing a little write up on some of the flicks he has watched so look out for that next week.  Well I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know everyone has been dying to know...... Edward or Jacob.... and the answer is Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-4884594258242724441?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/4884594258242724441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=4884594258242724441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4884594258242724441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4884594258242724441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/prince-of-wapella.html' title='Prince of Wapella'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6534081073215158609</id><published>2009-12-11T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:38:36.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dougie's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SyHau5awbaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r7LS2vf1Kq0/s1600-h/adam_doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SyHau5awbaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r7LS2vf1Kq0/s320/adam_doug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413848726297931170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True fact about that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug and Adam called me "the smartest Wal*Mart shopper they've ever met". The Monarchs had a small meet and greet at Sub Way in Wal*Mart. I believe this was back in April of '05. (Date on picture is when I took my camera and took a picture of this picture) We waited a while, my dad and I were there early. Finally PR Kim arrived and told us (my dad &amp; I and then there was a mother &amp; son) that the guys would arrive shortly. About I don't know 15-20 minutes later, the guys arrived to Wal*Mart. We let the mother and son meet Doug and Adam first. Then we met them. They were the nicest guys ever. When we were walking away, my dad asked me if we should go print out my picture with the guys. We were at Wal*Mart, they have a photo lab, we could print out the picture and bring it back to get autographed. So we printed it out the picture I got with the guys and went back to Sub Way. I walked back up to the guys and I believe they said "you're back!" And I hand the photo to one of them. I can't remember which one said it, but one of said "Wow, I think you're the smartest Wal*Mart shopper we've ever met!" Made my lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6534081073215158609?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6534081073215158609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6534081073215158609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6534081073215158609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6534081073215158609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/dougies-back.html' title='Dougie&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SyHau5awbaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r7LS2vf1Kq0/s72-c/adam_doug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5203621693687792555</id><published>2009-12-10T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:47:37.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey players into the Twilight series? That would be a yes. You're joking right? No I am not.</title><content type='html'>Just ask Corey Elkins of the Manchester Monarchs. I love that they're having the players write small blogs on the website. Corey gave New Moon 4 out of 5 pucks. I wish he could of written more. Don't worry, I'll find out who those five "nameless" guys are. But I don't know if I will share it with the world. If I can find out, I might just keep it to myself. But I will say I sure as hell wish I had been there when he and the "nameless" guys saw New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12/09/09&lt;br /&gt;Corey Elkins' Five-Puck Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Corey Elkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Monarchs fans. Here is my first attempt at developing my movie analysis skills.  Who knows, maybe I will end up having a career after hockey!  Ebert and Elkins...No??  The movie for this first edition is the second chapter of the Twilight Saga, New Moon, and I gave it a rating of four pucks out of five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some might say that this is a “chick flick,” or at least not a typical movie for a hockey player to be interested in.  However, I will have you know that five teammates of mine, who shall remain nameless, snuck into the very same theatre I was in without seeing me.  Let's just say that I heard one guy crutching up the stairs, and a whole lot of noise whenever Jacob (Taylor Lautner) entered the screen with his shirt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would advise anyone who enjoyed the movie to read the books.  A lot of the story is what goes on inside Bella’s head.  This is a major aspect of the book, which the movie is unable to capture.  In the book, the story develops at a slower pace, which allows for so many more details and emotions to develop among the characters, particularly Bella and Jacob.  Being a fan of the books, I have to say that the movie did not quite do justice to the story.  Jeff Zatkoff is a fellow fan of Twilight, and he is in agreement with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An additional critique would be regarding the acting skills of the wolves.  At times, they were a bit cheesy and it felt like they were reading from a teleprompter.  However, as long as Jacob kept his shirt off, I think the five nameless guys behind me were just fine with his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting for the story is on the Olympic Peninsula in Forks, Washington, and La Push, a Native American Reservation on the coast.  Although the movie is filmed in British Columbia, I thought they really did a good job capturing the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is, at this point in the story, whose side are you on?  George "Bud" Holloway III, Prince of Wapella, gave his opinion at the end of his blog last week, siding with Edward the Vampire.  Bud and I agree to disagree.  I am team Jacob...at least for now.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.manchestermonarchs.com/fullstory.php?id=3517&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5203621693687792555?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5203621693687792555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5203621693687792555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5203621693687792555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5203621693687792555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/12/hockey-players-into-twilight-series.html' title='Hockey players into the Twilight series? That would be a yes. You&apos;re joking right? No I am not.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1687461309638601715</id><published>2009-11-21T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:12:04.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh I'm sick of boy problems</title><content type='html'>I really want to ask God why he made guys so damn hot. I mean seriously, I hate being tortured. I might have found a really great guy but there's no way in hell he'd date me. I'm not the kind of girl he wants. I know I'm great and whatnot but I hate that I'm not what he wants. I know I should move on, there's other fish in the ocean but I just absolutely hate that personality-wise I'm probably what he wants but not looks. I know a guy shouldn't choose a girl over looks, but he's in that category of guys who choose that beautiful girl. Okay, so I don't know him that well but from everything I see, its what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can start my master plan now I can get him within a year. Hopefully. If I actually start it after Thanksgiving that is. Because I can't stand not having him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-1687461309638601715?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1687461309638601715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1687461309638601715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1687461309638601715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1687461309638601715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh-im-sick-of-boy-problems.html' title='Ugh I&apos;m sick of boy problems'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2799508441780809447</id><published>2009-11-09T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:33:46.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I havent blog yet in November?!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha, nope I haven't. So this is my first post nine days into the month. I think I'm serverly addicted to tumblr. It's really gonna turn into a big problem somewhere down the road. I think I'm addicted to raising my tumblarity up constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should either go to the Downtown Fiction concert or the Monarchs game on Wednesday. I should get out an about and let tumblr be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my addiction to tumblr, I haven't really been up to much. Pretty much just tumblr &amp; street teamed all weekend. Pretty boring I know. But it was a lazy weekend for me. I probably wont get another one for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home most weekends now. Been helping the family organize things at my Grams since we're going to be selling it hopefully within the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another concert! I'm dying since my last one on October 23rd when I saw the ever-so-handsome Jesse Ruben. So good to see him again! If I don't see the TDF on Wed. I won't see one until the 27th &amp; 28th when I see Boys Like Girls, the Maine, A Rocket to the Moon, Cobra Starship &amp; Versa Emerge on the 27th. And Push Play, Phil Bensen &amp; Emily Osment on the 28th. Can NOT wait for that weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one month &amp; eight days left until I leave this horrid school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2799508441780809447?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2799508441780809447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2799508441780809447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2799508441780809447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2799508441780809447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-i-havent-blog-yet-in-november.html' title='Wow, I havent blog yet in November?!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8910616321697407871</id><published>2009-10-22T01:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:38:40.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't think I'd get this upset</title><content type='html'>I really didn't think I would get this upset over this. Any vacation I was planning is not happening. Of course, I blame part of it on Bud Holloway because he's got me listening to Eric Church's Carolina (sad country song). I just wanted a vacation so bad! I just wanted to go somewhere were I can disconnected myself from the world and just have fun with never-yet-to-face-have-met friends. I just wanted a vacation with no worries, drama or bullshit. I haven't had one since summer 2008 and with all the stress that has been going on here at Hesser, I just wanted to get away from it all. I guess that was too much to ask. Well my mother got her wish, she doesn't have to worry about me missing classes or spending that kind of money on me. I hope she knows that I am now gonna to demand a camera for Christmas. I've been wanting a "good" one for years but you know the elders, don't explore possibilities, just go with what's cheap and is crap. I'm picking out the one I want! I already have one in mind. And it's a hell of a lot cheaper than the one I was asking for around my birthday. 700 dollars cheaper! Now knowing that my Dallas or Orlando vacation isn't happening, that just drives me to making my trip to Cali this coming summer WILL HAPPEN! Even if I have to walk there! I will get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8910616321697407871?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8910616321697407871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8910616321697407871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8910616321697407871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8910616321697407871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-think-id-get-this-upset.html' title='I didn&apos;t think I&apos;d get this upset'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3822573928617141290</id><published>2009-10-05T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:04:07.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not worth it</title><content type='html'>I'm not worth your friendship. For some reason I never do anything right anymore. I am constantly being attacked. And they get their friends to attack me too. Seriously, this isn't high school. I can't take it anymore. I can't make anyone happy anymore, I guess I just piss them off. I'm just loosing friendships left and right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3822573928617141290?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3822573928617141290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3822573928617141290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3822573928617141290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3822573928617141290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-worth-it.html' title='I&apos;m not worth it'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6647455385127228178</id><published>2009-10-05T01:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:33:01.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Life: I will have seriously problems with alarms in the future</title><content type='html'>Sorry Madi, but I need to steal your "True Life" for this post. I seriously think I'm going to have like post-traumatic stress alarm disorder. PTSAD. I figured that out last Monday night, after our 4th alarm in 2 weeks last Monday morning. Monday night as I was trying to fall asleep, I was starting to freak out that there was going to be another alarm early Tuesday morning. I remember during the summer, my mom, sister and I were at Friendly's and their alarm in the kitchen was going off. I could hear it and I started freaking out. It's like the exact alarm with have here. I think I'm going to have some seriously problem in the future when I hear an alarm or something close to it. I'm already freaking out now. Well not at the moment but last week and such. You get my point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6647455385127228178?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6647455385127228178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6647455385127228178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6647455385127228178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6647455385127228178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-life-i-will-have-seriously.html' title='True Life: I will have seriously problems with alarms in the future'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-4569962027719343220</id><published>2009-10-01T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:29:34.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fall People</title><content type='html'>I am getting so sick of hearing people complain it's cold. It's like IT'S CALLED FALL IT'S GONNA GET COLD! What in the world are you going to do when WINTER comes?? Wait, you mean to tell me you've grown up in New England since you were born and YOU'RE STILL NOT USED TO THE COLD??? If you hate the cold, move SOUTH! This is New England, WE GET SNOW! I'm gonna start telling people that you can start complaining it's cold when you've stood outside the Verizon Wireless Arena for about an hour in about 15º to 20º with snow on the ground waiting to get a Mr. Potato Head. That was in I think December. I'm doing the same thing this coming February for the Kevin Westgarth Bobblefists. I WANT MY BOBBLEFISTS! So I have to stand outside in the freezing cold. Do that and then you can complain about the cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-4569962027719343220?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/4569962027719343220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=4569962027719343220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4569962027719343220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4569962027719343220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-fall-people.html' title='It&apos;s Fall People'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-4664430581185078527</id><published>2009-09-29T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:51:44.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love my team</title><content type='html'>Things like this is the reason I love my team so much! This is such a wonderful idea! I'm bringing as many boxes as I can afford! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"MANCHESTER, NH – The Monarchs Care Foundation, the charitable arm of the Manchester Monarchs, announced in a press conference on Tuesday that they are partnering with the New Hampshire Food Bank, Shaw’s and AutoFair to host New Hampshire’s largest known collection of macaroni and cheese, the Max &amp; Cheese Food Drive, at the Verizon Wireless Arena during the Monarchs Home Opener on Saturday, October 17 against the Portland Pirates at 7:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monarchs Care Foundation is asking fans to bring boxes of macaroni and cheese to the team’s Home Opener. During the game, fans will be able to use the boxes as noise makers to cheer the Monarchs on to victory. At the end of the game, the team will collect the boxes of macaroni and cheese and donate them to the New Hampshire Food Bank. The Monarchs Care Foundation will also have boxes of macaroni and cheese available during the game for donations to the New Hampshire Food Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Monarchs Care Foundation and the Manchester Monarchs are proud to partner with these local businesses to give back to the community and help feed the hungry,” explained Monarchs President Jeff Eisenberg. “We are committed to the city of Manchester and the state of New Hampshire and by hosting the Max &amp; Cheese Food Drive, we’ll be able to assist in feeding thousands of families across the state.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw’s will be promoting the Max &amp; Cheese Food Drive, as well as marketing their brand of macaroni and cheese at a discounted price of two boxes for $1.00, throughout 11 stores in New Hampshire. The Monarchs mascot, Max, will be visiting these locations to spread the word about the food drive and encourage fans to join him at the Monarchs Home Opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shaw’s is excited to be involved in this event with our friends at the New Hampshire Food Bank, and the Manchester Monarchs,” said Shaw’s Manager of Community Relations and Associate Communications Rick Tremblay. “What a fun and creative way to enjoy opening night and make a difference with a donation to the NH Food Bank. For Shaw’s, hunger relief is core to our charitable mission, and we are proud of our support, and of the long-standing relationship Shaw’s has had with the New Hampshire Food Bank.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, AutoFair is challenging Monarchs fans to bring macaroni and cheese to the game by committing to match all fans donations collected at the game, up to $5,000, for the New Hampshire Food Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AutoFair is thrilled to be a part of this wonderful initiative,” said President and CEO of AutoFair, Andy Crews. “We are committed to helping the hungry and making some noise at the Monarchs Home Opener. We challenge all fans to open their hearts and their wallets to help those less fortunate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of macaroni and cheese is a meal in itself. It has the basic building blocks of a wholesome meal and it’s so easy to make, even kids can do it. Macaroni and cheese is a comfort food and a staple item at the New Hampshire Food Bank as it has a two-year shelf life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Macaroni and cheese is one of the most requested items at the food bank,” said the New Hampshire Food Bank’s Executive Director Melanie Gosselin. “We distribute 20,000 pounds of food a day to individuals and agencies throughout the state. The demand for food grows on a daily basis and this food drive will assist us in meeting those demands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a box of macaroni and cheese to the Max &amp; Cheese Food Drive and make some noise at the Monarchs Home Opener on Saturday, October 17 at 7:00 p.m. versus Portland at the Verizon Wireless Arena. The first 5,000 fans to the Monarchs Home Opener will receive a magnetic schedule for the 2009-10 season. Catch all of the play-by-play action of Monarchs hockey with Ken Cail on the Monarchs Radio Network WGAM 900/1250 AM and at www.manchestermonarchs.com."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-4664430581185078527?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/4664430581185078527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=4664430581185078527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4664430581185078527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4664430581185078527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-why-i-love-my-team.html' title='This is why I love my team'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-786617197356166340</id><published>2009-09-28T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:16:08.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that loser is injured before the season even starts AGAIN! Second year in a row! He's gonna be mighty bored out of his mind if he comes back to Manch and still single! Well, well, well, I bet he wishes he hadn't deleted me off of facebook, I could keep him company well he recovers. Oh well, his loss not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-786617197356166340?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/786617197356166340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=786617197356166340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/786617197356166340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/786617197356166340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2762693730674387506</id><published>2009-09-28T13:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:51:02.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scariest Moment of my LIFE</title><content type='html'>Thank you God for looking out for Joey on September 27th, 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD0uI_gNbI/AAAAAAAAATY/S8RP2FepYdE/s1600-h/9026_140230894389_99150054389_2357069_1565694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD0uI_gNbI/AAAAAAAAATY/S8RP2FepYdE/s320/9026_140230894389_99150054389_2357069_1565694_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386574227860108722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD1vXgipCI/AAAAAAAAATg/cKde2EPlaMo/s1600-h/9026_140230984389_99150054389_2357072_5244994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD1vXgipCI/AAAAAAAAATg/cKde2EPlaMo/s320/9026_140230984389_99150054389_2357072_5244994_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386575348448273442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD2DlnRwrI/AAAAAAAAATo/cDVkC3Cn-Xk/s1600-h/9026_140230999389_99150054389_2357073_2047930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD2DlnRwrI/AAAAAAAAATo/cDVkC3Cn-Xk/s320/9026_140230999389_99150054389_2357073_2047930_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386575695832007346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD2O8EskHI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ltakwo1lLg8/s1600-h/9026_140231019389_99150054389_2357074_3246372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD2O8EskHI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ltakwo1lLg8/s320/9026_140231019389_99150054389_2357074_3246372_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386575890839539826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD3HlHmKtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z2mOQ02ebzs/s1600-h/10226_1130215098687_1326510164_30337279_6138472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD3HlHmKtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z2mOQ02ebzs/s320/10226_1130215098687_1326510164_30337279_6138472_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386576863930231506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was flipped on his side 7 1/2 times. He is okay. Still has that smile on his face. Didn't suffer any injuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2762693730674387506?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2762693730674387506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2762693730674387506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2762693730674387506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2762693730674387506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/scariest-moment-of-my-life.html' title='Scariest Moment of my LIFE'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsD0uI_gNbI/AAAAAAAAATY/S8RP2FepYdE/s72-c/9026_140230894389_99150054389_2357069_1565694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1436477237903515680</id><published>2009-09-28T03:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:06:15.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our brandy new bill!</title><content type='html'>$17,500 if doubled. Thank God we got rid of the other bill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-1436477237903515680?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1436477237903515680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1436477237903515680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1436477237903515680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1436477237903515680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-brandy-new-bill.html' title='Our brandy new bill!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8312760435329191309</id><published>2009-09-28T01:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:18:19.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Bud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsBE0088N2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/56X2XaWW_8c/s1600-h/100_5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsBE0088N2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/56X2XaWW_8c/s320/100_5195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380828693247842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA, this Bud Holloway, #9 &amp; LW for the Manchester Monarchs. This is his second season with the team. This particular picture is from open practice on Sept. 26th. I tagged Bud it in "yesterday" the 27th on facebook. About half an hour or so later, I see that he has tagged his teammate Drew Bagnall in the picture. Wanna know where? No you perverts! Bud's face. I'm waiting for Drew to come online. Don't know when that will be since I'm not friends with Drew on facebook? But I'm waiting for him to get online, see that he was tagged in a photo and I bet you anything, they'll start having a conversation on my photo. They might not since I'm a fan and not friends with Drew but God only knows with hockey players. Those two have been hilarious lately! So they might, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know if anything happens. I'll corner Bud if nothing happens by the start of the season. I'll ask him straight up if they talked about my photo face to face. lol :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8312760435329191309?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8312760435329191309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8312760435329191309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8312760435329191309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8312760435329191309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-bud.html' title='Meet Bud'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SsBE0088N2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/56X2XaWW_8c/s72-c/100_5195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7771293997710244994</id><published>2009-09-27T12:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:52:21.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll warn ya now</title><content type='html'>All season long, I'll probably put my frustration on here instead of putting them on the ahlboards.com . I always want to say something on the boards but I always get absolute backlash from the members there. People use their PMS way to much to explain their feelings. But I must speak out against their harsh words for the players of the Manchester Monarchs. I only still go on that website because to hear of transactions before they happen, meet &amp; greets or open practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Crosty was released from the Monarchs some few days or weeks ago. It is said that he has signed with the Detroit Red Wings but will most likely play with the Grand Rapid Griffins. I am so pissed off that people on the boards think that Crosty "took down" the team this past season &amp; that he was the reason why we didn't make playoffs for the 1st time in 8 seasons. That is the most BS thing I have ever heard! Seriously, they really think he's the reason why we didn't make playoffs?! Yet he had been with the team for 3 seasons. He was even on the team when they went further into playoffs than they had ever gone. But he was the reason for this past season. I think the reason why they didn't make playoffs for the first time was an entire team effort. By the last couple months it seemed like the team didn't want the Calder Cup that bad. Plus I do blame it on their parent organization the LA Kings for putting in Jonathan Bernier in for almost the entire season. You can't have a goalie start 8 straight times &amp; have him win every game. I don't even think Tim Thomas of the Boston Bruins can do that. And he's fan-freaking-tastic! They played Bernier way too much. He's good but he isn't God. And putting Bernier all the time probably made the back-up goalie Danny Taylor a little depressed. And by the time Taylor was put in, the team never helped him because they always relied on Bernier. I'm not putting any blame on Bernier because he did what was asked of him &amp; did as best as he could, but damn that kid needed more of a break than they gave him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we didn't make 2008-2009 Calder Cup playoffs was the ENTIRE team's fault! You can't blame one guy, there's 4 other guys on the ice with you, plus a goalie. You have 20-something other guys on the team with you. It was Paul Crosty's fault that the team didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be that stupid about this, you might as well say that David Meckler will be the reason we don't make 2009-2010 playoffs because he lost a tooth or more yesterday during practice. Seriously get real people of the ahlboards.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7771293997710244994?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7771293997710244994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7771293997710244994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7771293997710244994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7771293997710244994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-warn-ya-now.html' title='I&apos;ll warn ya now'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6093512085175846192</id><published>2009-09-22T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:07:50.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire alarm update</title><content type='html'>I can say this with a smile on my face. All charges to the residents have been DROPPED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "Community Notice" that was posted on our doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fines from the fire alarms have been lifted and reallocated appropriately. Residence Life appreciates the cooperation received by residents in making a more positive and cohesive community."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE TO PAY $70+!!!!! I'm guessing someone ratted the idiot out. Of course, if I saw it happen, I would of gone straight to an RA. I don't care who you are, making me stand out in the freezing cold, I'm ratting your dumb ass out! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6093512085175846192?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6093512085175846192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6093512085175846192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6093512085175846192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6093512085175846192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/fire-alarm-update.html' title='Fire alarm update'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-955668056535999606</id><published>2009-09-21T11:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:21:13.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray</title><content type='html'>That's just what I wanted at 5 oclock this morning. Freezing my ass off in the parking lot yet again. Stupid school. There was either 4 or 6 trucks. Someone said 4, someone said 6. I don't know, I was tooooo cold to count. But get this, this bill is doubled. DOUBLED! The "head people" are pissed about this so now every bill is doubled from today on. So instead of $4,000 or $6,000, its $8,000 or $12,000. AND that's on top of our $6,000 bill we already had! Plus that lovely $750 for destruction. Sooooo somewhere between $14,750-$18,750 for a GRAND TOTAL! 3 fire alarms in less than a week. GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-955668056535999606?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/955668056535999606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=955668056535999606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/955668056535999606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/955668056535999606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurray.html' title='Hurray'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-171271225678946513</id><published>2009-09-21T01:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:25:33.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SrcQ3jPgWFI/AAAAAAAAATI/ruUrd7_7B_g/s1600-h/so-you-think-you-can-dance-season-5-top-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SrcQ3jPgWFI/AAAAAAAAATI/ruUrd7_7B_g/s320/so-you-think-you-can-dance-season-5-top-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383790426083842130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I met 8 outta 10 of the people above. Plus Phillip &amp; Caitlin. I didn’t get Jeanine &amp; Melissa, Krissy &amp; I were sick of waiting for them &amp; were freezing cold &amp; tired. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my total is now up to 100 celebrities I have met. And that doesn’t even include all the hockey &amp; baseball players I’ve met over the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evan kasprzak. philip chbeeb. randi evans. kayla radomski. brandon bryant. ade obayomi. jason glover. janette manrara. küpono aweau. caitlin kinney. michael sarver. scott macintyre. danny gokey. michael bruno. alexander noyes. andrew lee. jason rosen. jac vanek. joey logano. jackson rathbone. lamoni finlayson. paul knapp. anthony butterfield. brandon butterfield. fletcher sherwood. amylynn. phil bensen. jesse ruben. will anderson. johnny stubblefield. alex hargrave. kit french. nate mcfarland. anthony evans. phil evans. caleb spillyards. greg scherer. mandy van duyne. ryan dunson. mike kamerman. pat murphy. kiernan mcmullan. misha safonov. david archuleta. mark kanemura. gev manoukian. thayne jasperson. chelsie hightower. courtney galiano. katee shean. twitch. joshua allen. will wingfield. comfort fedoke. kherington payne. jessica king. chelsea traille. carily smithson. brooke white. jason castro. syeshia mercado. kristy lee cook. pasha kovalev. neil haskell. dominic dandoval. sara von gillern. lacey schimmer. lauren gottlieb. sabra johnson. kameron bink. jaimie goodwin. anya garnis. hokuto “hok” konishi. shanua noland. jesus solorio. danny tidwell. flyleaf. ben yellen. 3 dropkick murphys. the plain white t’s. the lead singer of juke kartel. ball in the house (x2). 4 singers of rockstar supernova concert. &amp;&amp; many, many more to come!  &lt;——- see 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more about the show later once I get pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-171271225678946513?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/171271225678946513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=171271225678946513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/171271225678946513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/171271225678946513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/sytycd5.html' title='SYTYCD5'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SrcQ3jPgWFI/AAAAAAAAATI/ruUrd7_7B_g/s72-c/so-you-think-you-can-dance-season-5-top-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6783510469238825646</id><published>2009-09-20T15:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:10:46.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hate</title><content type='html'>Talking to my little sister. She always knows how to make me feel like shit. I love how I can no longer make friends with anyone. Whether it's everyday people like you and me or if its a celebrity/band/singer. I might as well go live in a hole for the rest of my life and never come out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6783510469238825646?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6783510469238825646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6783510469238825646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6783510469238825646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6783510469238825646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-hate.html' title='I really hate'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1252162573534746142</id><published>2009-09-17T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:07:45.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why didn't I listen to my mother</title><content type='html'>The one time I wish I had a job and I don't have one! It doesn't look like Dallas is going to work out this winter. If I only had the money to go out to Cali! I know Christine &amp; Jolene want me out there more than the ones in Dallas! It makes me smile when I think about that. =D Hmphhh, stupid states that have to be in my way of getting to California! Why must this country be so darn BIG?!?! Why must I have no money?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-1252162573534746142?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1252162573534746142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1252162573534746142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1252162573534746142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1252162573534746142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-didnt-i-listen-to-my-mother.html' title='Why didn&apos;t I listen to my mother'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-4805384115850397016</id><published>2009-09-17T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:24:59.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets play a game</title><content type='html'>That's what I think this school is doing. We're now playing a stupid game. "Let's see how much money we charge to one another". I hate to say that, but that's what I feel it's coming to. I said this before. $300 for writing on the walls, $450 for shaving cream &amp; now $6,000 for 2 pulled fire alarms. Ta Da! We now all have to split up a $6,750 bill that is charge to all residents of this school. Granted it's not the $14,000 we had to split all the other times the alarm was pulled, but for us sophomores of this school, we're fed up with this shit. One thing that pissed me off this morning when we were all outside for the 4am alarm was that some freshmen was saying they were sick of this. Umm, hello! This is your 2nd alarm! I HAVE LOST COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE DONE THIS! I'm going with the 7-10 range. I've stood out in that stupid parking lot in October was it was starting to get cold, in January with snow on the ground, the first week of May when its pouring. Those are the ones I can remember off of the top of my head. Like I said, I've lost count of how many times I've done this shit. I'm fed up and I WANT OUT NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-4805384115850397016?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/4805384115850397016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=4805384115850397016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4805384115850397016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4805384115850397016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-play-game.html' title='Lets play a game'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-633109475691963663</id><published>2009-09-16T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:04:34.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam killed me with his pelvis</title><content type='html'>Oh yes he did last night! This video will explain why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzndbxpS-fA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/pzndbxpS-fA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/6532878934913997884-633109475691963663?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/633109475691963663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=633109475691963663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/633109475691963663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/633109475691963663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/adam-killed-me-with-his-pelvis.html' title='Adam killed me with his pelvis'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5291095045917694394</id><published>2009-09-14T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:22:05.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER 2009 P1</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm pretty sure summer 2009 was the best I've ever had! There is no doubt about it! Since every summer before this, I was either at day care as a little kid or bored outta my mind at home by myself. I know I've posted stories of all this before but I feel like this is a little more detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know my summer started after this, but I'm including the What is Love tour into my summer. This was my very first time to the Middle East Club in Cambridge, Mass. I was wicked excited to see School Boy Humor. And I had found out that Mandy Van Duyne was going to be there. There was some opening act from Boston but have no idea who they were and they kinda sucked. My dad and sister thought the say thing. The next act was Kiernan McMullan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7BxjtHH2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZNKUD_92mf0/s1600-h/100_3121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7BxjtHH2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZNKUD_92mf0/s400/100_3121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381451661896523618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I've been dying for a new artist like him. The best way to describe his music is like coffee house style or sitting outside of Berklee College of Music. And he's wicked sweet too! He kept on thanking us for coming to the show. Next up was Jet Lag Gemini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7B5oWczwI/AAAAAAAAATA/5z8DaTmip4E/s1600-h/100_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7B5oWczwI/AAAAAAAAATA/5z8DaTmip4E/s400/100_3145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381451800582606594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister didn't really like them because they love to play very, very loudly. But I loved them. They know to have fun up on stage. And I love, love their song "Fit to be Tired". Every time they play that song, Mischa has the crowd hold him by his feet and his sings while the crowd is holding him. That's my kind of band, gets the crowd involved, gets the pumped. Next up, School Boy Humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq0jpa-kK_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/oDOaLcnF3Xc/s1600-h/100_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq0jpa-kK_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/oDOaLcnF3Xc/s320/100_3212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380996324300958706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had only known two of their songs "Camera Shy" and their re-make of Colbie Caillat's "Realize". Omg, those boys are so cute in person! They had a lot of fun! Last but not least, Rookie of the Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq63wUZLB-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/RMuGE9ynRKg/s1600-h/100_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq63wUZLB-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/RMuGE9ynRKg/s400/100_3277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381440645490214882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Dunson is so...so....HOT in person. The whole band was so sweet like Kiernan, thanking everyone for coming out so early since it was a 1pm show. I still can't believe what Ryan was doing when I took a picture with him! So funny! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I met Mandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq635ONDQcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ja8onn7fw_o/s1600-h/100_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq635ONDQcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ja8onn7fw_o/s400/100_3241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381440798447583682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, I found out that this girl named Laura who I had just started to know tried saying "Hi" to me but I was running around the place like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get autographs &amp; pictures! But Laura said it was okay and we've gotten to know each other better and I know the next time we're both at the same show, not run around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my freshman year of college on May 7th but started my summer classes on May 11th. No break, straight to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later was another concert at the Middle East Club. This one I was really pumped for before I even got to Cambridge. My friend Ashley had told me that Phil Bensen had a show at the Middle East and it was the day before my birthday! So I knew I had to go! I told Phil like 2 weeks before that I was going and he told me he would sing me "Happy Birthday". Ashley told me to remind him a few days before because Phil doesn't have the greatest memory. She even told him before the show for me! Aww, she's such a great friend! The first act was Jesse Ruben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64EM50XEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w_2GSqWOLuI/s1600-h/100_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64EM50XEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w_2GSqWOLuI/s400/100_3334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381440987077041218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. How do I describe him? Well, first off, love his music, I love anyone who plays acoustic! But he's such a "smooth talker". Trying to win all the ladies hearts. Haha! I love how he said he was in a "tree phase". Don't really remember why he said that, but it was funny. Next up was Phil Bensen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64V2UrdxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Jm3EPSNP3Bw/s1600-h/100_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64V2UrdxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Jm3EPSNP3Bw/s400/100_3359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381441290253334290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, again was playing acoustic. Gahhh, I love acoustic so much! And I love how he was getting lost in the music he wrote. He was "smooth talking" just like Jesse. Wow, guys can really win me over real easy. And last but not least, the headliner Parachute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64ii8NmGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mn2UadMcqoo/s1600-h/100_3385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64ii8NmGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mn2UadMcqoo/s400/100_3385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381441508388739170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never really listen to these guys except for hearing their single "She is Love" on their myspace. And I thought it was so cool, the day before I went into my parents' bedroom, turned the television on and BAM there was Parachute on VH1's Top 20 Countdown! I was like "no way, I'm seeing them tomorrow!" So when I met the band, I had to let them know! Of course, Johnny and Kit were the only ones who hadn't heard the news and my dad and I were the first to tell them! Oh yeah, Phil forgot to sing me "Happy Birthday" but I did get a hug from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was June 1st, I turned nineteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Relay for Life was on June 12th &amp; 13th!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64wQsXEZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rJI7RgP5xIw/s1600-h/100_3521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq64wQsXEZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rJI7RgP5xIw/s400/100_3521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381441744008581522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see my boys from Boston @ the relay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq65BwJD2TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PIFMOQ-Ok5E/s1600-h/100_3606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq65BwJD2TI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PIFMOQ-Ok5E/s400/100_3606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381442044508231986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister graduted from middle school and became a freshman on June 18th. Crazy how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 19th, my friend Liss and I decided to go to Clifton Parks, New York to see Jackson Rathbone's band 100 Monkeys. This one is going to short. There were 3 bands before 100 Monkeys but I don't remember their names. The first band was pretty good. Wish I knew who they were. The 2nd band Liss didn't really like but I thought they were pretty cool. They were different. Alternative, punk/rock. At the time I didn't know the song but they play "The Time Warp" from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It sounded familiar to me, I never watch the movie before the concert. The 3rd band, omgggg the singer &amp; back up singer were so HOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq65YfZ8LdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BgjtGmweXHQ/s1600-h/DSCF8543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq65YfZ8LdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BgjtGmweXHQ/s400/DSCF8543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381442435152621010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I knew who they were, they were really good too! And then last but not least was 100 Monkeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq65qMOblQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6FOzmu8OCts/s1600-h/DSCF8583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq65qMOblQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6FOzmu8OCts/s400/DSCF8583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381442739241719042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't really listened them much before the concert, but I have to hand it to them, they were really good! I love how every member switched instruments before every song. And they played many, many songs! And I love their style. Kinda bluesy/jazz/funk. I have 4 videos on Facebook from the show. After 100 Monkeys were finished, we tried meeting them. Liss got at least on autograph but I got nothing besides pictures. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next concert has to be by far has to be my favorite concert all summer long! It was Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009. It was when the Hand Me Down Kids toured the East &amp; partial Mid West USA and I was lucky enough to have them and their photographer come to my Nana's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq656aI5ATI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MpankN5l85E/s1600-h/100_3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq656aI5ATI/AAAAAAAAAP4/MpankN5l85E/s400/100_3717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381443017854484786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were all lucky that the rain held off that one special day. It was so funny when they got to my Nana's house. All the girls ran to the door to see the boys. They played all the songs they had on their myspace. And then they were taking requests. Of course we had no idea what they knew for songs, what they could play. But my friend Adri started telling them every band/singer/song she knew. They were impressed that we were clapping as soon as the song was over. They said before they would finish a song at another concert, and the fans would just sit there, stare and then clap. So Amylynn (photographer) made a sign that said "CLAP" as a little joke. My dad had gone to Wal Mart and had gotten the band a present. While they were performing, Lamoni broke AmyLynn's baby slinky, so my daddy got them 2 (COUNT THEM 2) regular slinkies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq66ObQp57I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Fyt2rH8muo/s1600-h/100_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq66ObQp57I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0Fyt2rH8muo/s400/100_3743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381443361752868786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so happy that they got 2 new toys to play with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq66dApyiLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hW8ceDQ-eYY/s1600-h/100_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq66dApyiLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hW8ceDQ-eYY/s400/100_3747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381443612308572338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got autographs, bought tee shirts and posters and took the group photo. We were all sad when they left. But they told us before they left that they were seeing the midnight showing of Transformers 2 in Hooksett. So my friend Krissy and I ate dinner and took off for Dunkins since that was the only place that had Wifi. But when we were at Dunkins, the Imax version of the movie was sold out. So we took off for Krissy's house for her to get changed, we had a few hours to kill. When we were at Krissy's I realized that I was looking at the Imax version of the movie, I didn't check for regular. Tickets were still available. Then I changed at my school and we finally headed to the movies. We almost got lost along the way but we managed to make it in time. The guys were surprised to see us at the movies, I guess Amylynn had kept it a secret from the guys hehe. =D It was depressing when we had to go into separate theaters because the band &amp; Amylynn had Imax tickets. But after the movie was over, we said our goodbyes and we got hugs. All in all, it was definitely one of my all time favorite concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though June 25th was the day that Michael Jackson passed away, it was also  the day I met my new favorite NASCAR driver, Joey Logano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67R8glX9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ui0A04lunKw/s1600-h/032_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67R8glX9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/ui0A04lunKw/s400/032_32.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381444521729286098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a very hot day. Thank God we got there when we did. We were I don't know, 50th person or so, but if I was the 1st person, gotten there real early, I probably would have had a nasty sun burn. Then they finally let us in! I got to meet Joey Logano! Then we went outside and my dad bought me a tee shirt and my sister a tank top. Once everyone got at least one autograph, they brought Joey outside. They had him build a wooden Home Depot race car with every kid that wanted to build a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq662ewnvII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4mGKGNfqWhc/s1600-h/021_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq662ewnvII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4mGKGNfqWhc/s400/021_21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381444049887018114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67HpNQWJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GLau2-ZJ_zk/s1600-h/025_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67HpNQWJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GLau2-ZJ_zk/s400/025_25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381444344749250706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once all the cars were built, everyone who had signed up raced cars. Joey was in the first race and won his first race. But unfortunately, he just wasn't fast enough in his second race and lost. I had video from both the building of the race cars and the actual racing but I have no idea how to get my videos onto iMovie because both videos are sideways and I don't think you wanna have to keep your head sideways the entire time you're watching the videos. After Joey raced, both my sister and I got pictures with Joey. Such a fun day but also sad day that Michael had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67cfrPu_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/VmuKN5Yw3m0/s1600-h/100_4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67cfrPu_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/VmuKN5Yw3m0/s400/100_4313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381444702967938034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cupcake Festival was on July 16th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67oV6_k_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/DLR-3E03vaQ/s1600-h/100_4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq67oV6_k_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/DLR-3E03vaQ/s400/100_4289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381444906508063730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5291095045917694394?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5291095045917694394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5291095045917694394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5291095045917694394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5291095045917694394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-2009-p1_14.html' title='SUMMER 2009 P1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7BxjtHH2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZNKUD_92mf0/s72-c/100_3121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-9075640784240263550</id><published>2009-09-14T17:56:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:28:14.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER 2009 P2</title><content type='html'>The next concert wasn't for a couple of weeks on July 18th. It was the World Tour. Yes, another Jonas Brothers' concert. We took my friend Adri to this one. It was her first Jonas concert. I was so pumped for this concert because I had been dying to see the opening act, Honor Society for almost a year. And you could never see one of their concerts in the past unless you lived in California. Honor Society crushed their set! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq68obyfYvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GpPdqauZp8M/s1600-h/SANY0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq68obyfYvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GpPdqauZp8M/s400/SANY0739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381446007594640114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were amazing, even though we were a few minutes late, they were still awesome. NO DUH! Hehe! Up next was the girl group who I have nicknamed the "One Song Wonder GIrls". What was the point of having them on tour? They seriously sang only ONE song! Pretty pointless if you ask me. After that disaster was Jordin Sparks. She killed it. Amazing as the last time I saw her with Jesse McCartney. But I only have one problem. There was so much screaming before Jordin hit the stage, that I had suffer a little hearing loss and it sounded like she was up a vocal levels. But that was the fans fault, not her. And last but not least, those 3 gorgeous boys from Jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq68370F0TI/AAAAAAAAARA/eU0r-ePi4r0/s1600-h/SANY0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq68370F0TI/AAAAAAAAARA/eU0r-ePi4r0/s400/SANY0855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381446273889325362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their idea for a 360º stage was a pretty cool idea since it was the first time I had ever seen it live. I think the guys definitely gave us our money worth. Oh yeah, during the concert, my dad had purchase for my sister, Adri and me a pre-order of Honor Society's Fashionably Late CD that should be in our mail box this coming Tuesday! But by pre-ordering Honor's CD gave us the chance to meet the guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq69GlkBniI/AAAAAAAAARI/zw-o7UcexDA/s1600-h/SANY0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq69GlkBniI/AAAAAAAAARI/zw-o7UcexDA/s400/SANY0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381446525614399010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, they are so gorgeous in person! I'm so thankful that my daddy pre-ordered those CDs for us! I just wish I had been able to have gotten a picture with anyone of those guys or Kat or Janice. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later on July 21st, my friend Krissy and I went down to the Comcast Center in Mansfield, MA for Warped Tour 2009. This was my very first Warped Tour concert, so I didn't prepare well for it. Unfortunately, it rained the entire time Krissy and I were there. But we made the best we could. We watched a few bands, walked around a bunch. My first mission was to get a "Dreamer" bracelet for the designer Jac Vanek. I am in love with her bracelets and since she collaborated with Push Play to create "Dreamer" and it was glow in the dark, I had to get it! I wish I had more money on me because I would have loved to have gotten a "Slytherin" bracelet. Oh well. I had a bunch of bands I wanted to see but they didn't come on until after 5pm so I didn't get to see them. Luckily there was one band I did get to see their full set. Jet Lag Gemini's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq69TFLk57I/AAAAAAAAARQ/TUxvK8E2kKQ/s1600-h/SANY0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq69TFLk57I/AAAAAAAAARQ/TUxvK8E2kKQ/s400/SANY0919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381446740260218802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They killed it again! Such an amazing band! After JLG was done, we called it quits. Krissy and I were so soaking wet, freezing cold and tired that we decided to leave. Hopefully next year, the weather will be better! I used my Warped Tour experience in a speech I had to give for my Oral Communications class. I received a B+. I could have gotten a better grade if I had only had a handout for the class. I should have printed the entire list of bands who performed. Oh well. I was happy with my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later we went to Boston for the Dew Tour. I tried going with my friend Laura, remember I told you about her at the What is Love tour, same Laura. But unfortunately her parents wouldn't let her go. =( We went down on Friday, July 24th. It was a two day program. We thought we were going down on the cheaper day and could see everyone (we mainly wanted to see Ryan Sheckler) but of course, we were the wrong day. Ryan was too go for us and couldn't show his face. But that's okay, I found my skater anyway! He goes by the name of Alex Perelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq69yN7glFI/AAAAAAAAARY/XIr_CruMeOA/s1600-h/100_4410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq69yN7glFI/AAAAAAAAARY/XIr_CruMeOA/s400/100_4410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381447275184690258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =P Soooo good for 18! Can't wait to see where his skate career takes him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-BMvSBlI/AAAAAAAAARg/q5RZ-EIFvk0/s1600-h/DSCF8641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-BMvSBlI/AAAAAAAAARg/q5RZ-EIFvk0/s400/DSCF8641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381447532563007058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Emily's baby shower was on August 2nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-OjsjgvI/AAAAAAAAARo/IJHxaE7Htm8/s1600-h/DSCF8663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-OjsjgvI/AAAAAAAAARo/IJHxaE7Htm8/s400/DSCF8663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381447762063885042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-dUfuQAI/AAAAAAAAARw/NTSPKCkG8uA/s1600-h/SANY1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-dUfuQAI/AAAAAAAAARw/NTSPKCkG8uA/s400/SANY1154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381448015681568770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlas Protectinics had their 20th Annual Fireworks Display on August 15th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-nxONWPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WhAEUZ7zgEA/s1600-h/SANY1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-nxONWPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WhAEUZ7zgEA/s400/SANY1158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381448195191429362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sister &amp; I went to Albany, NY for two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-1CgQ-tI/AAAAAAAAASA/XHyVMLXF-rU/s1600-h/SANY1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6-1CgQ-tI/AAAAAAAAASA/XHyVMLXF-rU/s400/SANY1236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381448423168867026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this mall and there was this store that had canvases for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I went over a month without a concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 25th, we tried seeing Forever the Sickest Kids at the Rockingham Park Mall but we didn't make it in time. Although I did get a bunch of pictures of them and I was only a few feet away from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6_DTTdOTI/AAAAAAAAASI/9XJsKfWhmzs/s1600-h/SANY1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6_DTTdOTI/AAAAAAAAASI/9XJsKfWhmzs/s400/SANY1358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381448668196714802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to stand in that long ass line! So we decided to watch the BMX riders instead. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6_MjNLSpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/v1Ahx3W34mQ/s1600-h/SANY1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq6_MjNLSpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/v1Ahx3W34mQ/s400/SANY1379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381448827084163730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were wicked cool! And I got to meet them! Their line wasn't hella long like FTSK was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7AJK4XklI/AAAAAAAAASY/LF5i58ruoqE/s1600-h/DSCF8669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7AJK4XklI/AAAAAAAAASY/LF5i58ruoqE/s400/DSCF8669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381449868526457426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my friend Emily, she had her baby son Jacoby William on September 5th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last concert I will include in Summer 2009. For a year now, I've been dying to see Push Play. I've tried and failed at least 5 times. Either someone was sick, there was weather issues or I had class. I found out that they were going to be at Six Flags New England in Awagam, Mass on September 7th. So I HAD to go! Nobody was sick, no snow and it was a holiday. We didn't take off until sometime after noon and it was about an hour and half to almost 2 hours drive. Once we got to the park, we were starving. After put food in our bellies, my dad and sister headed to the new "Bizzaro" ride when I went to go stand in line for the concert. I stood for about 20 minutes or so before we were let it. I had been before a few years back, but we didn't stay for the concert because it was raining a lot and it was only Uncle Cracker. But the 7th it was such a beautiful day out. Once we got in there, I was so tired and needed to take my meds, so I went to get water. I had just gotten my wisdom teeth taken out 5 days before. Crazy right? If you know how bad I wanted to see Push, you'd understand. lol. It was an hour before the concert started so I decided to sit on the lawn. I didn't really want to stand in the crowd of teenie boppers since I was by myself. But once Push Play took the stage, I made my way to the crowd to take pics &amp; vids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7AaWWUxoI/AAAAAAAAASg/EAKh45qn8eM/s1600-h/100_4673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7AaWWUxoI/AAAAAAAAASg/EAKh45qn8eM/s400/100_4673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450163662669442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, it was so hard to hold that camera still while taking pictures when you're holding a bunch of shit. Camera bag, water bottle (that I stuck in my pants pocket), a poster and some dumb fan. So I apologize of how shitty those videos came out. But OMPP (Oh My Push Play) they were amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=98637ca19b0dc1a7454296" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=98637ca19b0dc1a7454296&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=98637ca19b0dc1a7454296&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/98637ca19b0dc1a7454296/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing that stage! Once they were done I went back to where I was sitting to wait for Hey Monday. While I was standing there before Push took the stage, CJ Baran (lead singer of Push Play) came out to high five everyone. I tried calling my sister like a billion times to come to where I was, but of course she couldn't hear her cell. Oh yeah, I saw Mandy Van Duyne and CJ's two little sisters Elisha &amp; Dani. If I wasn't looking so disgusting that day, I would have gotten another picture with Mandy. FInally I had gotten ahold of my sister. Her and my dad made their way over to where I was. They were deep in that crowd but were kinda glad to get out. Hey Monday took they stage and I went over to the crowd since I could leave the stuff with my dad and sister. They were amazing just like Push Play! Once Hey Monday was done, we heard screaming and CJ came back out to sign autographs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7AzGCiuUI/AAAAAAAAASo/Om-L0rIJO3k/s1600-h/100_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7AzGCiuUI/AAAAAAAAASo/Om-L0rIJO3k/s400/100_4774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450588781459778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had made it down the first row of girls and started heading towards our way. But the stupid security guards escorted him away just when he was like 20 girls away from us! Way to rain on my amazing day, stupid security! Hey Monday was amazing! I wish I could have kickass hair like Cassadee Pope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7BIicULAI/AAAAAAAAASw/9bYue1jyMNs/s1600-h/100_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq7BIicULAI/AAAAAAAAASw/9bYue1jyMNs/s400/100_4736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450957183003650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then OMFG, that dumb Justin Bieber took the stage (after what almost an hour after Hey Monday's set was stripped down). What a diva! The whole place flipped the eff out. Girls were screaming bloody murder behind me. (This is when the lovely story happened.) I turned around to look at the girls and I said under my breathe "OMG" like omg why do you have to scream so ridiculously?? And some dumb mother said to me "Don't you expect screaming at a concert?" Well, uhhh yes, but not to the point were those girls are going to damage the lungs/voice chords &amp; others ear drums. Seriously there was absolutely no reason those girls should have been screaming like that. I was in no mood to start fighting with those God awful woman, I turned around and later walked away. I wanted to soooo badly to stand in front of the camcorder she had, but I was a good girl and didn't. Pitbull was after Justin, but we didn't stay for him. When we finally left the park around 8:30pm, went to stand for the shuttle, there was some girls screaming and immediately knew it HAD to be that dumb Justin Bieber. I'm guessing it was him in the black limo. Once we got into the lines, my sister and I over heard the security guards tell each other "Justin just pulled 3 girls into his limo and took off with them". See, no way in hell would I do that. These only 2 bands that I trust to even get into a limo with. You have no idea where in the hell Justin is going or what is going to happen to you and how you're going to get home. And umm, where were Justin's parents when this all happened because I bet they weren't in the limo. I bet they wouldn't have let him do that. Such bad parenting. I still can't believe that I finally saw Push Play live and I almost met CJ Baran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-9075640784240263550?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/9075640784240263550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=9075640784240263550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/9075640784240263550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/9075640784240263550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-2009-p2.html' title='SUMMER 2009 P2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq68obyfYvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GpPdqauZp8M/s72-c/SANY0739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7006741043271224260</id><published>2009-09-14T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:12:09.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I marry this boy now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq5coQ5XhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XETQNf9fJl0/s1600-h/9026_128235249389_99150054389_2236714_3803773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq5coQ5XhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XETQNf9fJl0/s400/9026_128235249389_99150054389_2236714_3803773_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381340451554428322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Joey Logano&lt;/span&gt;, special for USA TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Editor's note: Joey Logano will document his rookie season in NASCAR's Sprint Cup Series in an exclusive online driver diary for USA TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;"I've been happy to spend the last few weeks offering a helping hand while taking what felt like a trip around the world. Last week we were in Phoenix and helped out with building homes for Habitat for Humanity through Coke and Home Depot. That was a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM REPORTS: NASCAR news, notes&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Las Vegas, where GameStop was introducing a bunch of games at an annual convention for their store managers, before hitting Omaha, for a Home Depot appearance. Things got crazy leaving Vegas because our plane broke down, and it was a complete mess. But we managed to fly commercially through Denver to Omaha and then through Chicago on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We missed a connecting flight in Chicago and didn't get back until the Charlotte airport until 2 in the morning. We were leaving the airport, came around the corner and found a car flipped over. I said, "Oh shoot!" I ran to the scene with PR rep Heather Kincel and business manager Joey Civali, and we found three people trapped inside. We were very nervous because the car was in the middle of the road in a blind corner. If someone had come around the corner not paying attention while texting or something, the people in the car probably would be dead. So we made sure we got them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called 911 and said, "Hey, there's a car on its lid!" while Civali pulled off the windshield to get them out. They said someone had tried to run them off the road trying to make a last-minute pass. I know what that's like. They were OK, though, and it made everything we went through (including waking up at four in the morning to catch our flight to Denver) worthwhile. That was our good deed for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to participate in another one Thursday in Richmond. I helped build a racing-themed playground at Chimborazo Park in the east end of the city. There were volunteers from Home Depot, the city parks and recreation department, Joe Gibbs Racing and KaBOOM!, a nonprofit organization. This was a cool sponsor appearance, the kind I'd rather do than signing autographs. There were so many Home Depot associates who came to work on their off day. It's really cool to see how many people want to help and be involved in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I finished a disappointing 20th in the Gillette Young Guns Prelude to the Dream at Eldora Speedway. I had a pretty good car and was running third in a heat race when I scraped the fence with the right rear. I didn't think of it much, but apparently I caught the fence and ripped the whole spoiler off the back. There are no mirrors so I couldn't tell. I barely turned the wheel, and this thing snapped around on me and backed in the fence. That car was killed. I got in the backup car, started from the rear and had passed about half the field when I got caught in an accident. I said, "Oh well, there goes car No. 2." That was the end of my night. It wasn't very fun, but it was a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first car was owned by Chris Wall, who's called "The Intimigator" because he worked on an alligator farmer in Louisiana. He was a really cool guy, and "The Intimigator" understood that this happens to the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a charity event, so I guess I wrecked two cars for a good cause. But hey, I was fast! I just had other issues. I did OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta race was frustrating. I started 34th and moved up all the way to eighth, but then we struggled with the tires. One set would make the handling of the No. 20 Toyota really tight, and another set was really loose. I finally spun with about 55 laps remaining. There was just a lot of inconsistency with the tire. You saw a lot of cars doing it: Tony Stewart, Kyle Busch… I could name eight to 10 cars with the same problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished 22nd, but I still felt as if I learned something. A lot of these races lately, I've noticed if you're smart and stay on the lead lap, you can get the car good at the end and, get a top-10 finish. You've got to be there at the end. The first part of the race is getting ready, but at go time, you've got to be going and not going backward. The races are so long. You're running 15th-18th and all of a sudden, you're passing the guy who was leading the race. Holy cow. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change so much throughout the race. If you're junk, don't get too worked up like, "We're screwed." You can still have a top 10 finish after a junk start. You run enough races and you see that. I was never one to give up, but to see the trend, especially last week, of guys going forward and backward. Holy cow, it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the Chase contenders on Saturday night, I'm going to race the same way I always do. I race everyone pretty clean. You don't want to screw someone up and hurt the chances of someone getting in the Chase. Next year it could be me. You want to be smart with that, as long as you're on your A game and don't do something stupid. You can't roll over and die. We're all out here running for the same trophy. They've just got a little extra stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, can I just marry Joey now! He's the sweetest NASCAR driver besides Carl Edwards but Carl is married. He's what I'm looking for for a husband. If he's ready for a wife, I'm ready for a husband! Hehe =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7006741043271224260?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7006741043271224260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7006741043271224260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7006741043271224260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7006741043271224260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-i-marry-this-boy-now.html' title='Can I marry this boy now!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sq5coQ5XhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XETQNf9fJl0/s72-c/9026_128235249389_99150054389_2236714_3803773_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-4264313834802920561</id><published>2009-09-14T01:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:24:36.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT OUT NOW!</title><content type='html'>I know I've complained about this school I go to but seriously, this school is out of effing control! These kids are ridiculous, RIDICULOUS I TELL YOU! first week of school, i thought went fine even tho I was there for 3 1/2 days. But the second week wasn't so peachy. First, we get a noticed that some dumbass wrote on the walls (by the way, this was during the summer term &amp; they took forever to notice it even tho its right on top of the 4th floor elevator buttons) and we have to spilt up at $300 bill. It's like little more than a dollar per student. We had a meeting last week about problems around this school. And the next night we had a 4th floor meeting because some bitch or douche puke all over the girls' bathroom floor. We haven't been charged for this...yet. Hope we don't or i'll be pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this past weekend, there were some more dumbasses that had shaving cream everywhere &amp; we're being charged another $300. And to add with that shaving cream bill, we also have a $150 bill for bulletin board destruction. So all three come to a grand total of.......$750!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hated last year, I had to pay like $75 for fire trucks &amp; destruction. I hate this school! I WANT OUT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN'T I LEAVE WITH MY SPRING ROOMMATES???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-4264313834802920561?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/4264313834802920561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=4264313834802920561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4264313834802920561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4264313834802920561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='I WANT OUT NOW!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7960780030542051646</id><published>2009-09-10T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:10:54.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>I've only had my Tumblr for a day and I can understand why everyone has it! It is addicting! Just thinking about what I could put up there! Don't worry, I'm keeping my blogger account also! I'll just have to post everything twice, which I don't mind at all, just copy and paste. Change a few things here and there. I'll probably just post my thoughts here, like concert stories and such. On Tumblr you can post just like pictures, quotes, have chats going, ect. Well I haven't really dived into Tumblr enough yet. But it seems like a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7960780030542051646?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7960780030542051646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7960780030542051646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7960780030542051646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7960780030542051646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3333504168134975540</id><published>2009-08-29T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:37:47.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is such BS!</title><content type='html'>Oohhhhhh, I am so furious right now! You know how I was so pissed that Demi rescheduled her last 3 shows on her tour because "she HAD to go to Canada to start filming Camp Rock 2" WELL those stupid directors could WAIT until the Jonas Brothers were free during their tour to go to Canada to start filming. I haven't heard that they HAD TO RESCHEDULED THEIR DATES! Those stupid directors/producers COULDN'T WAIT 3 DAYS FOR DEMI?!?! what is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I'm so pissed about this is, the first and only time a concert I was planning on going to got rescheduled was when I was 11 and went to see the Backstreet Boys. Wanna know the date of this rescheduled show?? September 10th, 2001. I got home 8 hours before the first plane hit the first Twin Tower. Yep that's right, the day before 9/11! At least BSB had a legitimate reason to reschedule. Demi's excuse isn't good enough here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're saying to yourself, but 9/11 was like a freak thing, that won't happen again. BUT WE WEREN'T EXPECTING IT THE FIRST TIME, IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a disaster on October 30th, 2009 I know exactly who to blame for it. And it isn't the President of the United States like the last time. Even though I would want to blame Obama for it, it will be the directors and producers of Camp Rock 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but if you make a commitment with thousands of people and that's your only excuse, that's pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hating on Demi because she's my girl but I am on the directors/producers/her management and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to see Camp Rock 2 when it premieres on the Disney Channel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3333504168134975540?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3333504168134975540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3333504168134975540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3333504168134975540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3333504168134975540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-such-bs.html' title='This is such BS!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8811847436109122552</id><published>2009-08-23T00:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:45:19.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say is WOW</title><content type='html'>This is exactly why I have never and will never like NASCAR driver #18 Kyle Busch, his fans are as cocky, rude &amp; arrogant as he is. And tonight, his head just got bigger! He is the most disrespectful driver I have ever not and will never meet. I'm thinking about deleting this fan. This is over the top rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S THE KYLE BUSCH SHOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYLE WON!! YES! Fuck ALL of the haters out there. Stop your bitching and crying cause while your crying, KYLE BUSCH is pulling his #18 M&amp;M's Toyota Camry into VICTORY LANE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a DAMN PROUD KYLE BUSCH FAN no matter what he says or who he spins out. He has had 3 AMAZING interview this weekend. The Trucks Race, The Nationwide Race, and The Cup race. &amp; He gave HIS checkered flag to a fan. He thanked the fans and his crew. He called Mark Martin a Class Act. So before you open your mouths, just think. Is he really a disgrace? HELL NO BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SpDHMXSAZcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FcxYoi3B9Iw/s1600-h/daeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SpDHMXSAZcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FcxYoi3B9Iw/s320/daeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373013370674898370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey on the bright side to your cryin, KYLE BUSCH FUCKIN WON THE RACE CRYBABY BITCHES. So grow up and get the fuck over yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole "giving a fan the victory flag" is the only nice thing I've ever seen him do. And it will probably be the last nice thing ever. And that comment about "Mark Martin a Class Act" umm, yeah SUCK UP much. He's just trying to win points from everyone he's pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's pretty sad, if I had to choose between Kyle or Taylor Swift to be a fan of, I'd choose Taylor. She's more mature than him and he's 4 years older than her. That's saying a lot since Taylor hasn't been on my good side for the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep this fan's name private, for now anyway. Oh yeah, one last thing, he and his fans better watch out. After what happened in Daytona over a month ago. Let's just say, I can no longer "ask for another driver to crash Kyle Busch". I almost pissed my pants after that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8811847436109122552?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8811847436109122552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8811847436109122552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8811847436109122552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8811847436109122552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-can-say-is-wow.html' title='All I can say is WOW'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SpDHMXSAZcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/FcxYoi3B9Iw/s72-c/daeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6349994242127761364</id><published>2009-08-06T03:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:48:30.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What entertains me at 3AM</title><content type='html'>I've discovered some things while being awake at the 3AM hour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I find it fascinating to braid my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to make my chap stick slide off of the corner of my laptop (you have to see it in person)&lt;br /&gt;3. I put my elbow on my desk in between my body and laptop &amp; I enjoyed flexing my arm. It felt nice! =D&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to sing to Demi's "Don't Forget" and not get all the words right.&lt;br /&gt;5. I would love to sleep at my desk if I wouldnt wake up with back &amp; neck pain.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't like listening to Rookie of the Year's song "Asleep with You", it reminds me that I'm not asleep right now and I don't have anyone to fall asleep in their arms. =(&lt;br /&gt;7. I go thru like 50 songs until I find the right one, I don't usually do this.&lt;br /&gt;8. It makes me sad that Jesi isn't here because we had a lot of fun the last time we were awake together at 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;9. I REALLY DON'T LIKE THIS FUCKING CIGARETTE SMOKE BLOWING INTO MY ROOM AND I'M ON THE 4TH FUCKING FLOOR!&lt;br /&gt;10. I can surprisingly spell.&lt;br /&gt;11. I can still give advice at 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;12. BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM, try and figure out what that is the beginning of, its the first 30 seconds of an amazing song!&lt;br /&gt;13. I miss CHELSEA AND CHUY!&lt;br /&gt;14. Why can't Demetri Martin be on tv right now?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;15. My laptop just stabbed me in the face!&lt;br /&gt;16. BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM was the ending of the earlier song!&lt;br /&gt;17. Uh oh, I really wanted that thing, I just want to sing, I love you baby  wont you bring all the flowers you find out in the garden, dont tell me the truth that your heart has harden. But you dont want me anymore, how can it be? Look what you've done to me uh oh. -- I give up on finishing the lyrics to The Garden by Mirah&lt;br /&gt;18. I miss my Mark and Chelsie!&lt;br /&gt;19. I make my head dance during "Paranoid!"&lt;br /&gt;20. The only one awake at this time is Kate! BOOO you other peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna laugh so hard when I read this later on!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6349994242127761364?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6349994242127761364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6349994242127761364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6349994242127761364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6349994242127761364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-entertains-me-at-3am.html' title='What entertains me at 3AM'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3358394748054985101</id><published>2009-08-04T23:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:35:01.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert</title><content type='html'>Robert Pattinson's music is the only music that can soothe my soul at the moment. Boys suck! Except for Robert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I wanted to say. Boy suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3358394748054985101?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3358394748054985101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3358394748054985101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3358394748054985101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3358394748054985101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/08/robert.html' title='Robert'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-683963940443213601</id><published>2009-07-22T18:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:24:01.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warped Tour 2009</title><content type='html'>My very first Warped Tour experience. Geez, I've never been one for the loss of word but damn this is hard to talk about. Here's some comments I sent to my friends of my experience. I think this is easier. And I've never done it on here before. I repeat some things. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a comment to my friend Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, my cousin kristen told me to bring in two water bottles. but we didn't really need them. when i got my tickets, i got them on a wednesday, so besides the no fees wednesdays, i also got a hot dog &amp; soda with my tickets. but we didn't need much to drink all day. it POURED. we were soooooooo soaked by the time we left. we got to see a couple bands, we sat thru a skylight drive, deer in the headlights just to stay dry because they were under a pavilion. but we did stand in the rain for jet lag gemini just because my friend knew how much i loved them. i didnt get to meet anyone besides jac vanek. she was at her tent when i went to buy one of her bracelets. i didnt get many pictures because of the rain. which im bummed about because i wanted to take hundreds of pictures. and we didn't get to see like anyone we wanted to see because we left early. we were just so sick of being wet. and all the bands we wanted to see didnt come on until after 430 and we didnt want to wait. but all in all, it was fun for my first experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a few to Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah it was a lot of fun. the rain put a damper on it. i didnt get to see most of the bands i wanted to see because my friend and i got soaked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah it rained the entire time we were there. we left early because we were that soaked. the rain started out at the bottom of my pants and went all the way up my leg up to the top of my pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah there was a ton of people there even though it was pouring. you know you've gone crazy when you stand outside in the rain for a concert i bet someone will tell me. lol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no =( i could of met the white tie affair but i didnt really wanna stand in the rain waiting forever to meet them. i did get to meet jac vanek! she's amazing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it just sucks because i would of loved to have  met the white tie affair and 5 other bands! but that stupid dumb rain. im sick of this rain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i loooooooooove my new tee shirt that i got yesterday at Warped! and i looooooooove my new Jac Vanek bracelet that i got yesterday also!" (my status and the comments to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison: I want a jac vanek bracelet so bad! What does yours say? I think I want the one that says legit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily(me): i got the dreamer one! it glows in the dark! and she collaborated with push play to make that bracelet! you should get one! she also has harry potter ones now too! i wanted to get one of those but i didnt want to spend all my money because i got that at the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison: Haha yeah I think I'm just gonna order them offline. I gotta look at her selection again. I remember Chet bad one :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: I just looked, she doesn't even have the harry potter ones up yet. I knew I should of gotten one there! Oh well, hopefully she'll get them up soon! I love my legit one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison: I'm excited to get mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: i want the dreamer one too just because it glows in the dark and the gryffindor one because well, i love harry potter hahah. i had no money though so i couldn't get anything. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: i was determined to get it yesterday! that was one of my main goals of the day! i kinda want the slytherin one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the basic picture of how my day went. Got a little "fucking wet" (that's for Jet Lag Gemini). Ashley's probably the only one who would understand that. Oh yeah, I didnt tell anyone who came a-knocking at Krissy's window as soon as we got their. An ALASKAN MUNK! SERIOUSLY! CRAZY RIGHT? He wanted donations but we didnt give him any. And I dont feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmefGhUDPSI/AAAAAAAAANw/HohY4NDSTAc/s1600-h/Photo+78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmefGhUDPSI/AAAAAAAAANw/HohY4NDSTAc/s320/Photo+78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361428815778364706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jet Lag Gemini tee shirt I bought at Warped. 2nd hottest tee I now own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmefVIE4n1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/oY12OkQQPlc/s1600-h/Photo+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmefVIE4n1I/AAAAAAAAAN4/oY12OkQQPlc/s320/Photo+79.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361429066701905746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Jac Vanek bracelets I now own. Dreamer is my newest one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more picture later once I get the cord to my sister's camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-683963940443213601?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/683963940443213601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=683963940443213601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/683963940443213601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/683963940443213601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/07/warped-tour-2009.html' title='Warped Tour 2009'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmefGhUDPSI/AAAAAAAAANw/HohY4NDSTAc/s72-c/Photo+78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3763686272426053530</id><published>2009-07-20T12:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:02:37.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I Honor Rolled like it was my job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmSiOvlQEsI/AAAAAAAAANg/WM_ozTehI-E/s1600-h/SANY0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmSiOvlQEsI/AAAAAAAAANg/WM_ozTehI-E/s320/SANY0855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360587830652310210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas. Brothers. Yep you guessed it, I went to another JB concert Saturday night! And I had an awesome time. Before I went to the show, I thought to myself, this is gonna be my last JB concert for a while, but I don't know if I can do it. Mainly I want to give up their concerts for the sake of my ears. I already know that I have some hearing damage but there's something about these boys that just make me coming back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get tickets to the World Tour mostly because I've been dying to see their first opening act Honor Society for a year now. And before this tour, the only place you could see Honor Society was in LA. Plus I've been dying to do the Honor Roll live, at a Honor Society concert for a year. And I finally got to do it Saturday night. I just wish I had been able to "Honor Roll like it was my job" this weekend like some of my friends did this weekend. But today in the shower, I was Honor Rolling. =D Honor Society cruuuuuuuushed that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, someone pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease tell me, WHAT WAS THE POINT OF HAVING THE WONDER GIRLS ON TOUR WHEN THEY ONLY SING ONE SONG?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! and what's their deal. They're 5 girls from Korea who are what, like 15, who think they're in the 70's. Now I have nothing against Korean people, I just have a problem with teen girls who think they're living in the 70's. And where were their wigs???? HUH??? I think having them on tour is pointless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin. Sparks. She is amazing! She killed it! Of course, thats from what I can tell. Soooooooooo much teen girl screaming that it sounded like Jordin was on helium. And that's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. A soulful black girl should not sound like that! It sounded like she went up 5 octaves. But other than that, Jordin was amazing as the last 2 times I've seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick. Joe. Kevin. opened up the show with Paranoid. Don't worry, I won't give the whole set list away. Before they even started playing Paranoid, that's when I had to majorily plug my ears. Seriously, you don't have to scream until you pass out. Of course, I had Adri next to me, now her, I thought she was gonna black out. I think everyone should do a round-about stage! They really used that stage weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell! I loved everything they brought to the stage. Black Keys was soooo amazing! I looooooved looooooved loooooved that song! I loooooooved the stage for Much Better!  Looooved Garbo, John Taylor, Ryan &amp; Jack Lawless!!!! Looooved the strings, saxophones &amp; trumpets! I looooooooved how they sang "Sweet Caroline"! Good boys, sing the Red Sox song when you're in Boston! Looooved Kevin's outfit for the beginning of Lovebug but I hate that I had to leave early during Lovebug and didn't see the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care that I left the show early because I got in line to meet HONOR SOCIETY! And I GOT TO TOUCH MICHAEL BRUNO!!!!!!!!! And autographs. I just wish I could of gotten pictures with them. And I wanted to get a picture with Kat &amp; Janice but I didn't! =( Oh well, at least I was at the beginning at the line. It was so funny seeing everyone trying to cut the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmSjEF1dXcI/AAAAAAAAANo/agBya6CuXKQ/s1600-h/SANY0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmSjEF1dXcI/AAAAAAAAANo/agBya6CuXKQ/s320/SANY0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360588747158937026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't seen it yet, you're gonna LOVE IT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3763686272426053530?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3763686272426053530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3763686272426053530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3763686272426053530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3763686272426053530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-honor-rolled-like-it-was-my.html' title='I wish I Honor Rolled like it was my job!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SmSiOvlQEsI/AAAAAAAAANg/WM_ozTehI-E/s72-c/SANY0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-425423481021666918</id><published>2009-07-16T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:58:16.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>Can guys be more of a dick??? Seriously, guys are ridiculous! Makes me want to become a Nun. Whats with them lately, every guy I hear of are being total douches. Is there any sweet ones left or did they all just decide to be a-holes for the rest of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-425423481021666918?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/425423481021666918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=425423481021666918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/425423481021666918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/425423481021666918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-378130993419819067</id><published>2009-07-13T19:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:11:47.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why haven't I blogged...</title><content type='html'>I haven't since MJ passed away. I don't know why I haven't. I haven't been really busy. But I've felt the need to blog for the past few days. Well my life hasn't been too exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just moved from the 3rd to 4th floor. Which didn't turn out too great. Since I moved up to the 4th, I decided to put this foam thingy on my bed under my seats to have it be more comfortable while I sleep. Comes to find out. I might be allergic to it. I don't really know if I am. But my mouth did become a little bit swollen. So the past week hasn't been fun. My mouth has been so sore! And thats not the best place to be sore. I mean, my foot can be sore and it doesn't really effect me too much, but when its the one body part where food goes into and is constantly moved during talking, yeah not the best place to be sore. And if you know me well enough, you know I don't like to be quiet for a long time. Plus I couldn't really eat ketchup or salt (well thats when I thought my mouth was just really chapped). I can live without salt but ketchup, thats not a task I can do too well. I live for ketchup, I put ketchup on most everything I eat. Well not everything, but more than you would think. But today, its almost healed. I just have a little bit of red around my mouth. I think it was a combination of being allergic to that foam and chapped lips. I can wait when I no longer look like an effing clown!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, on June 25th, I got to meet my favorite NASCAR driver Joey Logano! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SlvM66pHe3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Zh3O5Z2Vpb4/s1600-h/032_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SlvM66pHe3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Zh3O5Z2Vpb4/s320/032_32.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358101494233529202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That boy is SO cute in person! I can't wait to upload the video from that day! Well that weekend he had two races in New Hampshire (Nationwide &amp; Sprint Cup). I believe he came in 2nd at Nationwide but Sprint Cup, well if you read my facebook, HE WON THAT RACE! And I believe I helped him win it. I know I've said something like this before BUT i really do this time. At Lap something, Joey's front left wheel blew out so I thought that had been it. He was done. He was gonna finish 20 something. I was gonna switch the channel BUT I kept watching, hoping. Next thing I knew, Joey was in 3rd. THIRD!!! And it wasn't too many laps until the finish. SO I started praying. Full out praying. God please let (whoever was in 1st at the time) pit so Joey will be in 2nd. Whoever was in 1st pitted. Please God, let Ryan Newman have to pit. Ryan ran out of gas and had to go to pits. SO THIS MEANT JOEY WAS IN FIRST! Since it had been raining almost everyday for the past 2-3 weeks, I started praying for rain so they would have to call the race due to rain. PLEASE GOD, LET IT RAIN! NOT LIGHT RAIN, I WANT A DOWN POUR! I WANT AN OCEAN! JOEY NEEDS THIS MORE THAN ANY OTHER DRIVER! HE NEEDS HIS FIRST WIN! HE NEEDS A CONFIDENT BOOST! PLEASE LET IT RAIN!  I've never really actually prayed before. But I knew this was the moment that I needed to. Joey didn't have the car to win it. So I ran to the window and prayed for 20 minutes. Did NOTHING else but pray. And you know what, it WORKED! JOEY WON! AND I HELPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SlvNKNfetZI/AAAAAAAAANY/9ROJOlKts-4/s1600-h/4761_1085913320310_1600710911_30283756_2982787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SlvNKNfetZI/AAAAAAAAANY/9ROJOlKts-4/s320/4761_1085913320310_1600710911_30283756_2982787_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358101756991419794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two are my highlights since the Hand Me Down Kids concert. Don't worry, I'll have more after the Jonas concert this saturday and Warped is next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-378130993419819067?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/378130993419819067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=378130993419819067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/378130993419819067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/378130993419819067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-havent-i-blogged.html' title='Why haven&apos;t I blogged...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SlvM66pHe3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/Zh3O5Z2Vpb4/s72-c/032_32.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-49086193050835581</id><published>2009-06-28T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:34:35.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Past 4 Days</title><content type='html'>I've lost a lot of respect for people. Really? You're gonna crack jokes about someone after the DIE! REALLY you're gonna be that IMMATURE?!?!?! WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one about Michael Jackson, you know which joke I'm talking about, that's the most horrible thing I've ever heard in my life! And even my little sister told it to me. And she has no idea why I'm so upset about it. I know Michael was creepy during his life, but that gives you NO right to crack jokes about him AFTER he dies. Thanks to MTV &amp; VH1, I've learned a lot about him and I have more respect for him as a music artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now people are gonna say stuff about Billy Mays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all need to learn to grow up. I know you wouldn't want to be in their families' shoes right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-49086193050835581?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/49086193050835581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=49086193050835581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/49086193050835581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/49086193050835581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/past-4-days.html' title='Past 4 Days'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3239459335167732137</id><published>2009-06-24T13:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:21:34.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, Best Day of My Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SkJgJs5atjI/AAAAAAAAANI/hQMpna6SNaw/s1600-h/l_2ca9d523db4d483b8c35eee7e2ee947d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SkJgJs5atjI/AAAAAAAAANI/hQMpna6SNaw/s320/l_2ca9d523db4d483b8c35eee7e2ee947d.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350945027056645682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=404332583&amp;albumID=1385586&amp;imageID=20560275"&gt;photo courtesy of Amylynn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 23rd, 2009 I had the Hand Me Down Kids come to my hometown and they played a set in my Nana's backyard. This is their summer tour. Fans were able to book the band for an LRC (living room concert) in their hometown. They also brought their marketing manger &amp; friend Amylynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day began at 9am. I had set my alarm for 8am, but I could not wake up that early. So I got up &amp; about 20 minutes later, my dad, sister &amp; I went to my Nana's. My first task, raking the backyard. Oh how fun to rake all the mowed up wet grass. While I was doing so, I got a text from Amylynn. She was letting me know that they were gonna be 10 minutes late. Once I got that lovely task done, it was time to set up the new canopy. Just incased it rained since it has been raining for over 2 weeks. Around 1145, my mom brought Mickey Ds. Starving by this point. A little after 1, the first guest arrived, my 4-year old cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all the guests arrived before the band except for my friend Krissi. Oh yeah, that was fun when the band arrived. All the girls ran to the doorway &amp; started their "ooo he's hot!" HAHAHA! =) Then they started performing, and everyone started whispering "he's (Lamoni) has a really good voice!" In the middle of the first song, Lamoni told us about his ice tea he brought with him. That was so funny, he really thought he could drink the whole gallon (I think) before he finishes all the songs. He did that the night before &amp; he thought he was going to die. Butters found himself a new best friend, my Nana's dog Daisy. Well I should say girlfriend. After every song, we clapped, so they got the idea they should have someone with a sign that read "CLAP!" and "LAUGH!" Amylynn got the idea to write it for them on a piece of cardboard. Krissi told them "well you should back here then, this is where you're getting your ideas". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys took a little bit of a break &amp; got food. Except Lamoni. Dude, do you eat? I would of thought you would have been hungry. Or were you too full of ice tea? This is when some went swimming. Yeah, I know, cold right? Everybody but Krissi thought it was but they still jumped in. Even my 4-year old cousin. I didn't tho. Then we gathered for cover songs. This was shorta hard. We knew other bands but to find ones the Hand Me Down Kids knew (well Lamoni knew because half of the band was MIA). Then it was picture time. Fletcher let me hold David the teddy bear in the picture. After, we bought tees &amp; posters &amp; got them autographed. I'm thinking I should frame mine. =) It was so sad saying goodbye. Everyone hugged, me, my friends, sister, sister's friends, mom, dad, my nana, they hugged everyone. They even tried taking Daisy, but my cousin wouldn't let them. Of course, the guys tried selling Paul. My sister jumped on that one. Why wouldn't we buy Paul, he's so badass! We all had sad faces. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mine &amp; my sister's friends left, well except for Krissi. We ate some more of the food my mom made. Then Krissi got to thinking. They said they were going to see Tranformers: Revenge of the Falling at the Hooksett Cinemagic/Imax theater, why not go stalk them and go see the movie. HAHAHA. So Krissi &amp; I go take off for Dunkin's in my hometown because that was the closest place with WiFi. But when we looked for tickets, it was sold out. Well the Imax version was. But we didn't know that until we got to Krissi's house. We started thinking, why not see another movie. But no other movie was being played at midnight. Then I thought, wait there were two Transformers at that theater. So I went to check if there were tickets available to see it in regular. BINGO! JACKPOT! I found tickets! So we took off for Manchester, I changed my clothes &amp; headed to Hooksett. We got our tickets &amp; waited for the guys &amp; Amylynn to show. 2 1/2 hours later, movie finished. All 8 of us were gonna go get a bite to eat at the Red Arrow Dinner since that was the only place opened at 3am but the guys were tired and just wanted to head off for their next destination. So hugs were exchanged again &amp; Krissi &amp; I headed out. All &amp; all, it was one of the best fucking day of my life. Best concert of my life. Sorry Jonas Brothers. You never gave me two hugs in one day. You never came to my town and played a concert for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3239459335167732137?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3239459335167732137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3239459335167732137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3239459335167732137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3239459335167732137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously-best-concert-of-my-life.html' title='Seriously, Best Day of My Life!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SkJgJs5atjI/AAAAAAAAANI/hQMpna6SNaw/s72-c/l_2ca9d523db4d483b8c35eee7e2ee947d.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7153553138373137844</id><published>2009-06-22T13:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:56:44.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou Phil</title><content type='html'>I re-did this post because I used the song for a project. I deleted the old post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was first posted on 6/8/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sj_FlgyCzwI/AAAAAAAAANA/PpWr2RVoSuU/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sj_FlgyCzwI/AAAAAAAAANA/PpWr2RVoSuU/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350212130585104130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For writing Paper Airplanes. I know, I know, Ashley told me it was a sad song and about death but I don't think anyone could have written a more beautiful song about death. And that song means so much to me. I seriously wish I had this song to listen to all throughout 2008. I think it would of helped me deal with everyone dying a lot more easier last year if I had this song. I bet I would of cried one less tear. It sounds completely strange to love a song about death but I just absolutely love it! Everything about it. The music, the lyrics, the over all feel to the song. I think I cried too much last year because right now I can't cry while listening to this song but I want to. Because it's that beautiful. I can feel the tears in my body but they just won't come. Paper Airplanes is officially one of my top 3 songs. I think it's #2. Demi Lovato's Don't Forget is #1 and McFly's The Heart Never Lies is #3. And I've put my foot down, so that will never change. No song can replace those 3. I can't stop hitting the back button on my iTunes playlist. And when that song comes on my iTunes, I cannot do anything else except write this. I've loved many songs in my life, but never like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thank you Phil Bensen for writing this wonderful song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.This blog doesn't even begin to show how much I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Paper Airplanes always seem to crash"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7153553138373137844?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7153553138373137844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7153553138373137844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7153553138373137844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7153553138373137844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/thankyou-phil_22.html' title='Thankyou Phil'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sj_FlgyCzwI/AAAAAAAAANA/PpWr2RVoSuU/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3640960597540412298</id><published>2009-06-16T23:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:00:05.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>Um, yeah, can July 1st get here any faster, PLEASE AND THANK YOU! Or at least June 25th! I WANT MY NEW ROOM! I WANT A DOUBLE! I mean seriously, how can a college dorm room, with paper-thin walls &amp; 3 other people in the room be a wonderful place to have sex in? I didn't think I would ever say it, but I miss my old roommates! Well I like Jen (current roommate) but I'm done with the other 2 &amp; the boyfriend that came with 1 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Bensen really needs to check his comments and respond to them. Please and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Josh Wolf on Chelsea Lately last night. We really should start calling Speidi Herpes. I want to meet Chelsea Handler so bad! And Chuy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Taylor Swift! You gave me a new reason to make fun of you for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want another Phil Bensen &amp; Jesse Ruben concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to figure out if I'm going to Warped Tour or not. I want to go so bad but I need a ride! I have a bunch of people who want to go but they won't make up their minds. AND I WANT TO KNOW NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WEEK TILL THE HAND ME DOWN KIDS INVADE NEW HAMPSHIRE! I can't believe it took Paul 9 months to comment me! Geez Paul! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of Franco Valdes and his Virginia Cavaliers! They're currently in the College World Series. They take on Arkansas tomorrow night. I hope you win it boys! Can't wait until you come back to the Swampbats Franco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last project for my Graphic Design class made me realize that I can be a Graphic Designer. I was thinking of changing to a photography major or arts major but I'm having fun as a Graphic Designer. I just don't think I'll work with websites. Dreamweaver is so hard to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I can meet Joey Logano next Thursday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Lines, Vines, and Trying Times!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't think of any other topic to blog about. And I figured out how to stop sex from happening. Put the tv on. They both shut up because they know you don't have your headphones on any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3640960597540412298?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3640960597540412298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3640960597540412298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3640960597540412298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3640960597540412298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-thoughts-of-day.html' title='My thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-665281911884140878</id><published>2009-06-15T00:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:06:28.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years of Being Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SjXWc3D3PII/AAAAAAAAAM4/-y9NzOsxwKY/s1600-h/hyujmjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SjXWc3D3PII/AAAAAAAAAM4/-y9NzOsxwKY/s320/hyujmjh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347415923877166210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.i.t.H! Well 4/5ths of them! Jonny, Dan, Me, Dave, my sister &amp; Ryan! Aaron was MIA at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see Ball in the House again friday night at the Relay for Life 2009. Damn, I've missed my boys from Boston!! If you don't know who Ball in the House is, you totally should! They're an acapella group made up of Ryan Chapelle, Aaron Loveland, Jon J. Ryan, Dan Szymczak &amp; Dave Guisti. They have four cds out. I own 2 and my dad owns 1. They are simply the best acapella group I've ever heard. They have such talent. I wish more people listened to them. During their concerts they also do some songs from before my time like Motown. One of the biggest re-makes is Superstition. Best version I've ever heard. They even give Stevie a run for his money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're some of the nicest guys I've ever met. I've met them twice. Once 3 years ago and then friday night. And Aaron even remembered us! I really think you should listen to them! At least listen to Superstition!! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ballinthehouse"&gt;Myspace Link!&lt;/a&gt; And they told us that they had 3 shows earlier that day but when they saw my sign, it totally made their day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkEWyP_qOKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/jkEWyP_qOKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take a listen to that and see if you can remember that commercial. I'm gonna actually try to find the vid for that commercial. And yes, they really were the voices for that song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-665281911884140878?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/665281911884140878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=665281911884140878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/665281911884140878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/665281911884140878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-years-of-being-apart.html' title='3 Years of Being Apart'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SjXWc3D3PII/AAAAAAAAAM4/-y9NzOsxwKY/s72-c/hyujmjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1365640850520722994</id><published>2009-06-06T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:28:30.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AH! They were #14 today!</title><content type='html'>PARACHUTE WAS #14 ON VH1'S TOP 20 COUNTDOWN!!! WATCH OUT DAVID COOK, THEY'RE GONNA BE #1 VERY VERY VERY SOON!!! NEXT WEEKEND'S GOAL, CRACK THE TOP #10!!! WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHE IS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghhivSh1hSc&amp;feature=channel_page&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;click right here to see the video&lt;/a&gt; AND BE SWOONED BY WILL SAYING &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; 49 TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around, &lt;br /&gt;But she takes it all for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my faith, in my darkest days, &lt;br /&gt;But she makes me want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love. &lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;She's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had my ways, they were all in vain, &lt;br /&gt;But she waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;It was all the same, all my pride and shame, &lt;br /&gt;And she put me on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love. &lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;She is love, and she is all I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when that world slows down, dear.&lt;br /&gt;And when those stars burn out, here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh she'll be there, yes she'll be there, &lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;They call her love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;She is love, and she is all I need, &lt;br /&gt;She is love, and she is all I need, &lt;br /&gt;She is love, and she is all I need."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-1365640850520722994?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1365640850520722994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1365640850520722994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1365640850520722994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1365640850520722994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-they-were-14-today.html' title='AH! They were #14 today!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2216236893089211721</id><published>2009-06-04T01:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:53:11.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HQ on Youtube</title><content type='html'>So I never really gave a crap about the HQ button on youtube until I decided to push it when I was watching the Rookie of the Year - What is Love music video. Lemme tell you something, I freaking love that button!!!! It gave me a whole new sexy Ryan Dunson instead of that grainy garbage. The only thing that is better than the HQ button is Ryan Dunson in person! And I have experienced it already, so I know this stuff! That HQ button is magic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9ji_oklFtE&amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;youtube link because posting the video straight to blogspot wont give you the HQ button&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it! Ryan looks 1,000,000,000,000 times better in HQ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2216236893089211721?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2216236893089211721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2216236893089211721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2216236893089211721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2216236893089211721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/hd-on-youtube.html' title='HQ on Youtube'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7432852273376619042</id><published>2009-06-03T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:33:05.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of a Lifetime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/6532878934913997884-7432852273376619042?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7432852273376619042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7432852273376619042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7432852273376619042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7432852273376619042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-of-lifetime.html' title='Video of a Lifetime!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3952639913608624063</id><published>2009-06-02T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:16:43.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS MUSIC IS WORLDWIDE</title><content type='html'>KIERNAN MCMULLAN'S MUSIC IS WORLDWIDE ON ITUNES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=55963922"&gt;Kiernan McMullan - Fireworks (Live @ Reggie's Rock Club Chicago)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=55963922,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=55963922,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT YOU HEAR? GO CHECK OUT HIS MYSPACE &amp; GO BUY HIS TUNES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kiernanm"&gt;the myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see him April 25th with School Boy Humor, Rookie of the Year &amp; Jet Lag Gemini. Lemme tell you. I only listened to him like once or twice before the concert and after his set, I feel in love with his music. He has such amazing talent. It's that kind of music you hear someone playing at a coffee house or outside a college. And I love that kind of music but I haven't heard many people who play like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3952639913608624063?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3952639913608624063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3952639913608624063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3952639913608624063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3952639913608624063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/his-music-is-worldwide.html' title='HIS MUSIC IS WORLDWIDE'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7127562240733349041</id><published>2009-06-01T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:30:23.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tisk Tisk Tisk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiRymhXfxEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eJS2c1ms38g/s1600-h/88079359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiRymhXfxEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eJS2c1ms38g/s320/88079359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342521064085767234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the entire world is worried about what Miley is doing and who she is become. Umm, well what about her NINE year old sister Noah. Perez Hilton posted this picture a few hours ago on twitter. STOP WORRYING ABOUT MILEY AND START WORRYING ABOUT HER LITTLE SISTER!! I don't like saying this about children, but umm, she's starting to look a little whorish. I mean, thank God her little friend had that purse in front of her, both of their dresses are a LITTLE too short. You can't even call them dresses!!! Put some pants on these poor little girls!! What was Tish &amp; BillyRay thinking when they left Noah leaving the house??? I mean COME ON SHE'S NINE YEARS OLD FOR HEAVEN SAKE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7127562240733349041?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7127562240733349041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7127562240733349041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7127562240733349041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7127562240733349041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tisk-tisk-tisk.html' title='Tisk Tisk Tisk'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiRymhXfxEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/eJS2c1ms38g/s72-c/88079359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8032735882340472536</id><published>2009-06-01T00:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:14:18.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>To Me! And my other June 1st loves! katie santry, jake silbermann, oliver james, damien fayhe, jeff hackett, andy griffith, pat boone, morgan freeman, ronnie wood, tom sneva, ronnie dunn, simon gallup, paul coffey, mark curry, mike dunham, derek lowe, heidi klum, alanis morissette, nick young, miss dayana mendoza, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ones who cant celebrate their birthdays any longer =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marilyn monroe, michel plasse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just took the cool people. did you know those people are june 1sters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiNc5oY0xlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/h-60MfwJpC4/s1600-h/100_3429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiNc5oY0xlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/h-60MfwJpC4/s320/100_3429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342215728155379282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jesse ruben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've done to celebrate my nineteenth year of life was I went to see Phil Bensen, Jesse Ruben and Parachute at the Middle East Club yesterday (5/31/09). Phil was supposed to sing me Happy Birthday but he forgot. But I did get a hug from him and hugs fix everything! And when we were getting autographs, my daddy told everyone it was my birthday tomorrow, so I got birthday wishes from Jesse and Parachute. One thing sucked tho, I hated seeing Will from Parachute struggling during his performances because he lost his voice. But he was a trooper and sang as much as he could! And I totally shocked Johnny the drummer by telling him that Parachute was #16 on VH1's Top 20 countdown on Saturday! That's it debut! You gotta check out their music video! I love this song soooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghhivSh1hSc"&gt;she is love music video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my friend Katie. She wished me happy birthday at exactly midnight on everything! Twitter, Facebook &amp; Myspace! Just like I did for her birthday four days ago! Within the first hour (it hasnt been an hour) of turning 19, I was wished happy birthday 9 times (well from 9 different people). to me, thats love. People just amaze me sometimes. I love sharing this day with some awesome people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be one of the best birthdays ever! But I'm majorly bummed I can't spend it with my family. And it sucks not having my gram around. First birthday in 19 years she's not around. But she's in a better place now. Love you Grammie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiNdjk9EGkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/71XmYko6DPs/s1600-h/100_3431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiNdjk9EGkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/71XmYko6DPs/s320/100_3431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216448788142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;phil bensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8032735882340472536?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8032735882340472536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8032735882340472536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8032735882340472536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8032735882340472536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiNc5oY0xlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/h-60MfwJpC4/s72-c/100_3429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-878956550199197095</id><published>2009-05-29T22:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:50:14.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Famous, Say Whaaat?</title><content type='html'>For the past week and a half, that's what people tell us when we show them the Manchester Monarchs' home page. Okay, I should of blogged about this when I first saw it, but I didn't think of it. Yup, my daddy and I are the models for the Manchester Monarchs' home page to help sell season tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text from my friend Liss last wednesday telling me to check out the home page because my picture was on the website. Of course, I was at the 3rd floor meeting at my school, so as soon as that let out, I ran into my room, typed in the web address and BOOM there I was!!!! I kid you not! Just go to the Monarchs website&lt;a href="http://www.manchestermonarchs.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and up with pop a picture of my daddy and I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiCc3cfjSZI/AAAAAAAAALw/zgU56zAATEE/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiCc3cfjSZI/AAAAAAAAALw/zgU56zAATEE/s320/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341441634416675218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's the picture. But trust me, that's currently the home page. And might be the home page for the entire summer! Oh, I just can't wait for the new season to start. See if anybody comes up to me or my dad and tell me that they saw us on the home page. I'm telling ya, we're famous now! Now, when will I start signing autographs??? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-878956550199197095?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/878956550199197095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=878956550199197095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/878956550199197095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/878956550199197095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-famous-say-whaaat.html' title='Me, Famous, Say Whaaat?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SiCc3cfjSZI/AAAAAAAAALw/zgU56zAATEE/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5473198111971984384</id><published>2009-05-27T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:48:26.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont get it...</title><content type='html'>Why do people hate Whoa Oh! (Me vs. Everyone) remixed with Selena Gomez? The original by Forever the Sickest Kids never really caught my attention until they added Selena to it. I love the new version! People are so lame for booing the new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ob4qmRphCjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/ob4qmRphCjc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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;there's a small clip of it. go to selena's myspace to get the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5473198111971984384?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5473198111971984384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5473198111971984384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5473198111971984384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5473198111971984384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I dont get it...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2582596606064526994</id><published>2009-05-23T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:18:27.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol's Outcome...</title><content type='html'>Lets just say that I'm not as pissed as everyone else is that Adam didn't win because frankly, Kris has always been my 2nd since I actually started following this season. (I didn't watch it as much as I did in past years, you can blame my hockey obsession on that.) Don't get me wrong, I wanted Adam to win but I'm happy with our new Idol. That's all I wanted to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2582596606064526994?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2582596606064526994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2582596606064526994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2582596606064526994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2582596606064526994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/idols-outcome.html' title='Idol&apos;s Outcome...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2473652285726057012</id><published>2009-05-15T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:00:08.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>So something has been on my mind for a couple of days now. And it has to do with everyone's criticism with Adam Lambert. For the last couple of months, I've been listening to everyone's bitching about how "Adam Lambert needs to stop screaming throughout every song he sings on American Idol." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have an effing question for you AMERICA! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHY IN THE HELL DO YOU LOVE STEVEN TYLER OF AEROSMITH?!?! HUH? EXPLAIN THAT ONE TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt; LETS HEAR IT! I WANNA KNOW WHY! Now, don't start thinking that I don't like Stevn Tyler or Aerosmith when in reality I love him and his band but HE SCREAMS IN HIS SONGS TOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just how Adam chooses to perform his songs. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; it might not be his choice every time. It could be the producers of American Idol who want him to "scream" during his songs. And have you listened to anything else that Adam has done, that wasn't on American Idol? So might want to think about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2473652285726057012?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2473652285726057012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2473652285726057012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2473652285726057012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2473652285726057012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7153806610838219200</id><published>2009-05-07T04:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:32:42.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY</title><content type='html'>DUDE, SERIOUSLY I LOVE BEING WOKEN UP AT 4AM FOR A FIRE ALARM! ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS RAINING OUTSIDE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to revise this. (above i think was written like quarter of 5. its now 631. just got back from another fire alarm! woo! thank god my only final of the day is at 1pm. i'm thinking about getting breakfast and just stay the eff up. I mean 10-15 minutes of sleep is enough to stay up all day, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7153806610838219200?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7153806610838219200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7153806610838219200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7153806610838219200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7153806610838219200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely.html' title='LOVELY'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5023883525178620470</id><published>2009-05-04T13:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:31:49.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP ADAM COOK</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know my last blog wasn't someone actually dying, but this one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CN0VUskg3WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/CN0VUskg3WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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;&lt;br /&gt;I cried during this video. Legit cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5023883525178620470?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5023883525178620470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5023883525178620470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5023883525178620470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5023883525178620470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-adam-cook.html' title='RIP ADAM COOK'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3722638894983772599</id><published>2009-05-02T01:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:51:03.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP NLT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfvclaGYzKI/AAAAAAAAALA/EG57heO4XgY/s1600-h/nlt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfvclaGYzKI/AAAAAAAAALA/EG57heO4XgY/s320/nlt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331097119142497442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a sad day! the boyband NLT broke up just a few days ago. =(  i have been a fan for many years! and now they are no longer together. i am surely going to miss them. its such a bummer that i never got to see them in concert. nor did they get to ever release an album together. as travis stated on myspace, the guys were having too many complications to go any further with the group. but i wish the best of luck with their future projects. they are four very talented group of guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzYbHLonkVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/jzYbHLonkVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUrR9WI0emM"&gt;that girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rto2NuB1nKw"&gt;karma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjTB7Zj5EmU"&gt;she said, i said (time we let go)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube wont let me put their music videos on here, so i gave you think links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP NLT =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3722638894983772599?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3722638894983772599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3722638894983772599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3722638894983772599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3722638894983772599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-nlt.html' title='RIP NLT'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfvclaGYzKI/AAAAAAAAALA/EG57heO4XgY/s72-c/nlt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8082983724149006375</id><published>2009-04-28T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:43:44.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog from Travis</title><content type='html'>Travis from We the Kings recently posted a blog on his myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First of all thank you to everyone who was concerned about what happened the other night in Philadelphia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/news/local/43860627.htm"&gt;philly news link here&lt;/a&gt;l    -  This is what happened according to the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to Legal Actions I am not allowed to officially state what happened but Chris V did receive over 30 stitches and 14 staples in his head and has bruises on his back and arms.  He is ok now, but he's still a little distraught about everything that went down.  I will try my best to keep everyone informed, but thank you again for all the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want everyone to know that this is not a case of 'Screw the Cops'....out of the 10 police officers that were there, about 7 officers were trying to help the situation (unfortunately they came a little later) and 2 or 3 that were abusing their power and using excessive force.  In any situation there is good and bad, so please don't think that it's all Philly cops, I'm sure the majority of the Philadelphia Law Enforcement team truly works hard to protect and serve, but we feel strongly about finding the officers who were the bad apples and making them known so that this doesn't happen to anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for your concerns, I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Travis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8082983724149006375?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8082983724149006375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8082983724149006375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8082983724149006375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8082983724149006375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-from-travis.html' title='Blog from Travis'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1318951960518065707</id><published>2009-04-28T01:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:09:12.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this world is screwed up!</title><content type='html'>so i thought that sunday's beating wasn't bad enough, my friend katie told me about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nf1aihxAbwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/nf1aihxAbwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its BAD when this is what people think entertainment is. i feel so bad for Tokio Hotel and their families! nobody deserves this to happen to them! this world has gotten so screwed up! i don't even think i want to bring kids into this crazy effed up world. and i think that is just sad! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-1318951960518065707?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1318951960518065707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1318951960518065707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1318951960518065707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1318951960518065707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-world-is-screwed-up.html' title='this world is screwed up!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7315558287488468750</id><published>2009-04-27T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:04:40.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video from last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09Lu7Lu5Dlk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/09Lu7Lu5Dlk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6532878934913997884-7315558287488468750?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7315558287488468750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7315558287488468750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7315558287488468750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7315558287488468750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/video-from-last-night.html' title='video from last night'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-170629247140640455</id><published>2009-04-27T00:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:25:32.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE FOR MUSICIANS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU76XRX6_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mit4VAbWzqc/s1600-h/6864199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU76XRX6_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mit4VAbWzqc/s400/6864199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329231607928187890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/434g7"&gt;the link to the above picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NOT FREAKING BELIEVE THAT PHILLY COPS BEAT UP FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS AND WE THE KINGS! AND FOR NO REASON! THIS IS RIDIC. BELOW ARE FROM MY FRIEND KATIE. CLICK THE PICS TO MAKE THEM BIGGER! and then mine are last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU64P_NMtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L3d2EJnR9tY/s1600-h/4v2x5l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU64P_NMtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L3d2EJnR9tY/s400/4v2x5l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230472101573330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7BIIJWII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qR1GgzC_PZU/s1600-h/2e2jvra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7BIIJWII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qR1GgzC_PZU/s400/2e2jvra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230624610408578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7H8twkrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rk4RonEx4GM/s1600-h/10wshar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7H8twkrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rk4RonEx4GM/s400/10wshar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230741806027442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7Pns60JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vc8mbYAZXB0/s1600-h/1441ug7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7Pns60JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vc8mbYAZXB0/s400/1441ug7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230873604313234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7XHcGSvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3eaBH6SC1Fc/s1600-h/xlmd5j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7XHcGSvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3eaBH6SC1Fc/s400/xlmd5j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329231002382781170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7cvpQYcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Rp0KQemOA1c/s1600-h/2nvt1m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU7cvpQYcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Rp0KQemOA1c/s400/2nvt1m1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329231099074732482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfVBXvQpV0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8ZXms6uRbfY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfVBXvQpV0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8ZXms6uRbfY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237610141931330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfVBjYjzVaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-CEKLmy6qVg/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfVBjYjzVaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-CEKLmy6qVg/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237810206692770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfVBq5HcvOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JL9Ot5efdDE/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfVBq5HcvOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JL9Ot5efdDE/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237939205225698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-170629247140640455?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/170629247140640455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=170629247140640455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/170629247140640455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/170629247140640455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hate-for-musicians.html' title='HATE FOR MUSICIANS!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfU76XRX6_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mit4VAbWzqc/s72-c/6864199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8136764620091742926</id><published>2009-04-26T19:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:46:44.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>I went to the What is Love tour concert last night in Cambridge, Massachusetts and OMSHB (oh my school boy humor) is was amazing! Hot as hell but amazing! It started sometime after 1:15 and we didn't get out of there until around 5:40. Before we got there, we were expecting only 3 bands and 1 solo singer but at the last minute they added another band to start off the show. I don't remember who the first band was, then it was Kiernan McMullan, Jetlag Gemini, School Boy Humor &amp; (the headliner) Rookie of the Year. 4 bands + 1 solo singer all for 10 bucks a piece for a ticket. Kiernan was amazing. Jetlag was way too "fucking loud" (as they kept saying they wanted to be). It was too loud for the tiny ass room we were in. School Boy was fantastic! And of course Rookie was the same. We got to meet everyone but the first band. Kiernan was such a sweetheart. Ryan from Rookie was a freaking riot when meeting him. When I was taking a picture with Ryan, starts out ahead of me and starts walking towards my dad who had the camera. Of course, I look like an idiot in the picture, laughing my ass off. I got to meet Mandy Van Duyne who is dating guitarist Anthony Evans from School Boy Humor. I can't believe how much money my dad sent at that concert! 4 cds, 1 tee shirt, a poster, parking &amp; food at Hooters afterwards. 1 cd, the tee &amp; poster were a bundle for $20 of Rookie. The other cds totaled to $24, $19 for parking and then like $30 at Hooters. That was almost $100! So please go listen to them on myspace! I have School Boy, Kiernan &amp; Rookie on my top! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyVUzQAHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nLXZ6HQ9AYA/s1600-h/100_3241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyVUzQAHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nLXZ6HQ9AYA/s320/100_3241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329150707260981362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyRREEAiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gKI_6PtdwiU/s1600-h/100_3273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyRREEAiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gKI_6PtdwiU/s320/100_3273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329150637538279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyG9qGv2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SwNgHf4Dbm8/s1600-h/100_3280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyG9qGv2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SwNgHf4Dbm8/s320/100_3280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329150460530442082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTx6tJShZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UjaFWEpuKBk/s1600-h/100_3284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTx6tJShZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UjaFWEpuKBk/s320/100_3284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329150249939404178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8136764620091742926?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8136764620091742926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8136764620091742926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8136764620091742926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8136764620091742926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SfTyVUzQAHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nLXZ6HQ9AYA/s72-c/100_3241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-455569952243515417</id><published>2009-04-20T18:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:43:43.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE! TWITTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sez5dpO6vEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cWeHfo7tWg8/s1600-h/Picture+34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sez5dpO6vEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cWeHfo7tWg8/s400/Picture+34.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326906746952399938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT THAT SIZZ! I GOT MY FIRST CELEBRITY RESPONSE FROM JARED MURILLO AKA ASHLEY TISDALE'S BOYFRIEND AKA JARED FROM V FACTORY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had commented on his picture he took at In-and-Out Burger "@makaio8688 &lt;a href=" http://twitpic.com/3ke6q"&gt;picture here&lt;/a&gt; - i've wanted to try in-n-out burger to see what the big deal is but i dont know if that day will ever come" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE RESPONDED TO THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you can see what he said, just click the picture and it will get bigger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-455569952243515417?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/455569952243515417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=455569952243515417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/455569952243515417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/455569952243515417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/dude-twitter.html' title='DUDE! TWITTER!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sez5dpO6vEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cWeHfo7tWg8/s72-c/Picture+34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6481149858910366571</id><published>2009-04-19T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:44:37.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SeqsIIXtaJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ko3UeGscaeo/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SeqsIIXtaJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ko3UeGscaeo/s400/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326258765004892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my Monarchs didn't make playoffs - for the first time in their 8 years of existence, I can't blog about how I want them to win. So I'll blog about my other men. For the ECHL - I want the LA Kings &amp; Monarchs farm team the Ontario Reign to win what ever they call their trophy. For the AHL Calder Cup I want either the Providence Bruins (I don't like them but they are the Boston Bruins affiliate), the Hershey Bears (Washington Capitals), or the Grand Rapids Griffins (Detroit Red Wings). And that pretty much sums up for I want to win the Stanley Cup. Well the only ones I want to win the Stanley Cup are the BOSTON FRICKEN BRUINS!!!!! But if some God awful reason the Bruins get knocked out (knock on wood, especially when you read this) I want the Capitals or Red Wings to win it. Well the Red Wings don't need to win it since they're the 2008 Stanley Cup Champions but they're my back up. So there ya have it. BOSTON BRUINS ALL THE WAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6481149858910366571?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6481149858910366571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6481149858910366571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6481149858910366571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6481149858910366571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/playoffs.html' title='Playoffs'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SeqsIIXtaJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ko3UeGscaeo/s72-c/Picture+18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1276393298681124273</id><published>2009-04-17T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:41:03.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CANNOT WAIT!</title><content type='html'>FOR THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUdFnK5snTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/MUdFnK5snTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6532878934913997884-1276393298681124273?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1276393298681124273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1276393298681124273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1276393298681124273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1276393298681124273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannot-wait.html' title='CANNOT WAIT!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7162039412271468744</id><published>2009-04-14T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:05:14.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idol</title><content type='html'>All I have to say about tonight is ... LOVE ADAM, KRIS &amp; ALLISON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM IS AMAZING!!!!!! AS ALWAYS!!!!! AMAZING!!!!  NOW THAT IS AN IDOL! HE'S HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE ON THAT STAGE! THE BACKUP SINGS ARE HAVING A BLAST AND THE BAND IS JUST GOING CRAZY! ADAM LAMBERT IS AMERICA'S IDOL! I DON'T CARE WHAT SIMON SAID, WE LOVED IT!!! &lt;33333333!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris was adorable as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Allison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home tomorrow night .... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ANOOP!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7162039412271468744?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7162039412271468744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7162039412271468744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7162039412271468744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7162039412271468744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/idol.html' title='idol'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2915574269534338793</id><published>2009-04-11T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:27:08.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Gotta Love Your Friends</title><content type='html'>I am really starting to get sick and tired of this. Im really tired of being taken for granted. I'm the one who's always there for my friends but my friends are never there for me. I'm always the one who they can turn to for a shoulder to cry on but they won't do the same for me. They will come to me with their boys problems but criticize me for the boys I like. I love it when one friend always tells me that I'm never good enough for a boy. When I wanna talk to my friends, they'll just say yeah, uh huh, yup or just totally flat out leave me. I mean, I have no problem being there for a friend in need but what about me? Will you be there for me? Nobody was there for when my family died. Only family was there. No friend to turn to. No friend who had a shoulder I could cry on. There was only 2 people I told last week when my great uncle passed away and only one of the two told me that they were sorry for me. And I just met that person a few weeks ago. A friend I have known for years couldn't even tell me they were sorry for me. I might be complaining about nothing. Its not really a big problem. Some people have it worse. But this has been bugging me for years. I'm always the friend who was taken for granted. And I just really feel like getting this off my chest. And I kinda feel a wee bit better that I have finally said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2915574269534338793?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2915574269534338793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2915574269534338793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2915574269534338793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2915574269534338793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-gotta-love-your-friends.html' title='Just Gotta Love Your Friends'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8569397811434000857</id><published>2009-04-09T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:08:52.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 25 on iTunes</title><content type='html'>So I'm really bored and listening to my songs on iTunes. And I got to thinking about my top 25 most played songs. Since I have had my laptop for over about 8 months now, I was thinking what would my 25 most played songs will look like once a year passes by. Currently my top 25 most played songs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never Think - Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;2. Bella's Lullaby - Carter Burwell&lt;br /&gt;3. cant post this&lt;br /&gt;4. See U in the Dark - Honor Society&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't Forget - Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;6. cant post this&lt;br /&gt;7. Supermassive Black Hole - Muse&lt;br /&gt;8. My Baby - Jesse McCartney &lt;br /&gt;9. I Don't Care - Apocalyptica featuring Adam Gontier&lt;br /&gt;10. La La Land - Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;11. Bounce - Timberland, Justin Timberlake &amp; Missy Elliot&lt;br /&gt;12. Makeup - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;13. One the Line - Demi Lovato featuring the Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;14. New Classic - Selena Gomez &amp; Drew Seeley&lt;br /&gt;15. Decode - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;16. Burn It to the Ground - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;17. Candle (Sick and Tired) - White Tie Affair&lt;br /&gt;18. can't post this&lt;br /&gt;19. Future Love (music video) - Varsity Fanclub&lt;br /&gt;20. She's a Lady - Forever the Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;21. Boom - Prima J&lt;br /&gt;22. Rockstar (music video) - Prima J&lt;br /&gt;23. Party - Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;24. Lovebug - the Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;25. cant post this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I should have more Jonas Brothers on here. I don't know why they're not. I just did this for fun. And to look back at when a year passes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8569397811434000857?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8569397811434000857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8569397811434000857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8569397811434000857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8569397811434000857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-25-on-itunes.html' title='Top 25 on iTunes'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2030853439879190262</id><published>2009-04-07T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:09:03.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 4/7/09</title><content type='html'>Tuesday - April 7th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs from the year the contestants were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Danny - 1980 - Stand by Me - That was the most annoying version of Stand by Me I have ever heard. 1-866-IDOLS-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kris - 1985 - All She Wants To Do Is Dance - Still doing amazingly! 1-866-IDOLS-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lil - 1984 - Whats Love Got to Do With It - FINALLY I LOVED IT! 1-866-IDOLS-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anoop - 1986 - True Colors - After the first couple of notes, I muted my tv and listened to I'm on a Boat. I think that might say something about Anoop. 1-866-IDOLS-04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Scott - 1985 - (i dont know the title of the song)- Omg, he did it, no piano! Go Scott! Loved it! 1-866-IDOLS-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Allison - 1992 - I Can't Make You Love Me - LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;1-866-IDOLS-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Matt - 1985 - Part Time Lovers- I'm saying this before he even starts, he needs to start doing something because I couldn't remember who the 8th contestant was. And he still didnt do it for me after he performed. 1-866-IDOLS-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Adam - 1982 - (grr i didnt catch the name of the song again) LOVED IT! LOVE THAT SONG! ALWAYS LOVE HEARING IT ON CSI! AND HE JUST LOOKED LIKE HIMSELF! NOBODY BUT ADAM WAS ON THE STAGE! EVEN THOUGH I LOVE IT WHEN HE'S IN CHARACTER! 1-866-IDOLS-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM WAS THE MOST AMAZING OF THE NIGHT, OF COURSE HE WAS!!! NOBODY CAN BEAT HIM! HE'S #1!!! The 2nd best was Allison! Then Kris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anoop&lt;br /&gt;2. Matt&lt;br /&gt;3. Lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home Anoop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2030853439879190262?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2030853439879190262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2030853439879190262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2030853439879190262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2030853439879190262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-4709.html' title='Tuesday 4/7/09'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-903111206130686826</id><published>2009-04-03T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:36:49.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At least 4 dead, possibly of 12</title><content type='html'>This story is better read at its &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/04/03/binghamton.shooting/index.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-903111206130686826?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/903111206130686826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=903111206130686826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/903111206130686826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/903111206130686826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-least-4-dead-possibly-of-12.html' title='At least 4 dead, possibly of 12'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-4347481741343689684</id><published>2009-04-03T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:44:57.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOWTIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SdZK9Z3qs8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ntmzwwwlrWY/s1600-h/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SdZK9Z3qs8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ntmzwwwlrWY/s400/flyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522428561667010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WISH PITTSBURGH WASN'T 10 HOURS AWAY! I WANNA GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-4347481741343689684?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/4347481741343689684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=4347481741343689684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4347481741343689684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/4347481741343689684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/showtime.html' title='SHOWTIME!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SdZK9Z3qs8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ntmzwwwlrWY/s72-c/flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5267508006187054669</id><published>2009-04-02T15:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:13:06.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>I deleted some of my posts because I feel like they were dumb. I feel so stupid right now. I feel like I always say stupid stuff. I always feel like this. Like some people don't take me seriously. Like why should I even have a blog if people think what I say is stupid. I don't know how people have blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5267508006187054669?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5267508006187054669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5267508006187054669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5267508006187054669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5267508006187054669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6043946155411035971</id><published>2009-03-31T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:23:27.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Top iTunes songs - Most Popular Downloads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anoop: Usher (Caught Up): 1-866-IDOLS-01&lt;br /&gt;Nope, he's not Usher. There's only one Usher! He'll probably be in the bottom 3. I agree with Simon "complete and utter mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Megan: Bob Marley (Turn Your Light Down Low): 1-866-IDOLS-02&lt;br /&gt;Nope, she's still not doing well. That was so awful. She's only staying because they have to vote off some girls. When the guys out number the girls by 3, you gotta kick some guys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Danny: Rascal Flatts (What Hurts the Most) : 1-866-IDOLS-03&lt;br /&gt;Bad song choice. Didn't we just have country week? Why do I have to sit here and be tortured through this song? As much as I don't care for this song, the original is wayyyy better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Allison: No Doubt (Don't Speak): 1-866-IDOLS-04&lt;br /&gt;First off, loved her hair! Loved her. LOVED THE OUTFIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Scott: Billy Joel (Just the Way You Are): 1-866-IDOLS-05&lt;br /&gt;Loved it! The perfect song for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Matt: The Fray (You Found Me): 1-866-IDOLS-06&lt;br /&gt;He was okay. Don't get why he had to have the audience around him? He was shouting more than Allison did. I agree with Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lil: Celina Dion (I Surrender): 1-866-IDOLS-07&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling it. Sorry Madi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Adam Lambert: Wild Cherry (Play That Funky Music): 1-866-IDOLS-08&lt;br /&gt;LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED IT! LOVE HIM! ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kris: Bill Withers(Ain't No Sunshine)  1-866-IDOLS-09&lt;br /&gt;Loved it! I always love his song choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anoop - totally forgot his performance until the end during the recap&lt;br /&gt;2. Megan&lt;br /&gt;3. Lil or Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6043946155411035971?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6043946155411035971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6043946155411035971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6043946155411035971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6043946155411035971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-541583102858609845</id><published>2009-03-30T15:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:46:48.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry's Not Good Enough</title><content type='html'>This blog post isn't just another promoting a band. It's just because I can't freaking get enough of this band from England! I don't know why, but all weekend I have been listening to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;. I have loved them since I saw them in Lindsay Lohan's movie Just My Luck. I don't know why I never got around to listening to love but I have listened to almost every one of their songs, haha just kidding. They have been big in England for like four years, and they have had like 4 or more cds, so I know that I haven't listened to every one of their songs. But I have "Sorry's Not Good Enough" stuck in my head all the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQvOECbFNwI"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sorry's Not Good Enough&lt;/span&gt; because I can't post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_K2ecZwt8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/P_K2ecZwt8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;That Girl&lt;/span&gt; is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yle1YEjmGf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/Yle1YEjmGf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'll Be Ok&lt;/span&gt; because its just so calm compared to their other videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orm8tCkvZ6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/orm8tCkvZ6s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just shows some of the crazy things they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I watched a bunch of their videos, I have just about seen all of them. Europeans aren't afraid to show it all, well almost all of it, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I don't think I'll ever be able to pick a favorite. THEY'RE ALL TOO DAMN ADORABLE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-541583102858609845?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/541583102858609845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=541583102858609845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/541583102858609845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/541583102858609845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorrys-not-good-enough.html' title='Sorry&apos;s Not Good Enough'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3434075661923250688</id><published>2009-03-29T01:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:03:27.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care what you say!</title><content type='html'>But Joe look as hot as ever last night at the Kids Choice Awards! Congrats to the boys on their award! And their performance was amazing!! They asked for it, and they got slimmed! I wish I had pictures, but I didn't want to wait forever for them! And why in the world did Miley have to cry. I'm still not gonna feel bad for her. And who was she gonna lose to anyway? You're Miley freaking Cyrus. Your show didn't win because it was a Nickelodeon award show! Below are some of the award winners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best TV Show - iCarly&lt;br /&gt;TV Actress - Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Video Game - Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;Voice Over - Jack Black - Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie - HSM 3: Senior Year&lt;br /&gt;What will Rock do? - dress like Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Music Group - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Animated Movie - Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;Book Series - Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Big Green Help - Leo Dicaprio&lt;br /&gt;Male Singer - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Female Singer - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Reality Show - American Idol&lt;br /&gt;Best Burp - Rico (Madagascar penguin)&lt;br /&gt;Movie Actress - Vanessa Hudgens - HSM 3: Senior Year&lt;br /&gt;Movie Actor - Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;Tv Actor - Dylan Sprouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below is a video from Selena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRqdRaZdN6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/aRqdRaZdN6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/6532878934913997884-3434075661923250688?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3434075661923250688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3434075661923250688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3434075661923250688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3434075661923250688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-care-what-you-say.html' title='I don&apos;t care what you say!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6973210974853189730</id><published>2009-03-25T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:07:13.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Good Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March 22nd, 2009&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere between four and six-thirty in the afternoon. I was sitting at yet another Monarchs' game. I decided to use my iPod touch and went onto myspace to check my inbox during intermission. One new message. As I was waiting for it to load, I was trying to figure out who it could be from. I mean, I wasn't having an on-going conversation with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was guessing that it had to be from a band. And I was right. But this time it was from a one-man band called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is the Good Fight&lt;/span&gt;. But you can also call him Aaron. He was asking me to check out his music. Once I got back to school from the game and eating out with my friend Krissy, I obliged and went to his myspace, since I love music so much and have been promoting bands for the past few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/ScpfkLyrNZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IAbkJe5KIeI/s1600-h/l_f2edf7f8f1a4f9966a57ba011d629a1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/ScpfkLyrNZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IAbkJe5KIeI/s320/l_f2edf7f8f1a4f9966a57ba011d629a1d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317167385309558162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some questions I asked him so y'all can know a little about him. It sucks that I couldn't interview him in person. But with school and whatnot, I can't go to Texas right now. I would love to! Meet him and my friend Kelsey from Dallas! One day hopefully I will get the chance. I really need to go to all these states that all my friends live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name of Band:&lt;br /&gt;A: This is the Good Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your name:&lt;br /&gt;A: Aaron Peña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Your age:&lt;br /&gt;A: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: On your myspace it says you're from Dallas, TX. Did you grow up there or did you move there at some point?&lt;br /&gt;A: I am originally from south Texas. Brownsville Texas. I moved to Dallas when I was 19 to go to Dallas Baptist University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A: I have 2 older sisters and an older brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there any special reason why you decided to choose the career of music?&lt;br /&gt;A: It is my passion! I love it! It's the only thing I can see myself doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Anyone in your family who is musical?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not really... Just my brother, he plays piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When you were a kid, was this always your dream to pursue music?&lt;br /&gt;A: I always loved music. My bother used to play the piano when I was just a baby and I would dance around haha. When I got into middle school, I had a friend named JJ who played guitar and I thought he was the coolest person ever. I wanted to play like him and I fell in love with playing the guitar and music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of genre of music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh gosh everything. This is not a joke. Country, jazz, blues, classical, rock, pop, folk. It doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite singer:&lt;br /&gt;A: Phil Wickham!!!! Most amazing live singer ever! Check him out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite band:&lt;br /&gt;A: Tough question, I have a few rocket summer, brand new, format just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you like to do for fun when you don't have a guitar in your hand?&lt;br /&gt;A: Love to skim board and play basketball. Wish I could go pro in both. haha maybe in another life some time : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you were to go on tour tomorrow, which city would you love to play first?&lt;br /&gt;A: Man I guess LA. I have never been there and I have an obsession with beaches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How about if you were going on a world tour tomorrow, which country would you love to play first?&lt;br /&gt;A: Wow! I think I would choose Sydney! I would love to visit Australia and go skim there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anyone who you would love to go on tour with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Um yes! The Rocket Summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How would you describe your music?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm depends when you catch me haha I like to write a bunch of different stuff. But for live, I like doing the whole acoustic pop rock feel in your face. At times I kind of slow it down a bit but not for too long. Energetic, truthful, passionate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Any bands or singers that influence you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Many great ones. But once again Phil Wickham has had a big influence as to what I think a good singer should sound like. He knows how to control his voice and is a passionate singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Randoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;A: Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite season:&lt;br /&gt;A: Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like sports? If so, which ones:&lt;br /&gt;A: Basketball, Football, I am going to say skim boarding is a sport : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite outdoor activity:&lt;br /&gt;A: Skimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite indoor activity:&lt;br /&gt;A: Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite TV show:&lt;br /&gt;A: Right now its Home Improvement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite Snack:&lt;br /&gt;A: Sandies cookies so good esp. before going to bed haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite sandwich:&lt;br /&gt;A: Turkey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite soda:&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm changes but I am drinking a mountain dew right now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite fast food:&lt;br /&gt;A: haha Golden Chic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite sandwich shop:&lt;br /&gt;A: Panera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Wal*Mart or Target:&lt;br /&gt;A: Target but wal mart if it wasn't so ghetto! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you put ketchup or mustard on your hot dog:&lt;br /&gt;A: Both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite school subject:&lt;br /&gt;A: Copyright and Intellectual Property &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Least favorite school subject:&lt;br /&gt;A: MATH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite number:&lt;br /&gt;A: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If money was no option, what kind of car would you love to drive:&lt;br /&gt;A: An old 56 Ford Truck. ahh I got to get one! and then a Range Rover! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you were stranding on a deserted island, what 3 things would you love to have with you?&lt;br /&gt;A: a guitar! a bible! a wife! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you vote on November 4th, 2008?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes I did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything you would like to add that I didn't cover?&lt;br /&gt;A: I love meeting new people and being real as much as I can! &lt;br /&gt;Go Cowboys!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats a little bit about him. I'm kinda surprised that I did this so soon. But he seems like a good kid. He's wicked friendly. And I didn't want to forget about doing this since I told him that his name could one day be mentioned in one of my blog posts. So &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;please, please, PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; go check his music out. Just follow this link &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=166396790"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; Add him to your myspace! Talk to him! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE IS FRIENDLY!&lt;/span&gt; I've only talked to him for 3.1 days and look, I'm already writing a blog to tell all my wonderful friends to go listen to his music.  Please let me  know if you go to his myspace! GO NOW! NOW! NOW! Or whenever you're not busy. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please and thank you!&lt;/span&gt; He would really appreciate if you did! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6973210974853189730?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6973210974853189730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6973210974853189730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6973210974853189730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6973210974853189730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-good-fight.html' title='This is the Good Fight'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/ScpfkLyrNZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IAbkJe5KIeI/s72-c/l_f2edf7f8f1a4f9966a57ba011d629a1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8787056633909167351</id><published>2009-03-24T19:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:13:29.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 time State Champs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sclv7R2Kw_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0BWWGNZabIo/s1600-h/DSCF8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sclv7R2Kw_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0BWWGNZabIo/s320/DSCF8246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316903899281146866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alma mata boys basketball team won their State Championship game friday night!!! This is their fourth straight! BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK!!! Oh btw, they're the first school in New Hampshire to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SclwA895fDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/I5E31VQTpMs/s1600-h/DSCF8256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SclwA895fDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/I5E31VQTpMs/s320/DSCF8256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316903996755639346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8787056633909167351?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8787056633909167351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8787056633909167351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8787056633909167351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8787056633909167351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/4time-state-chamos.html' title='4 time State Champs'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sclv7R2Kw_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0BWWGNZabIo/s72-c/DSCF8246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-60894032119262808</id><published>2009-03-24T18:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:28:17.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first NHL game</title><content type='html'>Was last thursday. The Boston Bruins took on the Los Angeles Kings in the TD Banknorth Garden. I had never been to a Bruins game, nor have I ever seen the LA Kings and it was my very first NHL game. So it was 3 firsts. I bought these tickets back in November or December. I was curious at what there was for seats left. To my surprise I came across 5 rows from the ice. So I decided to buy these tickets for my dad and myself for Christmas. Damn did that burn a huge ass whole in my pocket. $250 for the pair. But I really wanted the tickets really bad. I started off my night being neutral. I love the Bruins and the Kings are the parents of my Manchester Monarchs, so I decided it was best to be neutral. But yeah right, can you really stay neutral the whole night. Not me. I decided to go with the Kings since I really want them to make it to playoffs and the Bruins have already made it to that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our seats, I found out that we were right behind the Kings' bench! How amazing is that! 3 rows right behind! I got some amazing pictures! The Kings' ended up winning in overtime 3-2!!! When the Kings scored their 2nd goal, I was so excited that they tied it up, I hit the guy infront right in the back of the head. But he was too drunk to noticed and he didn't say anything to me, so I was all good. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sclce3sJqRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dFIFUU_iafE/s1600-h/100_2845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sclce3sJqRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dFIFUU_iafE/s320/100_2845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882520502544658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SclcmjsMMwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7ch1GK53h28/s1600-h/100_2832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SclcmjsMMwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7ch1GK53h28/s320/100_2832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882652572955394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/ScleML4LgTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CeVIAlIkm3U/s1600-h/100_2879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/ScleML4LgTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CeVIAlIkm3U/s320/100_2879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316884398527447346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that last photo! Dustin Brown (C) is so amazing in that! THAT SERIOUSLY IS THE BEST HOCKEY PHOTO I HAVE EVER TAKEN! NO LIE! Thank God my dad brought his camera in. His memory card is so amazing! Mine isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-60894032119262808?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/60894032119262808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=60894032119262808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/60894032119262808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/60894032119262808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-nhl-game.html' title='My first NHL game'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sclce3sJqRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dFIFUU_iafE/s72-c/100_2845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8371696583979045807</id><published>2009-03-21T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:57:37.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This past Monday's Kyle XY</title><content type='html'>A WARNING IF YOU STILL HAVEN'T SEEN IT, DON'T READ THIS. IT GIVES AWAY THE VERY END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday, March 16th, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally got to watch Monday's Kyle XY. The last, very last, Kyle XY. Let me begin with, I HATE THAT THE SHOW ENDED!!!!! WHYYY?!?!?! I LOVED THAT SHOW SO MUCH!!! WHY DID THEY HAVE TO CANCEL IT? MY LIFE IS NOW OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was seriously the cutest show ever! Well, it was extremely cute when Kyle and Amanda dated. Kyle is the cutest thing ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhhhhh, I seriously hate ABCFamily for canceling it. What am I supposed to watch now at 9 on Monday nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I hated the last episode. HOW CAN YOU END IT WITH CASSIDY TELLING KYLE THAT HE WAS HIS BROTHER?!?!?! HOW CAN YOU LEAVE IT AT THAT?!?!?!?! THAT'S NOT A GOOD ENDING!!! AND AMANDA WANTED TO GET BACK WITH KYLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to say. I so frustrated with that channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have so more blogs tomorrow night. One about my first NHL game. I have tons of pictures from the game. And about my high school's boy basketball game that took place friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8371696583979045807?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8371696583979045807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8371696583979045807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8371696583979045807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8371696583979045807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-past-mondays-kyle-xy.html' title='This past Monday&apos;s Kyle XY'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5706485143841766765</id><published>2009-03-16T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:22:33.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Urho Day!</title><content type='html'>It's a Finnish holiday (well more Finnish-American) and since I'm part Finnish, I wanted to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saint Urho Welcomes You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sb6KnNs30qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pkRSUtqd5Lc/s1600-h/urhobbl1u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sb6KnNs30qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pkRSUtqd5Lc/s320/urhobbl1u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837016641163938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Urho is said to have chased the grasshoppers out of Finland, thus saving the grape crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend of St. Urho originated in Northern Minnesota in the 1950s. However, there are differing opinions as to whether it began with the fables created by Sulo Havumaki of Bemidji, or the tongue-in-cheek tales told by Richard Mattson of Virginia. Either way, the legend has grown among North Americans of Finnish descent to the point where St. Urho is known and celebrated across the United States and Canada, and even in Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Urho's Day is celebrated on March 16th, the day prior to the better known feast of some minor saint from Ireland, who was alleged to have driven the snakes from that island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend of St. Urho says chased the grasshoppers out of ancient Finland, thus saving the grape crop and the jobs of Finnish vineyard workers. He did this by uttering the phrase: "Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen" (roughly translated: "Grasshopper, grasshopper, go to Hell!"). His feast is celebrated by wearing the colors Royal Purple and Nile Green. St. Urho is nearly always represented with grapes and grasshoppers as part of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoy our effort to honor this mythical Finnish-American hero. Please feel free to share your St. Urho experiences and celebrations by clicking on the phrase below and sending a note to the webmaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sainturho.com/"&gt;click here for link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5706485143841766765?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5706485143841766765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5706485143841766765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5706485143841766765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5706485143841766765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-urho-day.html' title='Happy St. Urho Day!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/Sb6KnNs30qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pkRSUtqd5Lc/s72-c/urhobbl1u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3358866313053249392</id><published>2009-03-16T00:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:56:41.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ersberg, Erik Ersberg</title><content type='html'>I know you girls don't watch hockey. But I just love this commerical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WSgHPCdCVg&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/9WSgHPCdCVg&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3358866313053249392?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3358866313053249392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3358866313053249392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3358866313053249392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3358866313053249392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/ersberg-erik-ersberg.html' title='Ersberg, Erik Ersberg'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3934600069767036164</id><published>2009-03-11T00:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:07:36.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>Boy, am I tired of waiting for the right guy to come around. Right now it seems like he's never, ever gonna get here. I know, I'm only eighteen. I'm young. I haven't waited that long, but damn, is this boy ever gonna get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started liking this guy. When I first started talking to him, he seemed wicked chill. And I love when guys are chill. At first we started talking online. It was great. Then he met me in person. And I think that's where it went wrong. He took one look at me and said "nope, I deffinately do not want to be friends with her." I haven't talked to him for a few weeks now. And he probably won't talk to me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I was thinking, forget him. I don't need him. I've been doing a damn good job just having me in my life. I mean, I can't leave myself. Now I have to walk around seeing him and thinking to myself "damn, I was so close. I was so close to at least having a new friend." But then why in the hell would a good looking guy want to be friends with me? And even think about dating me. God, I have been so dumb to think that a guy would ever be into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna be one of those old ladies with 23 cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now, I'm gonna really start trying to take a friend's advice that she gave to me a few months ago, but I never took it. I'm gonna stop wanting to come around. When he's ready, he'll get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3934600069767036164?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3934600069767036164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3934600069767036164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3934600069767036164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3934600069767036164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-289024480275157370</id><published>2009-03-06T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:31:29.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids of Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SbFs2HLmL_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ti1ZzClxMPA/s1600-h/l_eee0b5223cfb7fe755940042408520ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SbFs2HLmL_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ti1ZzClxMPA/s320/l_eee0b5223cfb7fe755940042408520ea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310145112542949362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan, Vin, Gary, Frank)&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be going to a concert tomorrow night but unfortunately it got cancelled due to a shady promoter. I was going to see this new band (they're not new band, but new to me). A few weeks ago I got a message on myspace from their drummer Dylan asking me to check out his band. It seriously was the cutest message I have ever gotten from a band! He's so down to earth and wicked chill. And when I finished reading his message, I HAD TO CHECK OUT HIS BAND! I love when people in bands want to talk to their fans. And he does! He's true to his word. He does try to answer every comment they get! I hate when I send a band like a Hello, how are you ... and I don't get anything back. I know, I know some of them are busy, but when you respond to most of your fans and not others, thats just rude. But anyway, you should check out Dylan's band Kids of Survival!!! I hope that one day I get to see his band live and meet the rest of the band! Because I bet they are as rad as he is! Just go to my myspace page and Kids of Survival is currently my #8 friend on my top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-289024480275157370?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/289024480275157370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=289024480275157370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/289024480275157370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/289024480275157370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-of-survival.html' title='Kids of Survival'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SbFs2HLmL_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ti1ZzClxMPA/s72-c/l_eee0b5223cfb7fe755940042408520ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8029834663053696845</id><published>2009-03-03T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:28:40.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away!</title><content type='html'>Ughh... I'm sick. Yet again. I was sick last month and now I'm sick again. I really, really hate being sick. Of course that's what I get for chasing hockey players around the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I got sick last thursday after I went out wednesday night to go to JW Hills to meet  Boston Bruin Chuck Kobasew and Manchester Monarchs Kevin Westgarth and Richard Clune. Of course I was supposed to meet Monarch Brian Boyle, but he had to be a good Catholic boy and went to church. I don't blame him though. He and his family is very religious and it was Ash Wednesday. But I'm just sad because I feel like I have some Brian Boyle curse against me. Every single time I'm supposed to meet that boy, he has some other place to be. Most every time its him being shipped off to LA to play for the Los Angeles Kings but this time it was church. I wouldn't be like this if it was any other player, but I still have to yell at him for something he did to me last season (December 17th, 2007) and I still haven't been able to yell at him since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda want this school week to be over with so I can go home and start my spring break. I wanna go home and sleep for like 12 hours because I don't think this cold will go away until I get that much sleep. That's how it was with the last cold. And I don't think I'm gonna get enough sleep here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLD PLEASE GO AWAY! My cold not cold weather. I want the cold weather to stay so hockey season will stay. I know, I should be saying cold weather go away so I won't get sick again, but you don't understand how much I love hockey!!! I don't know what I'm gonna do May-October when there isn't hockey. I mean I love baseball but you don't understand what its gonna be like being stuck in Manchester, living right down the road from the Verizon Wireless Arena and not being able to go to hockey games!!! IT'S GONNA SUCK LIKE MAJORLY!!!!! I've never been stuck in Manchester all summer long, so I might complain a lot summer, I might not. Baseball might be that amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. I'm done talking. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8029834663053696845?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8029834663053696845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8029834663053696845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8029834663053696845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8029834663053696845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-away.html' title='Go Away!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3673449981697660047</id><published>2009-03-02T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:37:02.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DONT WE DO THIS?</title><content type='html'>I wish my team did something this amazing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record crowd helps Chops go "pink in the rink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/28/2009 7:10 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SaxCYLU2TLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wbVvpDA7X_w/s1600-h/be8b67d8107fd7b92e2ca5385e83162a.200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SaxCYLU2TLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wbVvpDA7X_w/s320/be8b67d8107fd7b92e2ca5385e83162a.200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691043887500466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowd of 10,475 fans, the most ever to see an AHL game in Des Moines, packed Wells Fargo Arena on Friday night for the Iowa Chops' second annual Pink in the Rink Night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeds from the event will benefit the Breast Cancer Care Coordinator program at John Stoddard Cancer Center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that can be pink was pink in the arena. Besides playing on pink ice, the Iowa Chops players wore special jerseys, which became available for purchase via live auction immediately following the game. There was also a special pink lighting ceremony during the game to celebrate the lives of thousands of cancer survivors, as well as the lives of those lost to cancer. Even the arena went pink, with pink lights outside to reflect the excitement and energy of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chops fans were invited to show their support for cancer research and this event in several ways. During home games leading up to Friday, fans were invited to make donations of spare change in jars designated to each Chops rookie. Matt Caruana, Adrian Veideman and Matt Beleskey dyed their hair pink for the game, and contributions made to the winning jar will be matched by the Chops veteran players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans were also able to purchase a Pink in the Rink T-shirt to wear for the evening, and proceeds from T-shirt sales as well as crowd participation games, such as Pitch-a-Pig, will be part of the overall donation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year’s inaugural Pink in the Rink event generated over $25,000 for the Stoddard Care Coordinator program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this article is found at &lt;a href="http://theahl.com/news/league/index.html?article_id=9597"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3673449981697660047?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3673449981697660047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3673449981697660047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3673449981697660047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3673449981697660047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-dont-we-do-this.html' title='WHY DONT WE DO THIS?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SaxCYLU2TLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wbVvpDA7X_w/s72-c/be8b67d8107fd7b92e2ca5385e83162a.200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5114996716053934611</id><published>2009-02-26T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:48:38.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SacOMbYK9YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1VgAjRf9DDc/s1600-h/yguyguygu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SacOMbYK9YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1VgAjRf9DDc/s320/yguyguygu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307226292549776770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a whole hell of a lot better after I got that comment from Lamoni! He always knows how to make me smile! Yesterday was the best day/night I've had in a long while! Last night was too freaking hilarious! Wanna know about it? Message me on facebook. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5114996716053934611?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5114996716053934611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5114996716053934611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5114996716053934611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5114996716053934611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SacOMbYK9YI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1VgAjRf9DDc/s72-c/yguyguygu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7217925999082867620</id><published>2009-02-25T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:52:03.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be short. I am extremely pissed that my college doesn't have ANY hot water to take a shower with. Yesterday I went without one, felt extremely gross all day and today, I decided to freeze my ass off and took a shower. You know those people who go in the ocean in the middle of winter, well that's how cold out water is. I mean I don't think I even get the SHAMPOO out of my hair by the time I was done!!! This is getting ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from what my roommate tells me that 3 RAs went to complain to an RD and they're not gonna do A SINGLE FREAKING THING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7217925999082867620?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7217925999082867620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7217925999082867620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7217925999082867620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7217925999082867620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5677401646048381597</id><published>2009-02-20T13:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:39:41.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrifying 3:30AM</title><content type='html'>This is one night after a game these guys will never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8FMEACsfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ayH01gh0mjA/s1600-h/X00064_9_2192009120333PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8FMEACsfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ayH01gh0mjA/s320/X00064_9_2192009120333PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304964590856221170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is a article from www.timesunion.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloodied and dazed&lt;br /&gt;As hockey players sleep, bus goes out of control on icy road, leaving several seriously injured&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By DAVID FILKINS AND PAUL GRONDAHL, Staff writers &lt;br /&gt;First published in print: Friday, February 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECKET, Mass. Bodies hurtled through the air as windows smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys were flying around like ping-pong balls," Albany River Rats left wing Joe Jensen said of the team's bus wreck around 3 a.m. Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcer John Hennessy flew from his seat and crashed into equipment manager Jason McGrath, the force of the blow blasting both men through the air and onto the Massachusetts Turnpike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They went right through the window," forward Ryan Weston said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen smashed his head and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weston was pinned to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Jeff Daniels, sitting in the front, flew over the railing and landed on the driver, Stanley Novak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mangled bus came to a stop on the snow-covered highway, the front was on the guard rail and the back was in the roadway. Players had been sleeping moments earlier on a return trip from a game in Lowell. Now they were piled in the front, dazed and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpacks had been thrown through the broken windows, landing high in trees more than 30 yards away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do hockey players, accustomed to pain and blood and violence, respond when faced with danger and chaos off the rink ice? They do the sort of thing that happened next on a desolate stretch of highway in the Berkshires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one screamed. No one panicked. Voices could be heard through the darkness as the 29 men scuttled around, searching for displaced shoes and jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger wasn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The undercarriage of the bus faced down the highway and was barely visible through the snowy night. Tractor trailers rumbled by, shaking the bus as players and staff scrambled toward safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bus on its side, the inaccessible door faced skyward. Those in the back climbed out through a broken window and others tumbled through the roof hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant coach Geordie Kinnear kicked out the cracked windshield, cleared the glass, and other players and staff made their way outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skates, sticks and pads were strewn across the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinnear stopped traffic. Other drivers pulled over to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few players wore coats and some were barefoot as they limped across the road to the median.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniels looked out at the scene. Justin Peters' goalie mask lay at his feet, pressed flat by the bus or a passing semi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 15 minutes, they huddled in the frigid air, wearing flannel pants and sweatshirts, waiting for an emergency crew to arrive. All were conscious, but some were in pain, others bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fire truck arrived soon after, then one ambulance, then another. The severely injured were rushed to Berkshire Medical Center. The rest piled onto a school bus and headed toward the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players Nicolas Blanchard, 21; Casey Borer, 23; Jensen, 25; and Jonathan Paiement, 22, were hospitalized, as was the broadcaster, Hennessy, 47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their injuries were listed as serious. Daniels, the coach, said some had broken bones, but added none of the injuries were life- or career-threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached by phone at the hospital, Jensen said he had a concussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his hospital bed, Blanchard said he had a number of cuts, but played down his injuries the way 6-foot-3, 203-pound centers usually do.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not too bad," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours after the crash, Daniels walked down the hall of the hospital, peeking into the room of each player who had been admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was sleeping, another was groggy. The other two, Daniels said in true hockey language, were still getting "worked on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the players were being checked before they could leave. Those who had been cleared waited in the emergency room lobby, munching on food and drinking coffee provided by the hospital. Most had not slept, and they talked little as they slumped in chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last player had been examined, the group headed back out into the cold toward a white Yankee Trails bus identical to the one that had crashed seven hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They boarded the bus with their heads down. They did not speak. A few had black eyes. One had a bruised cheek. No one said whether the injuries came during the game or in the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were shocked, dazed, this group of hockey players who nearly died on ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8Fsb03wbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/74Sp1G9xl-A/s1600-h/X00067_9_2192009120338PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8Fsb03wbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/74Sp1G9xl-A/s320/X00067_9_2192009120338PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304965147007631794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitalized Rats defenser describes horrifying crash&lt;br /&gt;Four players, announcer remain hospitalized; team prepares for 2 p.m. news conference&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By PAUL GRONDAHL, Staff writer &lt;br /&gt;Last updated: 12:30 p.m., Friday, February 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PITTSFIELD, Mass. - River Rats defenseman Joe Jensen, diagnosed with a Grade-3 concussion, is amazed there were no fatalities or life-threatening injuries following Thursday's early-morning bus crash on the Massachusetts Turnpike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm kind of shaken up," he said Thursday afternoon from Berkshire Medical Center, where three other players and a team announcer are being treated for concussions, lacerations and other injuries. He had undergone an MRI, CAT Scan and X-rays, as well as a battery of tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the other guys are doing OK, too," he said after speaking with his teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not too bad," forward Nicolas Blanchard said from his hospital bed, sounding groggy and slightly disoriented. He had not yet been given a precise diagnosis, although he suffered cuts from broken glass. He was asleep and on the low side of the bus when it flipped, seated near the section that slammed into a guardrail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blanch was bleeding pretty badly afterwards. I was sitting across from him on the high side and got thrown onto him when it flipped," Jensen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen said defenseman Casey Borer "took a really bad blow" and he was uncertain if he had broken bones or what his diagnosis was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Paiement "suffered a bad blow to the head" and may have suffered other injuries, Jensen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadcaster John Hennessy "was pretty shaken up and was bleeding a lot from cuts," Jensen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen was asleep on the Yankee Trails motor coach and was jolted awake when he felt the bus sliding sideways on the icy, snow-covered highway and then it flipped on its side in a terrifying, chaotic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys were flying around like ping-pong balls, thrown into the ceiling," he said. "Glass was shattering everywhere and my head smashed into something hard and I blacked out for a second. It all happened so fast. There was a lot of blood and it looked real bad. I thought someone might have had a fatal blow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jensen came to, he found himself in a jumble of limbs on the low side of the bus that was wrapped around a guardrail. As the dazed players stumbled out of the wreckage into the wintry darkness, some of them in bare feet and T-shirts, they realized part of the bus was sticking out into the highway and semi-trucks were bearing down on the disabled bus at high speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God no one was killed," he said. "We're really lucky everyone got away from that bus alive. It's unbelievable everyone survived. It was the worst thing I've ever been through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen said there was initial anger among the players after the first bus broke down and they had to wait in a parking lot for more than two hours before a replacement bus arrived. He did not sense any animosity toward Yankee Trails driver Stanley Novak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We realize now the roads were bad and it was an accident," Jensen said. "It's not like the bus driver tried to crash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crash is being investigated by Massachusetts State Police and is centering on whether Novak's speed was prudent for the icy road conditions. The Turnpike Authority had posted a reduced 40 mph speed limit for that stretch when the crash occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen hopes the River Rats cancel the next couple games, "out of respect for us who got injured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8G05mcMDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/38oyPcY0s1I/s1600-h/X00087_9_219200921851PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8G05mcMDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/38oyPcY0s1I/s320/X00087_9_219200921851PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304966391950749746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5677401646048381597?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5677401646048381597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5677401646048381597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5677401646048381597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5677401646048381597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/terrifying-330am.html' title='Terrifying 3:30AM'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZ8FMEACsfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ayH01gh0mjA/s72-c/X00064_9_2192009120333PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8604185931815775049</id><published>2009-02-14T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:10:39.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same as Madison</title><content type='html'>I definitely feel the same way as you do Madison! I've been realizing that lately I don't have many true friends. I was looking at my top friends on my myspace and I don't have a friend who's my #2. That is filled in by a band. I mean I love this band but I always feel weird looking at my top friends. I used to have a #2 friend but her and I became too distant even tho she's an hour away from me. =( And that's how its been for months, a band fills my #2 spot. I wish I had someone to fill that spot. There isn't anyone here at college that can fill it either. I hate when friends you were such great friends with during high school just don't make an effort to try to stay friends. I'm lucky enough that my best friend through out high school has stayed in touch with me even though she's in Georgia. Now that's definitely a best friend and I'm so lucky that she's mine and I'm hers! But I just wish I had a #2 best friend or at least a friend to fill that spot. My #2 is a band, my #3 is a member in my #4 band and my #5 is my street team. That just makes me feel so special. But I do feel special that I'm my #3's #3 if you can understand that. I guess I'll have to wait until after college to find that friend. But I love all the friends I do have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, btw, I'm not his good luck charm. I did everything the same as I did on Wednesday but he didn't tell me to get a good seat again, so I guess it only worked on Wednesday. Oh well, I tried. I just wish that it did work. I would feel so special if it did. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8604185931815775049?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8604185931815775049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8604185931815775049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8604185931815775049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8604185931815775049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/same-as-madison.html' title='Same as Madison'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6460012967491367431</id><published>2009-02-09T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:56:55.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Star of the week in the NHL</title><content type='html'>Here's some hockey for ya. I've seen this kid play, he's an awesome goalie and deserves this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK -- Los Angeles Kings goaltender Jonathan Quick, Detroit Red Wings right wing Marian Hossa and Washington Capitals defenseman Mike Green have been named the NHL's 'Three Stars' for the week ending Feb. 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZCYYWthUsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YLOwSoHUOJc/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZCYYWthUsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YLOwSoHUOJc/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300904305595863746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST STAR -- JONATHAN QUICK, G, LOS ANGELES KINGS  Quick highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick stopped 95 of 100 shots in posting three consecutive road victories, lifting the Kings (23-21-7, 53 points) within three points of the eighth and final playoff spot in the Western Conference. He stopped 29 shots in recording his third shutout of the season in a 1-0 victory at Ottawa Feb. 3, made 41 saves in a 5-4 victory at Washington Feb. 5 and concluded the week by making 25 stops in a 3-1 victory at New Jersey Feb. 7. The 23-year-old Milford, Conn. native improved his season record to 10-6-0 with a 2.38 goals-against average and .920 save percentage in 18 games. He ranks third among NHL rookie goaltenders in victories behind Steve Mason of Columbus (19) and Pekka Rinne of Nashville (14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO QUICKIE! YOU DESERVE IT BUD! YOU'RE ALWAYS AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nhl.com/ice/news.htm?id=408511"&gt;original link here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6460012967491367431?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6460012967491367431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6460012967491367431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6460012967491367431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6460012967491367431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-star-of-week-in-nhl.html' title='#1 Star of the week in the NHL'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZCYYWthUsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/YLOwSoHUOJc/s72-c/Picture+13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7357625107135969780</id><published>2009-02-09T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:15:03.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me how you really feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZCArFBJqbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vK35ka2GVNs/s1600-h/hudson_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZCArFBJqbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vK35ka2GVNs/s320/hudson_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878238984808882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my mom tells me what I tell her something I disliked in an email. Well today it was the 51st Grammys. Could that show have been anymore horrible. Thats 3+ hours of my life I will never get back. No host, only 2 out of the many performances were good and nobody who can actually sing won. Those lonely two performances I liked were Jennifer Hudson's and the Jonas Brothers with Stevie Wonder. And that's not just because I love the Jonas Brothers, they actually performed well. Who ever put this little show together put all the wrong people together except for JB &amp; Wonder. The one award I was looking forward to all night, went to the wrong person. I know, I know, Jonas Brother fan talking, but seriously...Adele? She had one hit, ONE! How many cds did she sell anyway? How many arenas did she sell out? Don't get me wrong, I do like her single Chasing Pavements... but the Jonas Brothers' deserved that Grammy more than she did. And who the heck is this Robert Plant and what's her face anyway??? Never even heard of them and they got all of these awards! Thats boloney! Please, please, please I'm begging you, never ever let M.I.A into an award show when she's pregnant!!! Well that's all I'm going to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7357625107135969780?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7357625107135969780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7357625107135969780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7357625107135969780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7357625107135969780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-how-you-really-feel.html' title='Tell me how you really feel'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZCArFBJqbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vK35ka2GVNs/s72-c/hudson_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-8464431291148630504</id><published>2009-02-09T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:51:06.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog I like to follow...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been reading this blog at least every day. I had seen his pictures on the internet but I never really knew who he was. Well a couple months ago, I learned his name. ALEX EVANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZB6rJUUKII/AAAAAAAAAFE/IohLwt7tUPU/s1600-h/l_024ada2a21771553093c2c57dfc3cfd6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZB6rJUUKII/AAAAAAAAAFE/IohLwt7tUPU/s320/l_024ada2a21771553093c2c57dfc3cfd6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300871643069163650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I found out that he had a blog. So I was curious and decided to look and see what he said to his readers. And since then I've gotten hooked on finding out what he has to say. He's a very smart boy. He's got a good head on his shoulders. And I agree with most things he says. I think his blog will inspire me to have more ideas of what to say on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to his blog &lt;a href="http://alexevans.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-8464431291148630504?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/8464431291148630504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=8464431291148630504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8464431291148630504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/8464431291148630504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-i-like-to-follow.html' title='A blog I like to follow...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZB6rJUUKII/AAAAAAAAAFE/IohLwt7tUPU/s72-c/l_024ada2a21771553093c2c57dfc3cfd6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-6734358099029070568</id><published>2009-02-02T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:49:02.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW POST! FNF!</title><content type='html'>Okay, this post isn't going to make you listen to this band. I'm just wicked excited! My name is going to be in Friday Night Fever's album!!! I cannot wait for it to be released!!! MY NAME'S GOING TO BE IN THEIR CD!!! I want you to buy it but you don't have to. I'm not going to force you! But I'm just so fricken excited right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SYewbzR6LBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7iw38FUzjhs/s1600-h/1zv35fr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SYewbzR6LBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7iw38FUzjhs/s320/1zv35fr.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397478292958226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-6734358099029070568?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/6734358099029070568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=6734358099029070568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6734358099029070568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/6734358099029070568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-post-fnf.html' title='NEW POST! FNF!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SYewbzR6LBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7iw38FUzjhs/s72-c/1zv35fr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-5132589480062136705</id><published>2009-02-02T13:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:22:53.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards shoulda won! Who's with me?</title><content type='html'>So I'm kind of unhappy about last night's Super Bowl. The Arizona Cardinals should of won! How more greedy can the Pittsburg Steelers be. They've already won enough, the Cards haven't won for 86 years! Of course, they should of not stopped the clock after the Cards final touch down. We know who the referees wanted to win. =p But whatever, it wasn't my team, so congrats to the Pittsburg Steelers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I have a new favorite band. They're outta Bowmanville, Ontario, Canada. They go by the names of Daniel, Stephen, Nathan, Steve and they make up the band called Eleven Past One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SYc3NfJl1pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OhaM_MCf8-4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SYc3NfJl1pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OhaM_MCf8-4/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298264191464232594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (l-r: Steve, Stephen, Daniel and Nathan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys found me back on December 10th (I sound like a loser for knowing the day, but I still have the message they sent me to check out their band on myspace.) Know you're thinking to yourself, Eleven Past One, where in the world did they came up with that? Well I got the story to tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All about ElevenPastOne!! They are a Canadian band out of the small town of Bowmanville, Ontario, CANADA. Growing up music was a big part of each member’s life since they were little. They are all classically trained and pretty much know whats up! Starting off with Brothers Daniel Richter (vocals) and Stephen Richter (guitar) the boys would jam for fun and write songs of there own. Dan had been singing before he could talk while Stephen studied flamenco guitar under Professor Ruban Diaz. During high school at Bowmanville High School there was a locker fire in one of the halls. The whole school was evacuated. This is how Stephen Richter and Steve Patenaude (drums) came together. The two had been in the same class and had nothing to do due to the fire and so they went back to Steve's house where he had drums and guitars. Stephen, being a guitar player, grabbed the guitar and Steve, being a drummer, got on the drums and at that moment there was musical chemistry as they call it. The next week Steve went over to Stephens’s house met Dan and a band was formed. Dan finished university at UFT with a bachelors of music and next was the hunt for a bassist. After jamming with a few bass players finally the right one came across the band...a childhood friend of Stephen's...Nathan Meima. It was just the cherry on top of everything. After Nathan was introduced to the band, the band started writing music together, playing local shows and things really started to come together. The band was first known as "Daniel Richter Band" but wanted something catchier. One night the band heard that they were going on a tour across the states and needed a new band name. Each member of the band, for some reason, had been seeing the time 1:11 frequently which was very weird. The band came together to think of a name but couldn’t come up with one and then they looked at the clock. Can you guess what the time was? 1:11. After that they knew it was a sign...they would be named ElevenPastOne. Now the band is getting ready to take off for a tour starting mid Feb traveling from Miami all the way to California with band manager, Sean Haden. The band is excited and can not wait for the experience of a lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was taken off from their myspace blog. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention, I'm the street leader of the New England Eleven Past One Street Team. Add it to your myspace. www.myspace.com/11past1newenglandst . And check out the bands' myspace at www.myspace.com/elevenpastonemusic . I've been chatting with two out of the four members for the past month (Stephen and Steve), and let me tell you, these guys are wicked down to earth. I have received a few comments from Daniel, but I don't know what's up with Nathan. But I bet he's as chill as the other three are. If you have your doubts of what I say, talk to them yourself because they love talking to their fans! Sadly they're not coming my way during their tour, but I hope to see them perform really soon! So please, please, please check these guys out and take a long listen to their music because I don't think you'll be disappointed. I sure am not!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-5132589480062136705?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/5132589480062136705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=5132589480062136705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5132589480062136705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/5132589480062136705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/02/cards-shoulda-won-whos-with-me.html' title='Cards shoulda won! Who&apos;s with me?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SYc3NfJl1pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OhaM_MCf8-4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-2497751632536815994</id><published>2009-01-03T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:52:15.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite band...</title><content type='html'>So last month I was introduced to this band. It consists of five guys in Nebraska. They call themselves the Hand Me Down Kids. Lamoni (lead singer/guitarist), Fletcher (guitarist), Paul (guitarist), Brandon (bassist) and Anthony (drummer). If you have never heard of them, you SHOULD SO CHECK THEM OUT!!!! Their music is AHMAZING!!! And they're wicked awesome, cool guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SV_BNV1YmlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8gLnThT4USk/s1600-h/l_c863d4d3f96e4d5a9e48ab5c404d786f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SV_BNV1YmlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8gLnThT4USk/s320/l_c863d4d3f96e4d5a9e48ab5c404d786f.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287156922499766866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to their myspace. www.myspace.com/thehandmedownkids and add them to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY! THEY'RE AHMAZING! NO LIE! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-2497751632536815994?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/2497751632536815994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=2497751632536815994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2497751632536815994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/2497751632536815994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-band.html' title='My favorite band...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SV_BNV1YmlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8gLnThT4USk/s72-c/l_c863d4d3f96e4d5a9e48ab5c404d786f.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-7202622395773519755</id><published>2009-01-03T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:36:30.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Summary</title><content type='html'>December was an okay month. Stressed out by finishing over due homework and getting finals completed. During finals week, my roommate and I had to move our room around (for the millionth time in the first semester). We might be getting a new roommate or two. Hopefully not two. I dont think we could possibly have four girls in that room. We wont know until we get back on the 11th. Coming home from vacation wasn't fun. First four days, I stayed at my gram's house. The next few days I stayed at my nana's. I haven't lived at home since Thanksgiving. This is all because New Hampshire had an ice storm on December 11th, 2008. 12 days my house was without power. Granted I only had to go without for 5 days. But I spent Christmas at my nana's. My family didnt even get to decorate our Christmas tree. I went thru only one death. Woo. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats my December in review. Not much happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-7202622395773519755?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/7202622395773519755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=7202622395773519755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7202622395773519755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/7202622395773519755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-summary.html' title='December Summary'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3979868898085415176</id><published>2008-11-05T12:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:26:04.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>november 5th, 2008</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHbgNQ9CWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1wRTNwcxS50/s1600-h/l_bc581f6d39054c9e8c63782af4fb4cc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHbgNQ9CWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1wRTNwcxS50/s320/l_bc581f6d39054c9e8c63782af4fb4cc9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230785735887202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the credit of this picture is to 6M Productions! &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=407028114&amp;MyToken=e991ff58-d2d3-48ac-9c4b-c2b8adf6ba5c"&gt;link to myspace here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL KEVIN JONAS II !!!! HAPPY 21st BABE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been the greatest and most awful week of my life! It all began last monday when some mofo pulled the fire alarm twice! MONDAY AT 2 FUCKING AM! AND THEN ON TUESDAY AT 4 FUCKING AM!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! Then my gram passed away on Wednesday. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!! HOW COULD SHE DIE!!!! so that makes the total of deaths in the year 2008 to 14! So to distress this weekend, I decided to go to Massachusetts for a Monarchs away game. MOFOS lost yet again! (2-5-0-1) is their record so far. I had the most awkward  seats. Lets just say if it wasnt for the glass being in my way, I could of easily sat on the Monarchs bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHaGmPmmwI/AAAAAAAAADU/CEXF0SAEhzs/s1600-h/DSCF7312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHaGmPmmwI/AAAAAAAAADU/CEXF0SAEhzs/s320/DSCF7312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229246252882690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHgKUVeRXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PR9dfdyEzGc/s1600-h/DSCF7347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHgKUVeRXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PR9dfdyEzGc/s320/DSCF7347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265235907234907506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHjfGYDGuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c9MU3GxGEWc/s1600-h/DSCF7348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHjfGYDGuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c9MU3GxGEWc/s320/DSCF7348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265239562799749858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHk1UzvSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IrmhqAmz2yY/s1600-h/DSCF7304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHk1UzvSaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IrmhqAmz2yY/s320/DSCF7304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265241044142737826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it was that crowded on the bench. and the next two are of kevin westgarth #15, viatcheslav voynow #76 and bud holloway #9. those are some of the best monarchs pics i have ever taken! just an fyi! also i cant believe that voynov is only 5 months older than me! WOAH! i'm the same age as a professional hockey player! so then the next day i went to see so you think you can dance!!! omg i got to meet mark kanemura!!! markie mark! ahhhhh!!! SEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHcaaXg3WI/AAAAAAAAADk/qcdkgIpbHJU/s1600-h/DSCF7696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHcaaXg3WI/AAAAAAAAADk/qcdkgIpbHJU/s320/DSCF7696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265231785685474658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you so! omg he is so gorgeous!!! ahhh! its crazy!! gev was wicked cute during the show!!! he  dressed in dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHdGOm9mlI/AAAAAAAAADs/6rArQuBd0x0/s1600-h/DSCF7479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHdGOm9mlI/AAAAAAAAADs/6rArQuBd0x0/s200/DSCF7479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265232538443291218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHd-NRgbCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5WuVt8g9yM/s1600-h/DSCF7492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHd-NRgbCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5WuVt8g9yM/s200/DSCF7492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265233500157537314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHe16qIVkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XCSo5Ln44Yo/s1600-h/DSCF7500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHe16qIVkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XCSo5Ln44Yo/s200/DSCF7500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265234457233217090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats my week quickly told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.love.push play.&lt;br /&gt;emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i say peace love push play now because push play is the shizzzzz! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3979868898085415176?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3979868898085415176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3979868898085415176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3979868898085415176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3979868898085415176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-5th-2008.html' title='november 5th, 2008'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SRHbgNQ9CWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1wRTNwcxS50/s72-c/l_bc581f6d39054c9e8c63782af4fb4cc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-3175790283048925730</id><published>2008-10-12T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:36:20.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to update since I haven't for over a month, mostly because of school and nothing exciting has happened, YET! I just wanted to say that I made this blog so I could keep track over my exciting adventures during my college experience, but there hasn't been any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to my first Boston Celtics games! They played the Houston Rockets. Celtics won, by a point. Pretty crazy game for pre-season. Almost 2 fights almost happened. Our seats kinda sucked, nose-bleed and the speakers were right next to us, so I got a headache. Final 90-89!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Saturday is going to be kick ass! HOCKEY SEASON STARTS!!!! OMG I CAN'T WAIT!! I GET TO SEE SOME OF MY BOYS AGAIN!!! THE ONES WHO DECIDED TO COME BACK TO ME!! BUT THERE IS A LOT OF NEWBIES!! I leave another blog after Saturday telling y'all how cute they are and how well they played. THEY BETTER WIN IF THEY KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! btw, for those who don't know. I did not have a good Nick Jonas Birthday day. IT FUCKING SUCKED!!! WORST MOFO DAY EVER! SORRY NICK BUT YOUR 16TH BIRTHDAY SUCKED FOR ME!!! What I'm talking about is that my 5 year old cousin died! How could God take someone who is soooo young AWAY?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI that's a healing process for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll talk to you later. It's not like anyone reads this anyway. I only have one follower! =[ Thanks Christine for reading this if you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE, LOVE AND JONAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-3175790283048925730?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/3175790283048925730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=3175790283048925730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3175790283048925730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/3175790283048925730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532878934913997884.post-1713233858136078132</id><published>2008-08-26T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:16:49.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordin Sparks and Jesse McCartney</title><content type='html'>Omg, my mom got my sister &amp; i tickets to go see Jesse McCartney &amp; Jordin Sparks for my sis' bday!&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, JESSE LOOKED SO DAMN GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SMcDKGQ2YtI/AAAAAAAAADE/UOiYAsbk7yo/s1600-h/29kvs3p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SMcDKGQ2YtI/AAAAAAAAADE/UOiYAsbk7yo/s320/29kvs3p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244163763111092946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jordin looked sooo pretty &amp; sounded so amazing! She's is sooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SMcDgRo6kwI/AAAAAAAAADM/umhR3_gz0kE/s1600-h/2i70jna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SMcDgRo6kwI/AAAAAAAAADM/umhR3_gz0kE/s320/2i70jna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244164144121942786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a group before Jordin, Prima J. Love those 2 chicas! They have wicked good music!&lt;br /&gt;Go check them out!!!! PRIMA J!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, love, and jonas.&lt;br /&gt;emily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532878934913997884-1713233858136078132?l=emilyjonas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/feeds/1713233858136078132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532878934913997884&amp;postID=1713233858136078132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1713233858136078132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532878934913997884/posts/default/1713233858136078132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyjonas.blogspot.com/2008/08/jordin-sparks-and-jesse-mccartney_26.html' title='Jordin Sparks and Jesse McCartney'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10670285507996175140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SZS7TvxTTPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MhjnqGxGGkA/S220/l_b855b7e00ec241ac8f82289e0b3e31e1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AmTng88hh8g/SMcDKGQ2YtI/AAAAAAAAADE/UOiYAsbk7yo/s72-c/29kvs3p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
