<?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-4496066699975708798</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:09:34.475-08:00</updated><category term='New Jersey Shore'/><category term='Grinchmas Universal Studios Hollywood'/><category term='Shore'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='New Jersey'/><category term='food'/><category term='flights'/><category term='Los Angeles'/><category term='Boardwalk'/><category term='Flying'/><category term='imagination creative children'/><category term='love'/><category term='Lunch'/><category term='Universal Studios Hollywood'/><category term='Eating Out'/><category term='Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights'/><category term='US Airways'/><title type='text'>Life in Los Angeles</title><subtitle type='html'>I live a random, fun, exciting, Hollywood-ish, escentric life style for a young adult in Los Angeles. Some things even shock me.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-6812707016196324362</id><published>2012-01-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:21:57.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Us - Glee Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;This April will mark 18 years since my mom passed away. I've been really sad lately and I am very confident that this is the reason. Growing up without a mom is hard, but growing up with everyone telling you that you are a spitting image of her...even harder. I love my family, please do not get me wrong but my mom was taken from me. They got to know her for all her life some of them. I get to live off of pictures, and journals. I have been told that I look exactly like her, that I sound like her that I remind you of her, but my question to the world is... How is that suposed to make ME feel better? I get to sit here and miss someone I never knew, someone I will never know. You can say that she is in my heart, that she is watching down on me, that her memory lives on within me. Explain to me how a memory of a person I NEVER KNEW can live on within me. Explain to me how I can cry night after night over a person I DON"T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say except that I cannot keep going on living like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQXiT7EnMnM&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQXiT7EnMnM&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-6812707016196324362?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/6812707016196324362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=6812707016196324362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/6812707016196324362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/6812707016196324362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-us-glee-version.html' title='One of Us - Glee Version'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-2263548519653378198</id><published>2011-11-23T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T19:32:43.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ever Happened to Saturday Night? - The Rocky Horror Picture Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am getting WAY better at this. It has only been two weeks since my last post. That is definitely a step up. Be proud be very proud. Lets evaluate shall we? I can't really complain too much actually. There might be a guy who has caught my eye...okay..well..he definitely caught my eye. Apparently I am very near in his eyesight as well. I do not want to talk too much about it because I would rather not jinx this one. He has a car and a job though so we are on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I should probably go on about the things I am thankful for. This time of the year most people write about how thankful they are for their family. Maybe this makes me a terrible person, but this year I am MOST thankful for my friends. They have been there for me this year like no one could ever even dream of wishing for. I am truly blessed to have the friends I do. They seriously are the most supportive group of people ever. I do not think anyone is as lucky as I am. If you are taking the time to read this right now then you are more than likely one of the people I consider to be part of the category I am praising right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Been thinking about my mom more then usual. I had an emotional melt down on set last week. (Which might I add is pretty much the LAST place you want to be seen bawling your eyes out.) The call started out with 50 people and half way through the day they asked who wanted to stay and who wanted to go. The AD cut 35 extras and kept 15 of us. It was when our group got to 15 that we all moved our chairs together and sat in a circle. Everything was fine until people started sharing stories from their childhoods, most of them girls, most of them about shopping and going to see plays and all the different things their moms have done for them. A part of me is mad at myself for feeling the way I did because I have experienced most of those things with Marlene. I think it was jealousy that got the better of me. Me being jealous of the relationships, the bonds that they have with their mothers. Now it might be mostly my own fault that I do not have that kind of bond or loving friendship with Marlene. I don't hate her. I am thrilled that my father has found someone that makes him happy. Someone that he wants to spend his life with. He is a good man and deserves to have someone in his life. At this point in my life, I simply want him to be happy and feel love. Love is such a powerful emotion. Love is power itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to end on that note today. Everyone deserves to have love in their life. People make mistakes, they make the wrong decisions, say the wrong things, take the wrong turns in life, but eventually we get back on the path we were and are destined to take. Don't be afraid to open your heart because the love that comes to you can drive you to be the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-2263548519653378198?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/2263548519653378198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=2263548519653378198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2263548519653378198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2263548519653378198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-ever-happened-to-saturday-night.html' title='What Ever Happened to Saturday Night? - The Rocky Horror Picture Show'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-5836237628702380850</id><published>2011-11-09T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:13:21.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Can't Be Moved - Straight No Chaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;It's been a while again. Got distracted. You can blame Halloween Horror Nights. Hope everyone had a happy Halloween. I am a little sad tonight. I am sitting in my dining room messing around on my laptop with my headphones in while listening to Pandora when my dad walks in the room with a very stern and maybe even disgusted look on his face. I take out one of my earphones and he looks at me and just says "don't." I look at him and ask "don't what?" His reply is "don't sing." Now I will admit that I am no where near talented when it comes to singing and any of my friends can tell you that but I was merely singing along to the song "Belle" from the musical &lt;i&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am overreacting to his comment but it hit really close to my heart and made me feel a little hurt, I mean was it really necessary to make the comment? Just close the door. I think right now, I might just possibly be an emotional wreck. Been crying a lot lately. I am going to blame my mom for this round of tears. She has been on my mind a lot recently. I am so over crying over her. I know that sounds awful but COME ON....how many nights do I need to cry myself to sleep over a woman I never knew? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Anyways NEWS!!!!!!!!!!! I have a twin! I know?!? Crazy right!?!? Her name is Ally. We are the same person. Ya'll are just going to have to deal with it. There is not much to say except I love her and that is the end of it. Hope everyone has a fantastic week. Leave me some comments yeah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-5836237628702380850?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/5836237628702380850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=5836237628702380850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5836237628702380850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5836237628702380850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/11/man-who-cant-be-moved-straight-no.html' title='The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved - Straight No Chaser'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-7930393671304208209</id><published>2011-10-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:33:36.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Man - Billy Joel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I have been thinking about my mom a lot lately. Not really too sure why though. Her birthday is in November and the anniversary of her death is in March, so monumental dates is not really an option. I guess there are just a lot of things that I wish I could talk to her about. There are always those people that say you can talk them or if you ever need someone to call them but come on, lets be real shall we? None of us ever actually call that person. You appreciate the thought but accept the fact that the one who you want to talk to you can't. For me that person is pretty much my mothers side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Now please do not get me wrong. I love my family and what I am about to say is going to make me sound like a brat but I do not want to hear about my dead mother from the sister and brother and parents that got to know her. I understand that they lost her as well and yes it was probably worse for them because they had actually had a relationship with her but I was 15 months old when my mother died from Leukemia and honestly I do not want to hear about the fun times you had together. That is not going to make me feel any better. I probably sound pretty awful huh? Maybe I take after my dad too much. We didn't really talk about my mom growing up. He would answer questions if I asked them but it would a short a quick conversation. I simply grew accustomed to it. Feels like I am rambling. Let us go on to another topic shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I would like to write a little bit about a really close friend of mine. Justine "Liza" Valdez. She is pretty much the best person ever. We met, oh, 6 years ago five or take a few months, yeah, that sounds about right. Over the past six years we have become super close. To the point of calling each other sisters. I love this girl with every fiber in my body. Seriously one of the strongest people I know. She has been there for me in very dark times and there are not enough thank yous in the world to cover what she has done for me. Hardcore the big sister I never had. Guess I just wanted to say I love you girly girl and you hold such a huge portion of my heart. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Friends really are the best people in the world. I am overwhelmed by the amount of amazing friends I have in my life. People that have stuck by me through the dark times &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; sunny days. There are too many to list but they know who they are. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsrmN77_p_s/Toqoc9m_S-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iVbDr9T-MVY/s320/me%2Band%2Bjustine%2Buniform..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659521097272347618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Oh, hey look, it's official. We work together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8I-PjghCVmo/ToqoC_6naOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5MqDD094bhQ/s320/me%2Band%2Bjustine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659520651214940386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&amp;lt;3 love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-7930393671304208209?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/7930393671304208209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=7930393671304208209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7930393671304208209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7930393671304208209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/10/piano-man-billy-joel.html' title='Piano Man - Billy Joel'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsrmN77_p_s/Toqoc9m_S-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/iVbDr9T-MVY/s72-c/me%2Band%2Bjustine%2Buniform..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-7644053449245537612</id><published>2011-10-03T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:54:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets - OneRepublic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've realized something. Writing a blog in my own home, does not work out so well for me. I say this as I sit on my living room floor writing this. So I guess I am contradicting myself. Who knows. I just get so damn distracted. Oh well. We will have to see how this turns out. Obviously if it is more then a paragraph then I might have finally accomplished something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tomorrow I start take taking classes at Cardio Barre Studio City. I am super nervous. My friend Tiffany wants me to take the advanced class with her but that might literally kill me. She kicks butt in general and is in waaaaaaaay better shape then myself. So here is the plan and I encourage you ALL to join me so that I do not feel so insanely stupid in there by myself. Going to take 2-5 of the beginner classes and then try and advanced and see how I do. If I can't keep up then I will switch back to the beginner class. Keep your fingers crossed for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;a href="http://livingsocial.com/deals/108591-ten-cardio-barre-classes?msdc_id=86"&gt;http://livingsocial.com/deals/108591-ten-cardio-barre-classes?msdc_id=86&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;-- the link. use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Halloween Horror Nights has been super fun. Making a lot of friends (no surprise there) but sadly I sprained my wrist this past Friday. It blows but thankfully there are a lot of positions within my job. I am still LOVING it though. Major props to Mr. John Murdy, in my personal opinion, this year is the best next to 2008. And the cast of Bill and Ted. Lets just say Alicia is a happy camper. Is that creepy? I hope that is not creepy. You guys rocked it. Katy Durham's choreography is way intense this year and all of the actors/dancers are doing an amazing job at performing it. Ya'll should keep us Theatre junkies proud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is all I have got for ya'll tonight. Going to try and get back into the once a day status. Thanks for reading. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR7zl7tNmd8/TomBUPMm8zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5PiWI1rE08c/s320/jetsie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659196591444521778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh yeah, we're fostering a dog. My father finally has a friend. World meet Jetsie Rose &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-7644053449245537612?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/7644053449245537612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=7644053449245537612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7644053449245537612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7644053449245537612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/10/secrets-onerepublic.html' title='Secrets - OneRepublic'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UR7zl7tNmd8/TomBUPMm8zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5PiWI1rE08c/s72-c/jetsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-8547199040005674053</id><published>2011-09-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:37:34.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig A Little Deeper - The Princess and the Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it possible to be in an awesome yet sad mood? That's the funk I happen to be in at the moment. For the record,&lt;br /&gt; I don't remember who FOX is. Oops. I met a new guy, well I met him months ago but we recently started talking. He's sweet. Really sweet. Maybe that is just what I need in my life right now. I feel like I am super Boy Crazy and really, i'm not. Out of all my friends I am the single one. I almost like it this way. I'm not tied down, does that sound terrible? I guess it does. Oh well. Anyway the only problem I have with this new guy is that there is a possibility that we could work together and I am no so sure how comfortable I am with dating in the work place. Last time I did that, I ended up engaged. Guess it's just something I am just going to have to figure out huh? I'll keep you posted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was Employee Preview night for Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios Hollywood. I can't say much since technically it hasn't been opened to the public but come Friday I will give ya'll the dirty details. You have a lot to look forward to this year. I will tell you that. Bill and Ted was not as memorable as past years but of course it still kicked major ass. My girl Tiffany did a BRILLIANT job. Not that we really expected anything less from her. You killed it girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at Universal on Sunday. Was so much fun. Cannot wait to work this coming weekend. If you happen to visit us at Halloween Horror Nights this year make sure to stop by Terror Tram! Trust me, you will not want to miss it anyways. If not, just to get an awesomely amazingly spectacular hug from yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloweentime everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btNBnQ8faXU/Tnq7Z3LUcSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yq1OxXZ1IL4/s320/me%2Bglee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655038335099629858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did I mention I did background on Glee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-8547199040005674053?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/8547199040005674053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=8547199040005674053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8547199040005674053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8547199040005674053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/09/dig-little-deeper-princess-and-frog.html' title='Dig A Little Deeper - The Princess and the Frog'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btNBnQ8faXU/Tnq7Z3LUcSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yq1OxXZ1IL4/s72-c/me%2Bglee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-3383639800520111863</id><published>2011-08-30T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:39:49.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Like We're Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Oh lordy. I know it's been quite a while since my last post. Life just has been so crazy. So many new friends reconnecting with old friends and our favorite BOYS...well we should really say men shouldn't we? 2011 really has been quite the interesting year. My high school crush and I finally admitted that we are basically in love with one another. Crazy how that works huh? Too bad he's 300 miles away. It's not our time I guess. I've done some pretty messed up things this year as well but come one, we all have to experience the good the bad AND the ugly. It is a part of life isn't it? My best friend Rachel D. got engaged to her high school sweetheart a few days ago. I could not be happier for her. It's going to be a beautiful marriage. Speaking of marriage...some&lt;br /&gt; people...they really shouldn't be married. I almost feel bad for a couple of guys that I know. They love their wives but they aren't IN love with them. It's not a bad thing. But come on, get a divorce. Just do it. I understand that sometimes kids are involved but is it really worth living a life you are not happy with? You're kids will understand one day. I promise. Anyways, that is depressing stuff. Let us get on to the good stuff shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I was hired by Universal Studios Hollywood as a Studio Tour Assistant. Not exactly my dream job but i'm stoked none the less. I'm excited to be getting my foot in the door at this fantastic place and to start climbing the ladder. It should be a lot of fun. I am super excited. I finally get to work with all the people that have almost watched me grow up. That's a little strange but awesome all at the same time. I will keep ya'll updated on how that is working out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I'm going to end this post with something I know you all are wondering about...who is the man of the moment in Alicia's life?? Well we have a few men to talk about first being Turtle...i'm done with him. He has turned into a cocky asshole pardon my language. One day he is telling me that he appreciates everything I have done for him and going to visit him and then he doesn't have the balls to stand up to his girlfriend and explain that we're just friends. That is so messed up I cannot even handle it. So if I run into i'll be respectful  but i'm done. Next man up I don't quite have a name for yet. But it's so complicated I do not even know where to begin. There is a very BIG factor that is keeping me from pursuing him...that sounds whore-ish doesn't it? Once I figure out a name for him we'll talk about him. Oh...wait...FOX...that's his name. Fox. Yup. I like it. I'll save his story for next time though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I guess we'll leave it at that for now. I hope ya'll have been well. Please leave me some comments ask me some questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khEkwndUbiQ/TlyhZtiNmgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zI27SVYsIA4/s320/DSCN0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646565495907654146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-3383639800520111863?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/3383639800520111863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=3383639800520111863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3383639800520111863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3383639800520111863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-like-were-dying.html' title='Life Like We&apos;re Dying'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khEkwndUbiQ/TlyhZtiNmgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zI27SVYsIA4/s72-c/DSCN0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-8722577179975960262</id><published>2011-01-20T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:54:27.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Happy Choices</title><content type='html'>I would like to start off with HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I know i'm oh, twenty days late but better late then never right? 2011 has been pretty amazing so far. A lot of opportunities have opened up and i'm loving every moment of it. I have already made some new incredible friends as well. I believe that 2011 is the year that we all start making the right decisions and going forward on our paths. Just wanted to drop a couple lines and say hi to my very few readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-8722577179975960262?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/8722577179975960262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=8722577179975960262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8722577179975960262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8722577179975960262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-happy-choices.html' title='Happy New Year Happy Choices'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-5260295450464871377</id><published>2010-12-13T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:33:52.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Studios Hollywood'/><title type='text'>A Paper and a Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was originally a paper for my Psychology class but I thought that I would share it with everyone. In the paper we had to describe people, events, and circumstances that have shaped us to become who we are. The part that I have included here is about Universal and how much it has impacted my life. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Living in Los Angeles almost everyone has "The Story". "The Story" is when they met Bradley Cooper or saw Tom Cruise driving down Wilshire Blvd. My story is how I grew up in a world famous theme park. Since 2003 Universal Studios Hollywood has been my second home. Growing up my former best friend's dad was a driver for the studios. My friend and I would get picked up from school and then taken to Universal and told to stay in the park until he called us with a meeting spot. Now you could imagine, two pre-teen girls running around a theme park, it was incredible. After a while people started to recognize the two of us, asking if we were the same girls that were just there a day ago. We would respond yes and then giggle but the truth is, after a few months those people, these actors, became our friends and then they became our family. I am the friendly, outgoing, not shy person that I am because of Universal Studios. Being in such a friendly atmosphere introduced me to a world of mature, friendly adults and young adults who were and are my mentors and my guidance to "the real world". Some of the people I have met during my adventures at Universal are people whom I now consider my family. They have been with me through happy and sad times. They have helped me through deaths and watched me graduate High School. Universal taught me about a sense of family and trust and love within people who originally, I might have never even talked to or had nothing in common with. Universal will always hold a very special dear place in my heart for all that it has done for me. Not to mention all the hot guys it had introduced me to. In all seriousness though, my best friend whom I mentioned earlier in the paper, I met her at Universal and now we have a friendship, a connection, a love, a bond that no person or event could ever break. I would like to say thank you to Universal Studios."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That was just one section of the paper I wrote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-5260295450464871377?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/5260295450464871377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=5260295450464871377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5260295450464871377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5260295450464871377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2010/12/paper-and-heart.html' title='A Paper and a Heart'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-4284001536310735737</id><published>2010-12-08T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:12:25.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been thinking about my mom a lot lately. Probably has something to do with this big birthday I have coming up. I wonder if I ever will get over her death. I mean when you think about it, it's not like I knew her, how could I be so devastated? I have come to the realization that it's not her I miss, how could I ? I miss he thought of her. People talk about her around me and I just sit there thinking, I don't really want to hear this. I guess I inherited that from my father. He never talks about her. I think I like it that way though, I don't want to live any more of a Lifetime movie then I already am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On to the good stuff. Boys. Ever wish we could simply go back to first grade when boys had cooties and we did not worry about relationships or sex or love? The only love we were concerned with was that of Mr.Cuddles (the teddy bear). Then you grow up and love becomes so much more complicated. It is no longer unconditional, cooties are real and deadly, and you learn to the fullest where babies really do come from. I have one guy that wants nothing but sex, another who wants a full blown relationship, a man who confesses his love for me but is engaged to another and a young man who just doesn't know what he wants. Welcome to my life. I think I might boycott men for a while. I don't mean just give them up but shut my self off from relationships or even the thought of one. It is simply unnecessary at this point in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this one was a little random. Needed to say some of that stuff though. I hope that everyone is having a safe and happy holidays. 2010 really has been quite an interesting year. Lots of stuff has happened and not happened. Some for the better and some for the worse...but that's life. Almost my birthday. TOTALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT. You have no idea. It's going to be INCREDIBLE. Hope you all are doing fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-4284001536310735737?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/4284001536310735737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=4284001536310735737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4284001536310735737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4284001536310735737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-let-me-fall.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Me Fall'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-2750400788497155775</id><published>2010-08-23T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:39:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today just sucked. Simply sucked. What's that quote about how you can't choose your family that's why God created friends? Well that is exactly how I feel today. I made plans to go out with my cousin and because of other family our plans got all messed up. I feel so disappointed. I feel like somehow it's my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, I sent my really good friend a birthday present this week. Now I know what you all are thinking, wow, a birthday present, big deal, but my friend Erin is currently in Singapore right now working at Universal Studios Singapore. I thought it would be nice for her to receive something from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been house sitting for one of the families I normally babysit for. I have actually really enjoyed it. I like living by myself. At first I was a little freaked out because normally I do not like sleeping in a house or an apartment by myself, but then after the first night I realized I really enjoyed it. Too bad they come home on Saturday, ha. Started my first day of College today at Los Angeles City College over on Vermont and Santa Monica Blvd. It was pretty cool. My professors seem okay for right now. I have  not had all my classes yet though. Only two out of the four. I will let ya'll know how it goes after my first full week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-2750400788497155775?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/2750400788497155775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=2750400788497155775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2750400788497155775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2750400788497155775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-4708399344588674694</id><published>2010-07-01T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:18:55.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be?</title><content type='html'>I recently got back in touch with an old friend from middle school. When I say friend, well old boyfriend. But come on now, boyfriends in Junior High School? Do they even count? Anyways we have been talking almost everyday and are planning on getting together to hang out and catch up when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you realize how important friends are. We were talking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about things that happened while we were in school. I realized that every memory I had of him we all good. I could not remember one bad thing. It made me wonder why we ever fell out of contact in the first place? I am so happy that we are now back in touch. I can't wait to hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggest that you go call that one person, the friend that you always think about but haven't talked to in forever! Go, now, do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-4708399344588674694?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/4708399344588674694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=4708399344588674694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4708399344588674694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4708399344588674694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-be.html' title='Could be?'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-709789385793028801</id><published>2010-06-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:07:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning To My Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwhiD00Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2tyTsHwxT4M/s1600/vickie+david+and+alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwhiD00Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2tyTsHwxT4M/s320/vickie+david+and+alicia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488798914883896290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in Margate, New Jersey. Where I am from originally. I know I know, most people who meet me think, "Wow, she was born to be a California Girl". Sorry to disappoint, but I was born in South Jersey. Back in May when I found out I was going to get to go home for a little bit I was so excited. It meant that I would get to see family and friends that I haven't seen in years. That excitement was with me all through graduation, the parties, even the awful drive to LAX. It was when I finally sat down in my seat that I realized how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt; I actually was to be going home. I started thinking about how the place I was going, was the last place my mother ever was. For those of you don't know, my mom died when I was 15 months old. So roughly April of 1994.  I never really knew her.  I have been enjoying myself while home. It has been fantastic to see all these people who I have lost touch with. I just cannot help the part of me that wants to scream at all of these people who got to spend so much time with my mother. In my mind and in my heart, it is not fair. What did they do right and I do wrong that I didn't get to know her?&lt;br /&gt;My mom and me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwg-6p-GrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cT1xOoU2zNQ/s1600/vickie+and+alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwg-6p-GrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cT1xOoU2zNQ/s320/vickie+and+alicia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488798311127063218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny really because while being in New Jersey I have become homesick. Meaning I miss Los Angeles. Maybe I just miss my routines with my friends, or maybe I just miss my dad. My father has become my life over the past years. Between his health issues and everything else that this world has been throwing at us, I have really opened my eyes to how important family is. I love my dad. When you get a chance, go give yours a hug or call him. Let him know you were thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwiCAEg1fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MgOR6EtMDrw/s1600/dad+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwiCAEg1fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MgOR6EtMDrw/s320/dad+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488799463631803890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I at my graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-709789385793028801?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/709789385793028801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=709789385793028801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/709789385793028801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/709789385793028801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2010/06/returning-to-my-roots.html' title='Returning To My Roots'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/TCwhiD00Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/2tyTsHwxT4M/s72-c/vickie+david+and+alicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-5810487814082966821</id><published>2010-03-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:08:07.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are someone who knows me personally, then you probably know exactly who this is about. Otherwise, everyone has felt like this at least once in their life. I fell in love, in love with someone who was off limits, someone who I could not have. I spent years twisting words, making comments mean more then they did, seeing expressions as something more, basically lying to myself. It never did any good. It never was going to. I knew that, deep down. I put out the effort, kept in contact, always supported them. They were grateful, do not get the wrong impression of them please. They were never anything but amazing. I supported them and they supported me, there were just too many differences. I am not mad, a little sad yes, a little heart broken sure, but never angry. I would not be there person I am today without said person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To say that I have moved on, well that would be a bit of lie. I still love them, I probably always will, but I have come to realize that I simply cannot be &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; love with them anymore. Love is such a strong emotion and something that I believe in and the thing that I need to keep in mind is that I cannot let love take over my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I watched two a my friends, a couple, break up. Two people who were so great with each other and it made me see how difficult relationships really are. After Chase died, I never really wanted to consider a relationship again. Many people know my lifestyle, my aspect on love, sex, life. Now I might have met someone who is changing that for me. It is way too early to even determine that, but I have this gut feeling. The type of gut feeling that you just want to trust and invest in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What will be different this time is that I will not let myself get hurt. I simply cannot allow it. The person who this is dedicated to knows who he is, not that he will ever admit, nor will I. Hopefully our friendship will last forever. &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/4496066699975708798-5810487814082966821?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/5810487814082966821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=5810487814082966821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5810487814082966821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5810487814082966821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2010/03/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-2877496267245227345</id><published>2009-07-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:07:02.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while. I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know it's been a pretty long time since I have updated. I know. It's sad. I'm sorry. I haven't had time. A lot has happened. It's hard to explain so I probably won't. I just realized who my friends are. My family is INSANE. No joke. I mean holy hell, we have issues. I mean I still love them. I love my friends though. They are amazing. It's almost Halloween Horror Nights! YAY. Anyways. I'll try and start updating this more often soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;xoox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alicia Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-2877496267245227345?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/2877496267245227345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=2877496267245227345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2877496267245227345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2877496267245227345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-while-i-know.html' title='It&apos;s been a while. I know.'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-3309902716629705284</id><published>2009-04-22T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:23:05.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Being In Love and Not Being Able To Do Anything About It..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So my title says it pretty much. I have recently realized that I am in love, and I mean deeply and completely in love with someone who I'm pretty sure I cannot have. Of course. What else is new? They are just such an amazing person. It's crazy. So not fair. I know I know life isn't fair. I hear that on like what a daily basis? But still. Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel. As if I didn't have any emotions. That would be nice every once in a while. Like go a week with no emotion. I wonder how that would go down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-3309902716629705284?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/3309902716629705284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=3309902716629705284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3309902716629705284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3309902716629705284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-in-love-and-not-being-able-to-do.html' title='Being In Love and Not Being Able To Do Anything About It..'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-7766777689047822907</id><published>2009-03-23T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:46:23.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into Place...Sort Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So my life is finally taking THE RIGHT TURN for once. I feel like things are finally starting to work out the way I want them too. My grades are up, I am a lot happier and cheerful, most of the time anyway. Recently I was offered a job, more like my dream job-ish. I can't really talk about it because a lot of it "doesn't exist" yet. But if this works out then I qualify for the Internships at the local agencies which means I am basically guarenteed a job. I'll keep everyone updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-7766777689047822907?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/7766777689047822907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=7766777689047822907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7766777689047822907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7766777689047822907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-into-placesort-of.html' title='Falling Into Place...Sort Of'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-5725962115912734957</id><published>2009-03-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:14:17.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinchmas Universal Studios Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Grinchmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="395" height="306" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dbaef5ebe7610be9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbaef5ebe7610be9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C80C2EC67F8FFC3185B0A6E66E02FB531CE08E8.A067A807340C9854EAECD423DFE790E22902930%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbaef5ebe7610be9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZzDEHKTLJWiB_z1JGI3z0Fvr2JQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="395" height="306" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbaef5ebe7610be9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329930817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C80C2EC67F8FFC3185B0A6E66E02FB531CE08E8.A067A807340C9854EAECD423DFE790E22902930%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbaef5ebe7610be9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZzDEHKTLJWiB_z1JGI3z0Fvr2JQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the slideshow movie that I made for all the Whos who were up by the snow zone greeting park guests.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-5725962115912734957?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/5725962115912734957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=5725962115912734957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5725962115912734957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5725962115912734957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/03/grinchmas-2008.html' title='Grinchmas 2008'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-4396145308239919852</id><published>2009-02-11T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:25:27.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been a little bit since I have written an honest to God blog entry so here we go. First of all I CANNOT believe it's already the middle of February! When did that happen? I mean seriously, it feels like my birthday was yesterday! CREEPY!! I want to rewind back to the middle of December and just pause and stay. December was so much fun. I made so many new friends. Anyway I have already talked about December. So this Saturday is Valentine's Day. I still want to see Prince Caspian! Either that or The Secret Life of Bee's. I can make pasta and bake cookies or something. Home baked cookies actually sound really good right now. Hmmm Then the house would smell good. Okay i have decided that either way i am baking cookies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be Back Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-4396145308239919852?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/4396145308239919852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=4396145308239919852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4396145308239919852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4396145308239919852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While..'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-4494699196524066261</id><published>2009-01-29T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:57:14.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Lessons In History....Wait...What?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah. My title says it all. It's January 29th and we just had a Native American "rain" dance lesson. We were doing Western presentations so the group the had Native Americans as their theme decided to teach us all to dance. You know, as much as I hate my school, you have to love it. There are so many things that I wouldn't be able to do at at "normal" school. So the past few weeks have been a little crazy. Just been hanging out with friends. Been talking to this one guy from the band Phat Cat Swinger. He's cute, and really funny. He lives really far away though so I can't really see much happening there. BUT there is this other guy that I have been talking to a lot lately. Now him, I could definately see something becoming of. He is really cute, in school, and works! It's like the best combination ever. He is so sweet too! =) So I guess we wait to see what happens. The suspense is killing me hehe. After recent events I am taking things pretty slow. Or trying to at least. Rachel and I haven't been talking a lot recently. I'm not really sure why?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I guess some things just come and go. It's like THE CIRCLE OF LIFE! Wow, The Lion King, I haven't watched that in forever. I am totally going to watch that this weekend, oh I want to watch Hercules too! That's going to be funny. I was going to make cookies but I don't know if I feel like baking them. It might be worth it though. Plus there is nothing beter then home baked cookies! The chocolate all gooey. Okay this is making me hungry!! Thank God the week is almost over! I just want Finals to be over...then I will literally be the happiest person ever! So who all is excited for the Superbowl?? Okay, I normally hate spors but I am actually looking forward to it. I blame Brian and just about every other guy I know for getting me addicted! All their faults! You know what I am excited for? HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE comes out this summer!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-4494699196524066261?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/4494699196524066261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=4494699196524066261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4494699196524066261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4494699196524066261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/01/dance-lessons-in-historywaitwhat.html' title='Dance Lessons In History....Wait...What?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-2922321990249630830</id><published>2009-01-21T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:45:06.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday @ Karl Strauss</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513824979172&amp;amp;site=widget-e4.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513824979172&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p1/3458764513824979172/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513824979172&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p2/3458764513824979172/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=3458764513824979172&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/m/3458764513824979172/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513824979172&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e4.slide.com/p4/3458764513824979172/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-2922321990249630830?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/2922321990249630830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=2922321990249630830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2922321990249630830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2922321990249630830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday-karl-strauss.html' title='My Birthday @ Karl Strauss'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-5863937095165189694</id><published>2008-12-15T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:40:57.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know I know. It’s been FOREVER since the last blog. But well, I’ve been really busy. As you all know, closing night of HHN I met Rachel. She now happens to be my best friend. I know it’s crazy! But seriously people…we haven’t gone a day since November 1 with out talking to each other. It’s crazy. But it’s love. Instant friendship. So November…wow. I don’t even know where to begin…it was a long but amazing month. Hung out with Vegas 2…Freak Show…Rachel…Alicia. Saw Twilight…lived through an earthquake, which freaked the living hell out of me just so you know. I slept in a car over night almost got arrested/given a ticket…it was just CRAZY!! I didn’t even go back to Universal until Thanksgiving when I had to work. I worked the day after too. That was fun though. I missed Aidan. He is so much fun. I got to see a bunch of Universal people that I haven’t seen since like FOREVER because for all of October I hadn’t been at Universal during the day to see any of them. That was nice. Now in December, Grinchmas has started over at Universal. It’s so cute. And I mean, seriously, Vegas 2 with that Who nose on…I will be honest. I almost fell off the tram. I was laughing my ass off. I wouldn’t be surprised if I actually lost weight from laughing so hard. It was hysterical! I would say that he was the sexiest Who that I have ever known, but I would be wrong. There is this new guy, Poppin’ Who…that man is sexy. OMFG. Like seriously and he is so much fun. The first day we met him he invited us to his “house-warming” party. Too bad we couldn’t go. I would have loved to. =( But I’m sure I’m going to see him again and we’ll see, maybe he will be having some other parties or something. Who knows. So Freak Show is playing the Grinch and a bunch of other Bill and Ted people are all over Universal right now. It’s so funny. Especially to see them all with the Who noses, they are so cute. So anyway continuing on, December should be a fun month. My birthday is coming up on December 30. It is going to be such an intense day. Early in the morning I am getting my braces taken off then I am going over to Universal Studios to chill with my friends there then I am going to Jillians to have a little party with a few friends then back into Universal and then dinner at Karl Strauss for all of my other friends. It should be an interesting day. I’ll be back soon with more details and pictures about/from everything…Oh as a last note..you can't foget the swing dancing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Ruby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaHO_vUqbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G8roiR950zY/s1600-h/me8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280056304836323762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaHO_vUqbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G8roiR950zY/s320/me8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me +Rachel + Grinchmas = Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaHpKZjqTI/AAAAAAAAACY/jct7Vny-_Q8/s1600-h/me6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280056754374420786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaHpKZjqTI/AAAAAAAAACY/jct7Vny-_Q8/s320/me6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aidan and Me @ Waterworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaICL9HngI/AAAAAAAAACg/GBNTtyIDxt8/s1600-h/eleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057184288742914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaICL9HngI/AAAAAAAAACg/GBNTtyIDxt8/s320/eleven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I took Aidan captive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaIWZj9ifI/AAAAAAAAACo/QP978fMlqqk/s1600-h/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057531538704882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaIWZj9ifI/AAAAAAAAACo/QP978fMlqqk/s320/two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rachel and I taking a break from dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-5863937095165189694?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/5863937095165189694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=5863937095165189694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5863937095165189694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5863937095165189694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SUaHO_vUqbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G8roiR950zY/s72-c/me8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-4244537652764934229</id><published>2008-12-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:07:01.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay so it has taken me forever to get back on here...but I am back and that is what counts right? The thing is, I have this totally awesome blog for you guys...I got bored today and wrote it. It's about a page long BUT I saved it to my computer at school. So I will have to wait until Monday to post it up. SORRY!!! It is going to be good though, I can promise you that. You will definately laugh. It's pretty long becaue there are about four different stories that I wanted to share with everyone. I am sure that you all will enjoy it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Until then: California is actually getting cold. I know it's a total and complete shocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                    I mysteriously lost weight, or so people tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                    and last but no where near least: I just can not seem to get away from Bill and Ted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-4244537652764934229?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/4244537652764934229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=4244537652764934229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4244537652764934229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4244537652764934229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-245817304798812631</id><published>2008-11-04T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:29:56.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights'/><title type='text'>October.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wow. I can't even begin to explain how amazing this past month has been. I had a feeling that Halloween Horror Nights would be way different then it had ever been before but I wasn't expecting this. My relationships with so many people has grown so much over the past month. I made so many new friends. People that I am truley honored to have in my life. There have been some weak moments when things didn't go as planned but there was always something else to make up for it. I laughed, I cried, I screamed out with joy. Of course being me I flirted like I have never flirted before. Scored some phone numbers. But it's the friendships that really matter. People ask me all the time what it is about Universal that makes me want to keep going back and before this month I honestly never knew the answer. But recently I figured it out. It's the people. The way that they have become my family. There are people that I have met there that would come pick me up in the middle of nowhere if I was stuck there. You don't find that kind of friendship everyday. I am so glad that I got to experience this month the way that I did. I really want to thank the cast of Bill and Teds'. HHN would not have been the same without you guys. I love you guys forever! Rachel, what the fuck can I say? I met you in line and now we're as close as best friends. How often does that happen? Brian, you already know I love you. I don't need to state the obvious (even though I just did) Jason L. , you are so much fun and I love talking to you. And last but no where near least, Jason Ramsburg, for choreographing an amazing show! You are an amazing person. I love you and hope to see you soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until next year!&lt;br /&gt;Lots and Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-245817304798812631?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/245817304798812631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=245817304798812631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/245817304798812631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/245817304798812631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/11/october.html' title='October.....'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-991960204323143101</id><published>2008-10-16T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:16:50.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights'/><title type='text'>Update and Halloween Horror Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So, I know i haven't been on for a while so I'm posting an update about everything that is going on...first and most important HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!!! I was sooo happy. It started on October 3rd and I have been every night since. It is so awesome. Bill and Teds was AMAZING, SPECTACULAR, THRILLING, EXCITING, LOUD....the list goes on and on. Honestly you people need to get your butts to HHN. Closing night is November 1st. So hurry up. Anyways back to life, school is boring as ever. No surprise there. Jared can only keep us entertained for so long. My social life has really only consisted of HHN for the past few weeks. Between that and my Saturday math class (for extra credit) I have no life. I took over 700 pics of Bill and Teds though so go check them out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/aliciarubyphotography"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;www.myspace.com/aliciarubyphotography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hope all is well with everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SPe9OW_5wBI/AAAAAAAAABw/RoDKDJ0A6hw/s1600-h/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257879144367767570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SPe9OW_5wBI/AAAAAAAAABw/RoDKDJ0A6hw/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SPe84A1vL9I/AAAAAAAAABo/qRe8vtN4XD8/s1600-h/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257878760462430162" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SPe84A1vL9I/AAAAAAAAABo/qRe8vtN4XD8/s200/IMG_0423.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-991960204323143101?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/991960204323143101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=991960204323143101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/991960204323143101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/991960204323143101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-and-halloween-horror-nights.html' title='Update and Halloween Horror Nights'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SPe9OW_5wBI/AAAAAAAAABw/RoDKDJ0A6hw/s72-c/IMG_0425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-2776060764707948478</id><published>2008-10-02T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:28:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Treasure Come To Life?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wow, where to start. Ms. Perkins. She has got to be one of the best teachers I have ever had. She has this incredible way of being strict but totally staying chill. She cracks jokes, makes fun of history and creates inside jokes for each class. I don't think that I have ever dreaded going to her class. (Okay maybe on a test day, i'm only human) There are so many things about her and her class that are just down right fun. And then, if you are lucky, you get Jared. Jared, wow, Jared. I don't even know who to compare him to so that you would understand. Try and imagine Dick Van Dyke, Jay Leno, and Dane Cook, and a little bit of Nicholas Cage all in one. He is possibly the funniest 16 year old guy I know. We're talking about the type of kid who stands up in the middle of our American History class and reinacts a scene from National Treasure. (hence the Nicholas Cage) He performed the scene where Ben Gates steals the Decleration of Independence...it was beyond hysterical. I had tears in my eyes. I mean the WHOLE class was crackingup. You know that you are truely funny when your teacher stops her lesson because she can't stop laughing. True Story. That was Ms. Perkins' class. Just in case you wondering. Between Jared and Ms. Perkins, American History has never been better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-2776060764707948478?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/2776060764707948478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=2776060764707948478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2776060764707948478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/2776060764707948478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/10/national-treasure-come-to-life.html' title='National Treasure Come To Life?????'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-3592301965935025000</id><published>2008-09-26T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:07:53.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now as far as I know, the constitution states that in the case of law everyone is innocent until proven guilty. There doesn't seem to be a whole lot of that going on. People are being locked up for crimes they didn't commit. Everyday somebody gets put away for something they didn't have anything to do with. It's really making me kind of sad. It's so not fair. Although, fair doesn't exist. It's a mere thought, hope, a dream. I hate how there are so many more bad things in the world then there are good. That might not be true but it certainly seems like it. I want so badly to just go a week with out hearing about more people dying in the middle east , or some priest getting arrested for rape. I don't want to get the phone calls saying that yet another friend of mine has died in Iraq. I want a week where I hear about marriages and job promotions. Things that are happy, things you want to celebrate. I realize now that this is a very big wish, a wish that will probably never happen. I guess I am on my own. Trying to stay happy. I have friends that I love with all my heart. They keep me happy...enough. We know how to make each other smile and that is the important thing. I'll stop with all the depressing words. Happy topics to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-3592301965935025000?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/3592301965935025000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=3592301965935025000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3592301965935025000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3592301965935025000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-thought.html' title='And I Thought......'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-8591814826125212581</id><published>2008-09-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:06:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, So, It's Time For The Sex Talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay we all knew it was coming sooner or later. I chose the sooner. So, if you know me, you know my outlook and opinions on sex. It has changed over the years but for right now I am at my firmest point in opinion. Does that make sense? Ha ha. Oh well. So my opinion on sex. WOW. I hope you are sitting down. Okay well, lets start off with single people. People, you are SINGLE!!! You aren't tied down to anyone. Go out, have fun, get laid. Who is it going to hurt? Don't sit at home complaining to your bff over facebook im about how much your sex life sucks. Log off (don't worry we all have facebook mobile now) and go out and have fun! That's all I have to say for you people. Next are my lovely married folks. Well guys, I'm sorry but you're married. You made a commitment. I hope you are in love and know what you are doing. Because sleeping with someone that isn't your husband/wife, well that's just wrong. Unless you guys are into that kind of thing, then you guys have my total and complete blessings. Have a good time. But please, no cheating. It's just not right. And not because you signed a piece of paper that says so, but because morally it's wrong. Okay, now we start with the toughies...boyfriends/girlfriends in the service or over/underage relationships. First, let me say something. There is a large difference between sex and making love. When you make love, it's to someone who you are probably in a serious relationship with, or you're married. Or maybe it's your best friend and you both just realized that you are madly in love with each other. Who knows. But that is making love. Sex, well sex is sex. There is nothing to it. You and some girl/guy, maybe somebody you even know, get together and you talk, you might drink, then you both realize how horny you are. So you find a condom, and you screw. That's it. I mean obviously there is more to it. It all depends on what you like to do, what your partner likes to do...you get the point.  So back to my opinions. If your boyfriend/girlfriend is in the services...well this gets complicated. That is really left up to you guys. It's hard when one person in 8,000 miles away. If you guys have some sort of agreement, well all the power to ya. If not, girls its time to pay a visit to the sex shops and guys ...stock up on your porn. Better to be faithful then to be broken up with someone over ichat. And now, I've saved the best for last...over/underage relationships. This one is also hard. I personally don't' believe in age. It shouldn't matter. If you are 26 and you have feelings for a 16 year old, who the hell cares??? Ten years, big deal. Look at Hugh Hefner. Unfortunately the "higher powers" a.k.a. the government feels differently. It changes from state to state but in most of America the age of consent is 18. There are a few places where it is 16. Like VEGAS...such a beautiful place. Anyway, if you guys like each other then go for it. If you're gonna have sex, just keep in on the DL. Make sure you use protection. You don't want a pregnancy. That would get messy. You all have my blessings no matter what your situation is. We live in a free country, do what you want. Just try and be smart about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-8591814826125212581?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/8591814826125212581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=8591814826125212581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8591814826125212581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8591814826125212581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-its-time-for-sex-talk.html' title='Okay, So, It&apos;s Time For The Sex Talk...'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-3289693875534333583</id><published>2008-09-12T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:56:49.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presley's  B-Day and some Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today was my good friend Presley's' sweet 16 party. It was a surprise and believe me, she was SHOCKED. Around four twenty we were picked up by a stretch limo. A Chrysler limo might I add. So out popped her boyfriend, Devon, and she almost fell over. She was so overwhelmed with joy. Around four forty five we all piled in the limo and went on our merry way. Where were we going? We had ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA!!! Nobody but the limo driver and our "chaperon" knew. So we're having fun drinking some sodas and blasting music when we pull up in front of Disney's Soda Fountain and Studio Store. We get in and were we shocked...oh my god. We had these HUGE ice cream things that we were supposed to finish. We finished both of them. Every last bite. So then we pile back into the limo and start driving away. Again we didn't know where we were going. Eventually we ended up at Presley's boyfriends house. Then the party started. Music, Food, Dancing, Food, Music, Food....you get the point. It was a fun night all in all. Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlV6H9KcRI/AAAAAAAAABI/juHD9Q4UORc/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249321297733382418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlV6H9KcRI/AAAAAAAAABI/juHD9Q4UORc/s200/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Presley when she realized what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlW0dyOaWI/AAAAAAAAABY/IYXxy73MGQQ/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249322300025497954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlW0dyOaWI/AAAAAAAAABY/IYXxy73MGQQ/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br 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align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlWS12ZaUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4jCNGOK4Z40/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me being....me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlXVICOTZI/AAAAAAAAABg/rjreKWk5tJs/s1600-h/52.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249322861122702738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlXVICOTZI/AAAAAAAAABg/rjreKWk5tJs/s320/52.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All of us in front of the limo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-3289693875534333583?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/3289693875534333583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=3289693875534333583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3289693875534333583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3289693875534333583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/presleys-b-day-and-some-updates.html' title='Presley&apos;s  B-Day and some Updates'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SNlV6H9KcRI/AAAAAAAAABI/juHD9Q4UORc/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-1602532050639739490</id><published>2008-09-10T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:12:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll start off with: Happy Hump Day everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So I'm just curious, what did I do to deserve this? First I sprain my ankle, now Ms.Goodman is making me write a paper about John Smith? Who I absolutely despise. I've got some issues with him. I will always hate Disney for totally changing what ACTUALLY happened. I mean come on, they totally reversed it all. Those losers. Anyways it's Hump Day. Which means tomorrow is Thursday, which means that the day after is FRIDAY! Which I'm looking forward to. I can't say why yet because I am sworn to secrecy , but you guys will hear all about it. Saturday should be pretty good. Maybe "hanging out" with 23, then I have a wedding dinner for my sister. No, she isn't actually my sister, but she is close enough. Anyway she is getting married in October in New Jersey. So we're doing a west coast thing. Not all of us can fly all the way out there. I wish I could. So that's about it for today. Hope all is well with everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-1602532050639739490?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/1602532050639739490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=1602532050639739490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/1602532050639739490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/1602532050639739490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day!!!'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-3942567499767663124</id><published>2008-09-08T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:26:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, Are You For Real???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay, I'm sorry, but she lost my interest a LONG time ago. An hour ago to be exact. This is just insane. Ugh. Biology for two hours. Do they really expect us to pay attention the WHOLE time? So I am writing for all you people. Not that anybody actually reads this. Yet I continue to blab about my unstable, un-normal, indescribable life. For all of you that are in school, you know how I feel. So there is this guy, lets call him.....23. He is cute, smart, and totally interested. We IM all the time, talking about various things; always really cool, really chill. But then we get together in real life and there is this weird barrier between us. I really want to break that barrier, I just don't know how to. He knows a side of me that many people have never seen. I feel comfortable with him. It's nothing like that. I want to figure that out. Then there is this other guy, lets call him...Turtle. Now Turtle is GORGEOUS. OMG do I want him. Here's the problem, he has absolutely no interest. I don't think. OMG, if he did, I would be THE happiest person in the world. Wow. Um. yeah. Some very nice thoughts just went through my head. He is so hot and he is really sweet. It's so cute how his face lights up when he See's us. That's about it for now. I've got 25 minutes left in the day. Then I am released into freedom. Thank God. Or whoever. Anyways, comment me, email me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-3942567499767663124?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/3942567499767663124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=3942567499767663124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3942567499767663124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3942567499767663124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-are-you-for-real.html' title='Seriously, Are You For Real???'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-7778062244096374172</id><published>2008-09-05T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:26:52.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Normal, Or Is It Just Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I honestly can't tell anymore. I don't know when things are normal or if it's just me. There are so many things that I do and think and some of them scare the shit out of me. I'm realizing things from my past that I would have never thought twice about, things that are bad. Certain things that I can't do anything about anymore. It's too late. And I don't know if what I think happened, actually did, only because it was at least four years ago. I can't tell the truth from my imagination anymore. I don't know how to fix this, if it's even fixable. I don't even know what "it" is. I'm going days thinking one and only one thing. "I wish I was home, in my bed, crying." I constantly feel like crying. I cry myself to sleep, to school, when I'm just sitting around. I hate feeling like this, but I don't know how to make it go away. I guess I can't do much until I identify what the problem is. I guess in a way, it goes back to the whole question of what life is. Why is it so complicated? Why are we forced to go through so many things? Why pain and hurt, loss and sorrow? Why does it seem like there are more bad aspects to life then there are good? is this really what we were put on Earth for? Is this why we are here? Day to day I ask my self so many questions that I can't answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-7778062244096374172?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/7778062244096374172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=7778062244096374172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7778062244096374172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/7778062244096374172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-normal-or-is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It Normal, Or Is It Just Me???'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-3143913568854034782</id><published>2008-09-05T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:27:41.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Jersey Shore'/><title type='text'>Okay So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay so, I didn't end up missing my flight. So I got home on time. YAY! If you weren't one of the people I called, then you have no idea how panicky I was. There were so many complications I thought I was going to die. I was going crazy. And now as I write this, while sitting in a costco parking lot I might add, I realize how happy I am to be home. Back in Los Angeles. I guess it's true, you never really realize how much you miss home until you leave. I have to say, I did cry a few times. Mainly worrying about my dad. Goes to show how powerful love is. I have to say,I had a huge panic attack, but that was for other reasons. You don't realize many things until you don't have them anymore. It got right now to me missing the buses (mta). I think that by growing up in such a large city, and having so many options, going to a small town like Margate really makes a difference. You can feel it and see it. Obviously. I miss Jersey, sure, but will I ever end up there? I can't see it happening. I can see moving out of L.A. but not to a small town. If anything, to another city. Anyway I'm home, and safe and everything is all good. As good as it can be anyway. I hope everyone is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-3143913568854034782?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/3143913568854034782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=3143913568854034782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3143913568854034782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/3143913568854034782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so.html' title='Okay So...'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-8311782328021296565</id><published>2008-09-05T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:27:58.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US Airways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flights'/><title type='text'>Lost In The Skys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's Atlanta all over again. Taking off 2 hours late, ,already missed my flight. It's ridiculous. On top of that, they are STILL charging for EVERYTHING. I am going to end up in a hotel room in Phoenix, Arizona. WOW is all I can even say. I don't know if I should laugh or cry at this point. Normally I wouldn't even care, but the stewardesses are being very rude. What do they expect at this point? People are going to be pissed. Not many people want to spend the night in a hotel, away from home, or wherever they are going. Think of the people that are traveling by themselves... Think of how lonely they will be. If you don't know me then you should know that generally I am a very spontaneous and friendly person, but even this is getting to me. I guess I will talk to people, get to know them. As much as I love flying, I think this is why I like trains better. I guess my ipod and cell phone will have to be my sole entertainment tonight. Oh well. I want to especially thank Alicia + Phil for providing my pure amusement for the past two weeks. Thank you thank you. I LOVE YOU GUYS FOREVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-8311782328021296565?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/8311782328021296565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=8311782328021296565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8311782328021296565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8311782328021296565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-in-skys.html' title='Lost In The Skys'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-9484212248714795</id><published>2008-08-28T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:09:41.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Jersey Shore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating Out'/><title type='text'>Eating Out in New Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It goes back to the everyone knows everyone. You go to a new place, and automaticall you know all the waitresses. Most girls, and you probably went to high school together. It's funny because they talk more about their social lives and how they've been, then the food you're supposed to be ordering. They re-connect. Phone numbers, myspaces, and e-mail addresses are exchanged and plans are made to go get drinks. It's fun and relaxed. In a way, so much better then L.A. Everyone is so nice and they really try to help you out. I wish that the places in L.A. were like this. People are so afraid of who their customers are that they don't take a chance to be the friendly extraordinary people they are. They are stiff and don't add anything to their job. It's rare that you find waiters who are fun and comfortable. Really makes me miss the Jersey Shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-9484212248714795?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/9484212248714795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=9484212248714795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/9484212248714795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/9484212248714795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/08/eating-out-in-new-jersey.html' title='Eating Out in New Jersey'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-6761997792227131446</id><published>2008-08-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:28:24.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes to the ones I love...part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alicia&lt;br /&gt;I can always rely on her for everything. She always has the perfect thing to say. There are two people that can make me smile no matter what and she is one of them. She understands how I feel. I love her so much for it. I don't know where I would be without her. We just connect like that. God knows why. But I would never do anything to jepordize our relationship. She means too much to me. I love her so much. Alicia, thank you for sticking with me through everything. I love you forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He is smart, funny, beyond sexy, so why, why must he enter my life in the total wrong time. Okay not the total wrong time. But he doesn't want a relationship, honestly niether do I. I just want to have fun, with him of course, but will I get too attached? I can already see myself falling for him. Tell me what good can come of this? Besides the sex, because we all know that that would be amazing. There is no doubt there. Honestly, here is my question, what the fuck do i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-6761997792227131446?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/6761997792227131446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=6761997792227131446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/6761997792227131446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/6761997792227131446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/08/notes-to-ones-i-lovepart-1.html' title='Notes to the ones I love...part 1'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-4580651437458107303</id><published>2008-08-19T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:28:47.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boardwalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shore'/><title type='text'>A Jersey Girl From Cali Back In Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well the title said it all. I am a Jersey native who moved to Cali and now i'm back in Jersey for two weeks. It's good to finally be out of Los Angeles for a little bit. I'm getting a break from all the craziness that you get in LA. I love being here and being so close to the ocean and seeing all of these families and old houses. It's so great. I really love it here. I would love to end up here in the end. I am in Margate right now. It's near Atlantic City. South Jersey. Things are just so different out here. The way people act, the way things are done. It's really kind of funny. BUt it has a really homey feeling that is really welcoming. The thing that I love the most is all of the mom and pop style restuarants and stores. There aren't many chains, sure they have a McDonals, and CVS but I haven't seen a Starbucks or Jamba Juice since I got here. I feel odd being so far away from a Taco Bell though. I miss my Taco Bell. I feel close to my mom though, when i'm here. This was the place that she died. The last place she was, I fell like she is still here. God I miss her. And it's strange because I'm not even sure how I can. Seeing as how I never really got to know her. I was 15 months when she died. Anyway, I am here until August 30th. I'll be sure to post some pics soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-4580651437458107303?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/4580651437458107303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=4580651437458107303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4580651437458107303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/4580651437458107303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/08/jersey-girl-from-cali-back-in-jersey.html' title='A Jersey Girl From Cali Back In Jersey'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-8749766109229793676</id><published>2008-08-10T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:29:19.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination creative children'/><title type='text'>Acuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What does it even mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've been thinking about this all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Acuality, reality...why? Why do we even need them. Why can't we just be happy with our imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nobody uses them anymore, the creative side of people is dying everyday. It's so sad. I was watching some little kids the other day and it just amazed me on how easy it is for them to entertain themselves. Even when just sitting in a waiting room, they find something to amuse themselves with. I wish that I could just go back to that. To not knowing what bored is, and always seeing the brighter side of things. We all wish that we were younger/older, fatter/skinnier....ect. I don't. I just wish that that part of my imagination would come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;xoxo for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-8749766109229793676?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/8749766109229793676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=8749766109229793676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8749766109229793676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/8749766109229793676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/08/acuality.html' title='Acuality'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-5007411096994692051</id><published>2008-08-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:29:54.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lunch in Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SJuYSsn810I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gAWaEI2cdMw/s1600-h/me+and+jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231942839104755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SJuYSsn810I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gAWaEI2cdMw/s320/me+and+jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q97/santasia_light/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ventura.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I went to lunch today with Jason who is a very very close and dear friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's funny how we started out in North Hollywood and ended up in Sherman Oaks at Mels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Living in Los Angeles, there are so many options it can be hard to chose. I have spent 45 minutes just going up and down Ventura Blvd. trying to decide where to eat. How crazy is that? LA is such a big city that it's so easy to get lost in all of the magic that it holds. There are so many restaurants to choose from, so many different types of food. From all around the world even. In many towns you have the average burger joint, chinese, mexican, and Italian to choose from. In Ls Angeles, you have that times 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4496066699975708798-5007411096994692051?l=aliciaruby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/feeds/5007411096994692051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4496066699975708798&amp;postID=5007411096994692051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5007411096994692051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4496066699975708798/posts/default/5007411096994692051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliciaruby.blogspot.com/2008/08/lunch-in-los-angeles.html' title='Lunch in Los Angeles'/><author><name>Alicia Ruby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09731150659081077234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJ6aoHarvMM/TomHr3SfbNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kafAfzETZgQ/s220/archie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_Z_rAMT6bU/SJuYSsn810I/AAAAAAAAAAg/gAWaEI2cdMw/s72-c/me+and+jason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496066699975708798.post-2840731714736341429</id><published>2008-08-05T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:30:24.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So here is my first post. What do I say? Is it wrong that i'm nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I guess I should go over the basics right? But what do I say? Believe it or not, i'm usually the talkative one. Well you can read through this and then you'll get more of an idea of who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimp-my-profile.com/users/nosidelinez/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;General Info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Name:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alicia Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Age:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Old enought to know better and young enough to not care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Date of Birth:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;December 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hometown:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ventnor Heights, NJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Current Location:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Los Angeles, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ethnicity:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Caucasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Height:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5"4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Weight:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hair Color:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eye Color:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Best Feature:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Piercings:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tattoos:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hobby:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Talent(s):: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Good w/Kids, Photographer, knit, sew, paint, dance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1st Thought of the day:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Best Quality:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BIG PEOPLE PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Worst Quality:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I tend to get lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Something you want to accomplish:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I want to be a published photograher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Music:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My taste is all over. I love so many different types.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Movies:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LE DIVORCE, EUROTRIP, HARRY POTTER, PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, BLOOD AND CHOCOLATE, ROADTRIP, VAN HELSING, X-MEN (ALL THREE), PRICELESS, THE VALET, SCOOBY DOO, SECONDHAND LIONS, FAST AND THE FURIOUS, FERRIS BUELERS'D DAY OFF, THE DARK NIGHT, IRON MAN, THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS, SOME LIKE IT HOT, GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES, WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT, INDIANA JONES AND THE CRYSTAL SKULL, TRANSFORMERS, DISTURBIA, MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 3, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Food:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pizza, Pasta, Chinese, burritos, Taco Bell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Book:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Breaking Dawn,THE FIVE PEOPLE YOU MEET IN HEAVEN, HARRY POTTER THE A-LIST NOVELS TWILIGHT, NEW MOON, ECLIPSE, THE DAVINCI CODE, SECRETS OF MY HOLLYWOOD LIFE, LIP LOCKED, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Flower:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Orchid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Season:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;T.V. Show:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mad Men, The Secret Life of the American Teenager, Army Wives, Cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Disney Movie:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Enchanted or Mulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This and That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pepsi of Coke:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Coke but diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Juice or Tea:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Looks or Personality:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Crushed or Cubed:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love or Money:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jolly Rancher or Chocolate:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ice Cream or Yogurt:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Night or Day:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hot or Cold:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Right or Left:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In a Mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heritage:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Doesn't Matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Height:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Taller then me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Weight:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eye Color:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Green or Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hair :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Black or Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Piercings:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tattoo's:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Education:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Children:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Most Needed Quality:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Most Needed Feature:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Abs...or eyes...or both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Most Hated Quality:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Most Hated Feature:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If The Value Family:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Age Limit:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love doesn't have an age limit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Smoke:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Drink:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Occasionaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Curse:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like a drunk sailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Have Sex:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For me to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do Drugs:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Steal:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lie:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cheat:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fight:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Physically, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Regret Anything:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Best Friend(s):: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ashley, Alicia, Jen, Jen, Ruth, Jill....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last Person You Talked To:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who's the Loudest:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who The Nicest:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who Is the Last Person You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Loved:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kissed:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cried Over:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Missed:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wanted to Be With:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Talked To:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Marlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Went Out With:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So those are the basics for now. 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