<?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-6476404413198472594</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:10:23.428-08:00</updated><category term='Quick Quip'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Famu Effups'/><category term='Light Bulb Moment'/><category term='Darn Health'/><category term='Ranting and Raving'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Men'/><title type='text'>Studying Cold Pizza @ 4a.m.</title><subtitle type='html'>College Student...Back home...Attended a HBCU...Working My way back...dare I say more? YEP!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-8834431766857857710</id><published>2008-10-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:05:55.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darn Health'/><title type='text'>Sick as a.....Dog?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SQX0618AhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/wLxV2kIedTo/s1600-h/sp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261881031400654322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SQX0618AhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/wLxV2kIedTo/s320/sp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wondered where the term sick as a dog came from. So being the investigative person I am I looked it up. According to my sources** the term was first recorded in 1705, it is probably an attempt to give a good push to a strongly worded statement of physical unhappiness. It was attached to a dog, I would guess, because dogs often seem to have been connected to things that were considered unpleasant. Down the years they have had an incredibly bad press, (think of dog tired, dog’s breakfast, go to the dogs, dog Latin — big dictionaries have long entries about all the ways that dog has been used in a negative sense)...&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really satisfied with my findings I guess I figured I would bump into some elaborate story about a dog who had a rediculous amount of sicknesses and spread them around to people until he was totally healed or some thing. LOL...So why have I been pondering this expression lately, well because I have been sick as a dog lately. I rather not go into details but acouple of ignored health problems lead to my being in the hospital for two day last week with an infection attacking my blood. I was pumped with pain pills and antibiotics for a couple of days and sent of my not-so-merry way. So for the rest of the week and weekend I have have been recovering. I finally returned to class today after missing a couple of days and im starting to feel like the old me but the past week will not leave my memory any time soon. In the midst of everything else that has been going on I have neglected my health and greatly paid the price. Oh but there will be plenty more price to pay once these hospital bills darken my doorstep. Well on the brightside Wal-mart called me, eventhough I wasn't home at the time. I definately plan on calliong them back today, because I need a job horribly maybe then I can start paying my many many bills and random crap I need to pay for or off. Somewhere out there my silver lining is starting to twinkle. Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick as a person trying their hardest not to be sick,&lt;br /&gt;Tay lin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-8834431766857857710?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/8834431766857857710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=8834431766857857710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/8834431766857857710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/8834431766857857710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-as-adog.html' title='Sick as a.....Dog?!?'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SQX0618AhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/wLxV2kIedTo/s72-c/sp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-2625126704268484299</id><published>2008-10-15T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:40:00.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Another Nother...</title><content type='html'>In the words of one of my besties, "If it aint one thing its another, and if it aint that its another nother." I have definately reached the "another nother".  Some little highschooler's car and the back of mine collided today. Oh the joy I felt as I backed up and my little cousin said, "Someones behind you." I joyfully looked back just in time to see there car give my beautiful Bee's behind a french kiss.  As i spewed a plethora of curses i got out of the car and exchange insurance information with the calm teenager. Why so calm you may ask? Because my car was barely scraped while the front of theres wasn't so lucky. They will probably get a nice check to fix there crunched car while my damn rates will sky rocket next year. Freakin great !!! I'll probably have to pay a nice lil chunk or change to the insurance company for their damn car. WHY THE HELL COULDN'T I JUST HAVE STAYED MY ASS IN BED!!!! Im tooo through. Well on the briteside my moms coming intown to day and I'm pickeing her up from the airport. Yaaaay me. lol Naw seriously I've been missing her since I left Columbus 2 months ago.  This should be a interesting couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuming and Furious,&lt;br /&gt;Tay lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-2625126704268484299?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/2625126704268484299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=2625126704268484299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2625126704268484299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2625126704268484299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-nother.html' title='Another Nother...'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-1696570218632961812</id><published>2008-10-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:37:25.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulb Moment'/><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SOo-uNF4nfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AO0oI4oh1tY/s1600-h/th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254080878790352370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SOo-uNF4nfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AO0oI4oh1tY/s320/th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to bump into me on the streets a couple of weeks ago you would have witnessed the epitome of one of the happiest black women in New Orleans. If you bumped into me now...not so much. (In the words of my mom) Things are spiraling down around me fast, so much so that I feel like I don't have the stregnth to try to stop it. My money is disappearing into thin air, along with my relationship, and my motivation. Bottom line I need a job, it's so much easier said then done. It seems as though everything I want to do in life is laughing in my face and walking away. My dreams, aspirations, and plans just spitting at me and giving me a look of uttmost disgust and repulsion. I am litarally sick to my stomach. One of the people who I love the most is unconsciously pushing me away. And if I were to say inything to let him know of his wrong doing his display of ignorance is replaced with anger, something that I can not and will not tolerate. I demand respect, even from those who are ignorant to the fact that they are not giving it to me. Point, blank, period. But when all is said and done love outweighs alot of cons. And here I am with one hand stretched out as wide as possible, shaking and flicking trying to let go while the other holds on with a grip past death, digging nails and pulsating forward with every slip trying to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is put my face in my hands. Stop, trying to figure out where the money is going, and work on getting more. Stop trying to fix him and let God fix him. Stop stressing and pray. Im on the tip of the cliff, with my toes curved over the edge crumbling away the dirt and rocks that wish to be free from the dry ledge listening to the pebbles topple down into the abyss of hoplessness. And all I can do is put my face in my hands, take a deep breathe, and step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying Again,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-1696570218632961812?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/1696570218632961812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=1696570218632961812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/1696570218632961812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/1696570218632961812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/10/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SOo-uNF4nfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AO0oI4oh1tY/s72-c/th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-8877488971382036278</id><published>2008-10-01T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:24:39.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Community My Behind!</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm back. Oh don't act so suprised. What? You thought I wouldn't post for another 3 months. (Again, who am I talking to? Who reads my blog?).  But anyway like I mentioned in my previous post Im back in New Orleans and I'm attending Nunez Community College.  Okay you guys I am dying for some type of excitement around here. Communtiy College and HBCU are on two different ends of the spectrum and its slowly but surely deppressing me. My friends keep sending messages and invites to everything thats going on back at FAMU and its killing me. I've gotten to the point of just deleting them or quickly clicking the "not attending" button before I even get a glance at the colorful flyer displaying college students enjoying there party fun. Community College isn't that bad but its boring you just go to class and thats it. People don't really talk to each other or anything it just sucks. Thats exactly why the last week in October I will be in Tallahassee enjoying the hell out of Homecomming week at FAMU! Yep I found a escape route. It's just gonna suck having to come back. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days,&lt;br /&gt;tay lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-8877488971382036278?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/8877488971382036278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=8877488971382036278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/8877488971382036278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/8877488971382036278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/10/community-my-behind.html' title='Community My Behind!'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-2612832398805863986</id><published>2008-09-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:30:44.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Quip'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SOOzttFeyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kQrfNkxor04/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252239188222200338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SOOzttFeyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kQrfNkxor04/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, go ahead and say it.....I know, I know, Where the hell have I been right? Honestly, I really don't know whose asking this question because I don't know who actually reads my blog. But if there is one lonely soul out there who has stopped by to see if I have put my blogging cap back on, well here I am. Of course I'm going to use the excuse of just too much crap going on to sitdown and blog. But my life is slowing down a bit. So I guess I'll start with the top 5 craziest things that has happened to me since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Car Accident&lt;br /&gt;2.$$$&lt;br /&gt;3.New School&lt;br /&gt;4.Car&lt;br /&gt;5.Back in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah some old fool ran a stop sign and caused a chain of events that ended with my forehead crashing into the rearveiw mirror of my friends car during my pre-summer vacation in Ft.Walton, Florida. Yeah, I walked away from that adventure with seven stitches on my forehead and a beautiful scar to show off for the rest of my life. But on the bright side I turned that walk into a run with a nice cash settlement. But sadly it was not enough to pay off my balance that I still owed FAMU. I had no one to cosign for a loan and it was not looking good. In the end everything works out eventhough it may not be as planned. So I grabbed all of my things and moved back to New Orleans. Squeezed into a community college and took a little chunk of my money and bought a 2000 Nissan Xterra that happens to be a beautiful bright yellow.&lt;br /&gt;So thats my recent life in a nutshell, me just trying to make it through and eventually get my behind back to FAMU. My head is still slightly spinning but eventually I'll get over it, and try my heardest not to be M.I.A any more, atleast not in the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of hiding,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&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/6476404413198472594-2612832398805863986?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/2612832398805863986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=2612832398805863986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2612832398805863986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2612832398805863986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/09/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/SOOzttFeyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kQrfNkxor04/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-3173183358302759424</id><published>2008-03-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:13:55.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Quip'/><title type='text'>Fine Dinning</title><content type='html'>I sat in the caf this morning at a two person table enjoying brunch by myself. Not that many of my friends are Saturday morning people hence the independence from company. But honestly I didn't mind. I looked around and observed the people around me, and I noticed 85% of the people who were also enjoying there brunches were either with a companion or a group of people. Those who were left were like me, or on a cell phone. I then began to wonder what is the problem with eating by yourself? There has been platy of times when I am in the caf in the morning and someone who I know walks pass, says hi, and then gives me a sad face, "Awww you by yourself?" I smile and say yeah, like &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt;. I mean i really have no problem with it at all, I like to observe people in silence and enjoy my gross food. I like to listen to people's loud conversations and enjoy the fact that they're not at the table with me spitting all in my food. Some times i like to read our campus newspaper (The Famuan), or a book, without having to hear one of my friends ramble on about their problems, boyfriend, mess, or anything of the sort. Sometimes a friend of mine will see me in my breakfast solitude and decide to invite themselves to sit at my table. I look up and they smile so big as if they have cured me of leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;But really what is the big deal. Do people feel like an outcast by them selves? As if eating alone automatically spells "I have no friends". Or is it the "Clique Factor" that now has been dragged out of high school society and place in a collegiate surrounding. And it's not just a girl thing, it's actually more common with guys. You never see them in the caf with out there goons. Which ironically makes it harder to get girls, in my opinion. who wants to walk up to a mob of continuously horny guys. good luck with that. Well as for me I'm fine with how I dine. I hope people get better at being more comfortable being with themselves. You gotta learn that before you can be comfortable with anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loner Luncher,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-3173183358302759424?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/3173183358302759424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=3173183358302759424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3173183358302759424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3173183358302759424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/03/fine-dinning.html' title='Fine Dinning'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-3619731247864164820</id><published>2008-03-03T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:41:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the library waiting for this hour to zoom by so I can sprint (well, really just walk at a fast pace.) to the caf and hastily devour whatever crappy food they have to offer. As my stomach growles I thought back to my thoughts when I woke up this morning. It is March I have barely a month and a half left of my firt year in college. Socially it was everything I hoped for but academically and financially mysel;f and the school could have done alot better. I know next year I will do alot better but, sometimes I think to myself do I want a next year, in Tallahassee. Now don't get me wrong, I love FAMU the people I have met and the experiences I've had I will never forget. Sometimes I just wanna to go to a culinary arts school and open a restaurant. I think that it's probably just a scapegoat because I know right now that would be alot easier (and cheaper) to do. Eventhough I pretty much know I'm never going to actually do that. It would kinda be nice (and cheaper).&lt;br /&gt;My last blog was just a culmination of frustrations and a exxageration of a couple of things but is the frustration really worth it? Who know's? I know alot of this is PMS talking so plz don't leave comments about how I should follow my dream of being a chef lol. Because I'd really rather be a marine biologist. But I'm starting to think that would be a big hill to climb.....at FAMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating Carefully,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-3619731247864164820?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/3619731247864164820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=3619731247864164820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3619731247864164820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3619731247864164820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-7472011235679619966</id><published>2008-02-28T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:17:47.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famu Effups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Famuuuu, Famuuuu, Fam-got-damn-uu, Alright Alright Alright!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know I haven't posted a good 'ol blog in a while but there is a very good reason.......COLLEGE SUCKS BIG HAIRY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I hate College:&lt;br /&gt;-The Dummy Factory (also known as the Financial Aid office)&lt;br /&gt;-The Shitdexo (The campus caf food provided by Sodexho Food Services)&lt;br /&gt;-Mr./Mrs. I know Alot But I don't Teach (Professors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-F&lt;/strong&gt;uck &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;id &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;oolish &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tupid &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;sses (Fafsa)&lt;br /&gt;-Ms. I Will Walk Around This Hilly Ass Campus All Day With Stilletos And Look At &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid (Females)&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. I will Fuck You If You Have A Pretty Face And A Cat...My Bad, Just A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(Males)&lt;br /&gt;-The We Are Sophisticated and Intellegent Niggas Who Won't Think Twice About Running A Train On Your Drunk Ass Brotherhood(Fraternities)&lt;br /&gt;-The We Too Damn Worried About What The Other Bitch Is Doin To Give A Shit About Sisterhood Sisterhood(Sororities)&lt;br /&gt;-Not Having a car&lt;br /&gt;-Not having any money&lt;br /&gt;-Famu's abundant Financial Problem's&lt;br /&gt;-The fact that Famu is cutting 90% of it's summer courses&lt;br /&gt;-The fact that all my books and supplies for class equal up to over $600 dollars&lt;br /&gt;-The fact that we can only use oure flex bucks in the crappy places on campus while FSU can use theirs damn near eveywhere&lt;br /&gt;-OH MY GOD THE &lt;strong&gt;DORMS!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mold in the A/C...No Hot Water...No Tissue...Broken Windows...Crazy RD...No Cable (wich we are paying for)...Bugs...Outrages fines for dumb shit...Dumbass room inspections...non co-ed...WRON WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEW!!!! Okay ladies and gentlemen that felt good to get out.....Soooooo I don't really hate college but it aint cherry blossoms right now ya feel me. Sometimes a girl just needs some TLC from here school. Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting This Establishment On Fire,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-7472011235679619966?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/7472011235679619966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=7472011235679619966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/7472011235679619966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/7472011235679619966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2008/02/famuuuu-famuuuu-fam-got-damn-uu-alright.html' title='Famuuuu, Famuuuu, Fam-got-damn-uu, Alright Alright Alright!!!!'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-9010760770797706003</id><published>2007-10-21T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:58:04.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Quip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Man I'm Chillin</title><content type='html'>Man I know its been a super long time since I put my blogging cap on but I didn't realize how super crazy/busy/psychotic college life is. There just isn't enough time in the day. Or night for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Well basically I'm rolling with the flow but staying on top of my game. Grades are pretty good, people are pretty good. Life is basically major drama free. But I must admit I am home/momsick as all hell. Thanksgiving can't come fast enough. I miss everything and everybody. There are a couple of things I need to jump on the horse with but I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;As for my father...well he is under the dog house, and he can't stop spewing bullshit to save his life. But hey it is what it is. My roomate and I get along pretty well...I mean we're basically on two separate planets but we're cool.&lt;br /&gt;Tragically FAMU can't win a football game to save their life either. I just pray to God that we win homecoming. But hey.....Go Rattlers!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well right now I'm very hungry (lol) like most college student are, I just wanted to stop by and fill you guys in so siyanara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin lika Villian&lt;br /&gt;Taylin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-9010760770797706003?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/9010760770797706003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=9010760770797706003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/9010760770797706003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/9010760770797706003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-i-know-its-been-super-long-time.html' title='Man I&apos;m Chillin'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-3194712554105955521</id><published>2007-09-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:30:20.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulb Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>I'm sooo 18</title><content type='html'>Okay I have to dedicate this short post to one of the best events in a young persons life. I'M FREAKING 18!!!!!! Finally it has happened ya'll. It just feels good to say it ....type it whatever. So ya'll know this weekend is going down especially if we win our game against Howard. Sheeet! lol but naw for real I'm just sooo friggin happy lol. I just had to share it with ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping up and down in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-3194712554105955521?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/3194712554105955521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=3194712554105955521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3194712554105955521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3194712554105955521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sooo-18.html' title='I&apos;m sooo 18'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-83995830497068137</id><published>2007-09-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:11:35.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Lies I Tell Ya...All Lies!!!!!</title><content type='html'>When I was a young child I had this stupid conclusion in my head that lying would make certian situations turn out better, as I got older I learned that that was absolutely positively wrong. But sometimes that stupid little girl creeps up on me and I make the mistake of telling a lie to get out of a situation or having to deal with a consequence. Well I lied to someone I care about deeply and I felt like the largest accumilation of shit in the world afterwords. I knew this person knew I was lying so that made it 100 times worse. I basically felt like digging a whole half way to china and jumping in it. In the end all I could say was that I was sorry but sometimes even the person who is saying they're sorry knows that it isn't enough. So all I can do is work on myself, try to banish that stupid little girl all together, because the feeling that I'm feeling right now is not worth it. It never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad b-day girl,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-83995830497068137?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/83995830497068137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=83995830497068137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/83995830497068137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/83995830497068137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/09/lies-i-tell-yaall-lies.html' title='Lies I Tell Ya...All Lies!!!!!'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-2821968465236967864</id><published>2007-08-31T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:58:45.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Momsick</title><content type='html'>First Week of Classes at Famu&lt;br /&gt;Day 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ya'll I'll brief you on my first week of classes a lil later but Ihave to get this out of the way first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was chillen in my bed after a loong night of partying and my friend was chillen in my room on here laptop. While I lay pondering my day with my eyes closed she started to blast a cd that i was pretty familiar with, Stone Love by the artist Angie Stone. The music automatically made me think about another Angie in my life...my mommy. Yall I'm finally sayin it....I MISS MY MOMMA!!! I miss cryin laughing with her, I miss cruising on the street listing to music (i.e. Angie Stone), I miss laughing at or getting freaked out by weird ohio people, I miss cooking for her (even If it wasn't exactly what she wanted), I miss sleeping in her GREAT bed, I miss watching T.V. with her, I miss watching bootlegs with her, I miss going to Easton mall with her and laughing at the little whit kids, I miss soo much about my mom I could go on forever I'm actually not really homesick but I'm definately Momsick. So again I will fill yall in on my classes later but i had to get that out. Mommy I'm coming home! Well in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;Taylin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-2821968465236967864?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/2821968465236967864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=2821968465236967864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2821968465236967864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2821968465236967864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/08/momsick.html' title='Momsick'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-942654832766204590</id><published>2007-08-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:06:49.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>No more drama ....I wish!!!</title><content type='html'>Day 6 at FAMU&lt;br /&gt;Freshman Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so its Friday, and you think I would be happy because my dad is bringing my things tommorrow...Well I'm not, because he's not. And agian I knew this would happen. This is "my life in the sunshine" as my mom would say. So as he proceeded to tell me that my things might not arrive as late as next Wednesday I told him, "Well I'm gonna need some more money because I was under the impression that my stuff would be here by now!" This negro had the audacity to ask me what I neended it for! I just wanted to scream over the phone "I NEED MY EFFING SHIT!!" I have classes next week I need my school supplies and all of that stuff. This is just crazy all I can say Is ...Why ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to have a nervous breakdown,&lt;br /&gt;TayLin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-942654832766204590?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/942654832766204590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=942654832766204590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/942654832766204590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/942654832766204590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-6-at-famu-freshman-week-okay-so-its.html' title='No more drama ....I wish!!!'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-559137137513440650</id><published>2007-08-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:59:29.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Quip'/><title type='text'>Fabolous FAMU</title><content type='html'>Day4 at FAMU&lt;br /&gt;Freshman Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rapper Fabolous said it best, "1 And Then The Two Three And The Four Then Ya Gotta Breathe."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just gotta exhale and let the chips fall. Yep I'm Miss. Optomistic today because things are finally looking up (a lil bit). I'm slowly but surely getting this financial aid thing together. Basically I am gonna have to take out a loan. But at least I know now that next fall I'll be ready with some good ol' scholarships. I took my placement tests to day I think I did pretty good on my Math but Chemisty was horrible I saw so many things on that test that I'd never seen before in my life...It just really scared the hell out of me because I DO NOT wanna take prep classes that I cant even get any credit for if I failed that test. But again i'm gonna be optimistic and not sweat it.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I attended my first Frat party!!! It was hosted by the Q's (Q dogs I know yall know who im talkin about) for all the freshman. And boy was it...interesting...the Q's are very...hmmm I'm looking for the right word lets go with testosterone overdose!!! But it was really fun Ididn't drink (foreal yall no lie) and i got to meet some cool people so it was all good. But the only down side was that I was tired as hell for orientation today. Oh well life goes on. I'm bout to get outta here cause i am a broke college student who loves the free buffet at the college cafe enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnin my frown...sideways,&lt;br /&gt;Taylin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-559137137513440650?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/559137137513440650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=559137137513440650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/559137137513440650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/559137137513440650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/08/fabolous-famu.html' title='Fabolous FAMU'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-3297408627383365917</id><published>2007-08-21T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:19:33.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famu Effups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Money Money Money</title><content type='html'>3rd Day at FAMU&lt;br /&gt;Freshman Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am a broke freshman. Not just a regular broke freshman but a broke freshman thats can't even afford to be IN SCHOOL. I just found out that out of the ten thousand something dollars I have to pay this semester I have only recieved a little over 4,000 dollars from the government. Three words WHAT THE HEEEELLLL!!! I am in no way rich AT ALL the only one who has been supporting these past years is my mother, she doesn't make that much at all plus she is also attending college so how in the hell is that all that I'm getting from this dumb ass Fafsa bologna? Right now I just wanna go back to New Orleans/Columbus and get my fat butt back in bed(preferably the fetal position) and wait until its all taken care of by some invisible force.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to take out loans...I really don't know If I'm doing that right to begin with. Plus I don't want to have to pay that damn money back EVER.But this is what it is and I'm just gonna have to stick it out hopefully financial aid will be alot more helpful when I go back because they sucked the first. I don't even know what exact questions to ask these people. My brain is just scrambbled and going at a thousand miles a minute. So to keep me from letting out a gigantic frantic scream in the middle of this library I am writting this all down. Maybe this will clear my mind a bit, if not..that person you hear screaming in the distance somewhere, far off but you know you can hear it......it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying Broke(literally) ,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-3297408627383365917?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/3297408627383365917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=3297408627383365917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3297408627383365917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/3297408627383365917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/08/money-money-money.html' title='Money Money Money'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-2796362714430476918</id><published>2007-08-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:55:52.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whats Good (Or Not)'/><title type='text'>I love my FAM fam!!!</title><content type='html'>3rd Day at FAMU&lt;br /&gt;Freshman Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG So much to say....I flew to Tallhassee, Fl with three heavy ass suitcases and rode a taxi all the way to campus BY MYSELF.... Why? You ask? Well because my father's truck broke down...Yep completely stopped a day before he was supposed to take me and my things to FAMU...Sucks monkey butt doesn't it.... Well long story short I made it here and my things will be brought up by my father Saturday( Hopefully). I have MANY things to say about this whole little "situation" but i would be typing until I graduated. So we'll leave it at...I'm here. So how about we make this easy and go over some points I'm sure you wanna know about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus?&lt;br /&gt;Campus is beautiful...It's actually better then I thought it would be...There are lots of nice places to chill(even a bowling ally) There is also this main part of campus everybody hangs out at called the set its always poppin there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dorm room/hall:&lt;br /&gt;Wheatley hall is not the best of them all but its definately not the worst its basically pretty clean (except for at night when the bugs come out eeekkk!). The girls in the hall are nice and everbody speaks. My room is great its bigger then I thought it would be and me and my roomate have just enough space to not have to kill eachother over lol. So i think I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Roomate:&lt;br /&gt;My roomate (we'll call here Lilbit) is really sweet and nice. But its so funny to see us walking together because she is 3 times smaller then me(seriously i can see right over her head lol). But she is cool and she shares lol which is great for me since I have barely anything until next week. So so far so good...I'll keep you up dated on how we get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People?&lt;br /&gt;Again EVERYONE is sooo friendly...I think its because its the beginning of the year and everybody is happy to be here hopefully it will last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my schedule yet but I'll keep ya posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food?&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty cool meal plan 12 meals a week(2 meals Mon-Fri 1 meal Sat-Sun) and $225 dollars in Flex bucks wich i can use a campus pizzahut , KFC etc... So I think I'll be pretty good with that one...There is a cafe (buffet) and other stuff so I'm cool with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats a lil run thru for you I'm makin it through sofar enjoying lil parties and things like that its really fun watching the frats and Sororities stepping through the crowds at the parties...But of course ever good thing has a dark spot and mine is Financial Aid...Im workin on it though but I am gonna need a BIG LOAN (lol) to halp me out...I am definately scholarship hunting hard for next fall cause this money shit is rediculous&lt;br /&gt;But I will keep yall posted on all the happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takin it all in,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-2796362714430476918?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/2796362714430476918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=2796362714430476918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2796362714430476918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2796362714430476918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/08/hbcwho.html' title='I love my FAM fam!!!'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-2344048749975825602</id><published>2007-08-12T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:59:48.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Quip'/><title type='text'>3 Months Later...Feels Like 3 Lifetimes</title><content type='html'>~7 Days Left~&lt;br /&gt;Well Hello...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have been gone for 3 months and now I'm back ...to stay (I promise).&lt;br /&gt;Lets start off with the obvious...yes I have changed the name and look of my Blog... I am starting College at Florida A&amp;m University in 7 days (explaining the header). So I have matured my blog im gonna be a college girl! So much has gone on in the past 3 months, Im gonna try to give you the condensed version. Prepare for a really long sentence....Im still with Red,I still talk to Looney but he knows the deal now we have no future even hough he broke up with Mrs. Looney, obviously I've been accepted into FAMU, Im back in New Orleans for 2 weeks(now 1 more week) until I got off to school, My DADis driving me there..along with my brother and step sister(yeah i will DEFINATELY write about that intresting 6 hours), my mom and I are still close, shes having alot of health problems though and Im really worried about her, I start school in a week but that bootleg ass university still hasn't sent me a Financial Aid packet(despite my frequent calling to their office), I talked to my roomate a lil bit she seems cool but the jury is still out, I have everything for my dorm(basically), My Nanny, Father , and Grandmother(dads side) are STILL crazy, I still haven't figured out a sure fire way to tell them how I feel, and I soo excited about school my head is about to explode!!!! Whew deep breathe....So THATS the condesnsed version...I'll be talkin and talklin about gettin ready for school, school and everything in between like studying cold pizza at 4 am. Stay Tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the Beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-2344048749975825602?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/2344048749975825602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=2344048749975825602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2344048749975825602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/2344048749975825602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-months-laterfeels-like-3-lifetimes.html' title='3 Months Later...Feels Like 3 Lifetimes'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-557268567621734073</id><published>2007-05-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:55:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SeniorCitizen</title><content type='html'>I am stuck in a tornado made by myself. I have so much on my mind right now between graduating, prom, scholarships and getting into college. My head is about to explode. I really need a day planner for all the things that are going on. But im focused on so many diferent things I'll probably loose the darn thing. Being a senior sucks right about now. All of my friends in New Orleans graduated already and I'm really hating on them...seriously. Its not fair they no longer have to worry about all the crap I'm worrying about. It's like as the time gets closer its goes slower. I'm not in a rush to go to college im just in a rush to stop stressing. I know its a short post but I just had to try to calm the storm well at least in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;                                 Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-557268567621734073?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/557268567621734073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=557268567621734073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/557268567621734073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/557268567621734073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/05/seniorcitizen.html' title='SeniorCitizen'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-6819825047598309534</id><published>2007-05-08T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:34:45.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulb Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Letting the Looney Past Go</title><content type='html'>Im learning something... You can not enjoy your future when the past is constantly calling you on the phone. Red (below) is a part of my future, someone who I want to include in what I have plannned for myself. And then there's Loony he wasn't always loony...okay yes he was but I just didn't wanna see it. He was my first everything. So letting him go has been a very hard task. We've both tried not talking ands just erasing eachother out of our lives but that plan didn't work at all. Eventually we were on the phone again pretending like we didn't have separate lives.&lt;br /&gt;So you know what I've got going, on school, Red, college etc. Loony has a girlfriend also, she's 25 (five years older than him) and has a kid. I do not mind talking to Looney sometimes but sometimes its pointless like when he talks about them shopping for sex toys(that they plan on using every night) or what kind of panties she wears ooor what kind of kinky lingerie he's getting here for Mother's Day!!! What makes him think I want to listen to that shit...ever!!! But this is the thing that gets me...he needs me. He needs me to talk to about the crazy things Mrs.Looney does or when they get into huge fight or when he is suicidal. This is where my issue with my Father comes up because when I needed him most he wasn't there and I feel as though I was the black sheep he just didn't &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; me in his new life.&lt;br /&gt;I have known Looney for basically 2 years dated him for 1 and the things that he told me on the phone last night made me feel like I'd only just met him during that phone conversation. He basically said that he and his girlfriend got into a big argument and it ended with him being pretty abusive to her throwing her out his house and effing up her car. I sat in a fake suprise, I call it fake because I wanted to be surprised because he had never been that way with me but I couldn't be because I really knew how crazy he had become. And then the icing on the cake was that she stayed with him and he just bought her a $1000 dollar promise ring.(yeah right, its such an engagement ring I just think he doesnt wanna tell me) and she STILL wants to have a kid with him.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am officially through he is not only Looney he is confused. I used to be confused but I'm not any more. My mind is clear, you are not gonna call me at 12 o'clock at night telling me how much you care for me and wanna get back with me one day then tell me how you wanna start a family and eventually marry someone else. I have learned that life goes on and we're NOT gonna be in love with eachother for the rest of our lives. Thats it...I have Red now who is in no way confused or ABUSIVE or LOONEY so its time to let the past go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Looney, it was fun you gave me alot but you gotta deal with youreself by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Letting Go (for real),&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-6819825047598309534?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/6819825047598309534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=6819825047598309534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/6819825047598309534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/6819825047598309534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/05/letting-looney-past-go.html' title='Letting the Looney Past Go'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-6828519765044807400</id><published>2007-04-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:09:16.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>InpspiRED</title><content type='html'>Okay let me tell ya'll about somebody moms don't even know about (well kinda). We'll just call him Red. I met Red when I attended Higgins High School (New Orleans, La). I think he was the only good thing that came out of that aggrivating school. Red is tall and he's a football player so he's pretty stocky he has long hair, his skin is a Indian red (caramel color with a red undertone for all ya'll non southern people)therefore he gets the name Red. Red, like any male, has good qualities and bad qualities. He's sweet, funny, crazy(thats good and bad), smart, caring, and talented. On the other hand he's got a temper(but never against me), he likes to drink (not a angry drunk), and he's not graduating from highschool this year(couple of bad descisions in middle school). But honestly despite those things he is some one I would like to spend the rest of my life with. You just can tell sometimes when someone really cares about you and doesn't have any other hidden agendas. One of the things I REALLY like about Red is that he has a P-L-A-N. He wants to go to college and major in engineering. He wants to do what he loves and not do what he has to do to get by. I have been taught all my life that that is something I will never have to worry about if I achieve all my goals. He believes the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even gonna front ya'll when I first met this dude he was last on my list. I mean really I wasn't even kinda interested. But being the nice person that I am I gave him a chance and we got to know eachother. Unfortunately, when we had just decided to start a relationship I found out that I had to move to Columbus, Ohio : ( (Sux 2 B Me). So since I moved up here last year we've been talking ALOT on the phone. He always called me 'wifey' but I got tired of dealing with these a**hole dudes in Columbus and decided to get into a real relationship with him. The long distance thing is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; gonna suck exspecially when I move to Florida for school but I just have to stick with it because I know no other guy cares about me as much as he does right now. And whats better then a guy who sincerely cares about you and thats not perfect but perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Red Finally,&lt;br /&gt;                                Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-6828519765044807400?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/6828519765044807400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=6828519765044807400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/6828519765044807400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/6828519765044807400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/04/inpspired.html' title='InpspiRED'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-5990253754691031712</id><published>2007-04-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:10:08.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulb Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>Real Wolves Don't Give a Sh*t About Sheeps Clothing</title><content type='html'>The above statement is beyond true for me right now. I have a part-time job at Wendy's out here in Columbus, when I first got this job I was too excited. It was a pretty cool job and my co-workers were as cool as could be. But now....I would like to blow that entire place to smithereens!!! Yes smithereeens...What I didn't know was that fast food is not only filled with fattening food but also people who don't give a damn about you or your feelings that will stab you in the back or straight up disrespect you just for a freaking laugh. I knew that there was wolves in sheeps clothing but I didn't know there was wolves who would stand straight in your face and be a wolf like aint a damn thing wrong with it. But hey, you learn something new everyday. Well for now I have to put my thick skin on for these next two months that I'll be working at that hell hole and "G up!" like my friend would say. But to all ya'll wolves out there I'm giving ya'll a shout out cause it takes alot of balls to have no heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing Wolves,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-5990253754691031712?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/5990253754691031712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=5990253754691031712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/5990253754691031712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/5990253754691031712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-wolves-dont-give-sht-about-sheeps.html' title='Real Wolves Don&apos;t Give a Sh*t About Sheeps Clothing'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476404413198472594.post-5304444529402097080</id><published>2007-04-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:11:14.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting and Raving'/><title type='text'>"Give us us Spring !"</title><content type='html'>Why is it cold?&lt;br /&gt;For the people who don't know by now it is APRIL !!! Why is it 33 degrees and snowing outside my window? Today is the first day of SPRING break, not winter break. It's supposed to represent a new beginning for nature and everything, yet I am still stuck in this cold crap of a place. Okay so it got warm for a good couple of days, just enough for you to get all comfortable and happy. Then you get slapped in the face with freaking cold. Great, just great. I personally do not have a problem with cold weather but I am at a point where I am ready to see change. I mean I'm getting ready to graduate, go on my first trip out of the country by myself, and in some months I will be starting college. So I really need some warmth right now to help me along and keep me from trying to get my lazy butt back in bed and not do anything with my life. So for right now I am not a happy camper. "Give us us spring!" (inside joke) is what I would like to scream out on my balcony. What I really think I should do is hop on a plane to New Orleans as a stow away....but with my luck I'd get shot for being a terror threat or something. So for now I guess I'll be struggling through this freaking cold until this dumb weather feels it wants to act right. = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuously Freezing,&lt;br /&gt;Tay Lin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476404413198472594-5304444529402097080?l=mommyitsraining.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/feeds/5304444529402097080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476404413198472594&amp;postID=5304444529402097080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/5304444529402097080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476404413198472594/posts/default/5304444529402097080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyitsraining.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-us-us-spring.html' title='&quot;Give us us Spring !&quot;'/><author><name>Tay Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00690201268499707186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr8KhbgPMq8/Sh3_d8zRfEI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ok4AunYNNoI/S220/5555.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
