<?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-3532872400197800079</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:33.686-07:00</updated><category term='Legacy Challenge'/><category term='College'/><category term='Love Family'/><category term='Sims 2 Stories'/><title type='text'>Peachi's Sims</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532872400197800079.post-727296008658155685</id><published>2007-09-22T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:07:33.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Legacy Challenge, College pt III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0Ib8YzyXmjU/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9db85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0Ib8YzyXmjU/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9db85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112924960826618466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiii  *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah screw Jennifer blah blah... I don't even wanna talk about that crazy chick.  And yup, I'm back with Vanessa... she's the best thing for me since sliced bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Vanessa?  Why not "Tastee" or Viola?  Well damn... those were some hot chicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah nah... they weren't right for me... I mean, I tried to take Tastee out on a date a few months back... remember, I told you we set a date after meeting outside of my econ class??  Well lemme tell you... that chick is SUPER WACKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm out with Tastee at this tight little jazz lounge... we're enjoying ourselves... chilling...you know you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who walks in?  VIOLA.  So I play it cool and I introduce the two chicks... keep in mind, Viola and I never hooked up... we just "flirted" with each other, ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I introduce the two chicks... and Tastee starts WHILING OUT on me!!  Talking 'bout "who the hell is this?"  and "Don't you know this is my man?!"  Getting all up in Viola's face and whatnot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um excuse me?!  Wtf?  Tastee was tripping!  So I try and cool Tastee out... pull her to the side... and Viola starts bugging out too!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this heffa did?  She SLAPPED me... SLAPPED ME!  Like it was a damn duel or something!!  Oh hell naw my dude, I had to dipset after that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... these chicks, I tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcnI/AAAAAAAAALE/j7uxO2kMdY8/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9d122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcnI/AAAAAAAAALE/j7uxO2kMdY8/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9d122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112924960826618482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vanessa's not like that... she's not into the bball fame... and she definitely doesn't judge me for the crap I put her (and half the woman on this campus...*cringes*) through...she keeps me focused too.  My head's definitely been on straight since we started dating again... my scoring average is up, the team is winning, my GPA has risen because V helps me study... man this girl is heaven sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcoI/AAAAAAAAALM/bvW0j-DFLXM/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9d134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcoI/AAAAAAAAALM/bvW0j-DFLXM/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9d134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112924960826618498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus she's the hottest little piece I've ever had!  It's like I can't keep my hands off of her... but not in a bad way, not like with Jennifer... this feels real...like something special.  Maybe even...love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhhhh chill chill chill... not ready for love my dude!  But I am ready to get some action...and damn if V isn't down for anything either!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKpVMcpI/AAAAAAAAALU/MClfeJDyLuo/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9d1cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKpVMcpI/AAAAAAAAALU/MClfeJDyLuo/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9d1cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112924965121585810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm Len definitely has a way of ruining a moment... nosey much homie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKpVMcqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SMIP28GkF_M/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9d299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKpVMcqI/AAAAAAAAALc/SMIP28GkF_M/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9d299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112924965121585826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell no!!  That's her new boytoy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls over dying with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW...wow...wow...poor Len, I need to warn him while I still can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFgpVMcrI/AAAAAAAAALk/vjwxHptCGX0/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9db2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFgpVMcrI/AAAAAAAAALk/vjwxHptCGX0/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9db2f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928641613591218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... before I go, I gotta tell you this one last trippy story... kinda weird but bear with me, I promise its hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm chilling at the library one night around 10:30 (V tells me that I need to study more and need to keep my head in the books if I want to get to the league)... and I see my homeboy "bubble-guts Dirk"... he's damn near running out of the library wearing this nasty ass black dirty blazer...so I'm like "Dirk!  Whattup dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dirk being... well a freaking weirdo, pauses for two seconds and says "I'm quite busy at the moment...tally ho old chap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like "nah dude... you can't play me like that...remember how I looked out for you freshman year?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dirk pauses again, right... taps his peanut head and says "hmmm... I understand the validity of that statement... you shall be repaid in kind dear sir" and runs out of the library into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, when I tell you I laughed for ten straight minutes, I am not lying!  I figured old boy musta had the runs... pretty typical with Dirk you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFgpVMcsI/AAAAAAAAALs/mPOci8xndgc/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9dde0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFgpVMcsI/AAAAAAAAALs/mPOci8xndgc/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9dde0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928641613591234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around 12:30 the library closes and I head back to the crib... decide to watch a lil tv before I hit the sack and chill out... around 2:30 I get a knock on my door... so I'm like "who the hell is this?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ignore the door and keep on watching tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm pissed off... I know it's not V because she's out of town at some cheerleader camp and ish... and nobody else would dare come to my room after midnight unless they were trying to hit them draws (and V DEFINITELY put a stop to that ha ha)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say "go away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I hear a HELLA deep voice say "Mr. Washington, open the door immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm freaking out now... is that the damn police?!  Security?!  Did I do something wrong...?  Is Vanessa ok?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open up the door and this big ass hulk hogan looking mofo dressed in all black busts into my room and starts screaming at me!  And get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude starts clucking like a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chicken.  I kid you not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFgpVMctI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H73jOHeQodA/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9ddf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFgpVMctI/AAAAAAAAAL0/H73jOHeQodA/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9ddf7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928641613591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after like 20 seconds of being completely stunned... I'm like "DUDE, GET OUT OF MY ROOM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude just keeps on clucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm beyond angry... I got disturbed for this shit?! Oh hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFg5VMcuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jrojGw4GML0/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9de21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFg5VMcuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jrojGw4GML0/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9de21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928645908558562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and go for dude and BOOM... he busts this jackie chan style move and next thing I know... I'm being HANDCUFFED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mofo say what?!  HANDCUFFED?  oh helllllll naw!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFg5VMcvI/AAAAAAAAAME/FBnSrOZlHpY/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_53f9de27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTFg5VMcvI/AAAAAAAAAME/FBnSrOZlHpY/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_53f9de27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928645908558578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn kid.  It's always the black dude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGC5VMcxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-M1L72RXzC0/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9de5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGC5VMcxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-M1L72RXzC0/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9de5c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112929230024110866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So homie leads me out the door... STILL HANDCUFFED... thank God it was almost 3am... no one saw me leave the dorm.  All I could think about was what my parents were going to say and how disappointed they were going to be... would coach kick me off the team?  Oh snap, would Vanessa be able to bail me out?  Ummm how about wtf did I do?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're walking, I try and talk to "hulk hogan..."  I'm like, "tell me why I'm being arrested... this is agains the law"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude is silent... we walk for a little bit longer and I notice that we're walking towards a stretch limo... not a police car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm freaking out... a limo, not a cop car?  Who was this dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude WHERE are you taking me?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."  Those were the last two words he spat at me as he shoved me into the back of the limo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGC5VMcyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X1Qud1EEuxM/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9df06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGC5VMcyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X1Qud1EEuxM/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9df06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112929230024110882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dove for what felt like about an hour... in silence the whole time.  I'm thinking to myself, "this is on some real kidnapper type ish right here!"  Then we pulled up in front of this HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE MANSION...I mean it was like the biggest house I'd ever seen with all kinds of freaky shit in the front yard... "Hulk Hogan" undid my cuffs and literally kicked my black ass out of the car... I fell to the sidewalk, looked up and who did I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dirk?!  Dirk is that YOU?  What the hell is going on?!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Mullet-headed bubble guts Dirk was standing right in front of me wearing that same nasty outfit he had on earlier... He was jumping up and down like a damn clown and laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See I TOLD YOU I'd repay your kindness my good man!  Tally hooooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGC5VMczI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UtFo-F3-3fk/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9df1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGC5VMczI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UtFo-F3-3fk/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9df1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112929230024110898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm right.  I was still totally confused by Dirk's (and Hulk Hogan... man I still don't trust that dude) behavior... next thing I know, Dirk is ripping off my t-shirt (I was pissed... that ish was Armani son!) and throwing another ugly ass blazer on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dirk...what the fu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My good man, welcome to the club!  I'm the president of the oldest and most prestigious secret society on Campus... The Society for Preservation of Randy Llamas!  Please, enjoy your membership... we shall help you with any endeavors you may hope to achieve... and remember, tell no one!  You will recognize another Randy LLama only by our secret handshake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGDJVMc0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/o3-UrOe-VBM/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9e0d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTGDJVMc0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/o3-UrOe-VBM/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9e0d7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112929234319078210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude the next 24 hours FLEW by... the society started me off by teaching me all of the rituals... the Randly Llama fight song... the cluck cluck chicken secret handshake... it was crazy!  And man... that HOUSE!  We had ish for days... stuff you can't even imagine (and I guess technically... that I can't tell you about?  HA!)... my favorite part though is the mini golf course... I know I know, I'm a simple dude... but boy do I love mini golf... ha ha watch out tiger woods!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532872400197800079-727296008658155685?l=peachichica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/727296008658155685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532872400197800079&amp;postID=727296008658155685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/727296008658155685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/727296008658155685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/2007/09/legacy-challenge-college-pt-iii.html' title='Legacy Challenge, College pt III'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvTCKZVMcmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0Ib8YzyXmjU/s72-c/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9db85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532872400197800079.post-7884621967533021129</id><published>2007-09-21T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:43:32.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Legacy Challenge, College pt II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnJVMcSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8NN8KPUlmgE/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9be84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnJVMcSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8NN8KPUlmgE/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9be84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735239236251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back!  *sings welcome back welcome back welcome backkkkkkk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last time we got up I was totally about to score with Jennifer... welllll it didn't exactly happen... she pretty much led me along for the semester and headed back out to California when the semester was over for the Summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me... I did pretty badly academically during my sophomore year... my coach told me I was too girl crazy and that I needed to get my act together.  Whatever dude, I'm still busting fools asses on the court and winning games right?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was bummed out because I thought Jennifer had graduated and was gone forever... but when I got back to campus in the Fall... she was totally there... and totally feeling me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask her WHY she was still in school... I'm not trying to piss her off, I''m just trying to get in them draws dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnJVMcTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y1IcFkeDjmc/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9beab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnJVMcTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y1IcFkeDjmc/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9beab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735239236251954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... she actually let me make out with her in public... I have a good feeling about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnZVMcUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jjNEzgpvgBE/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9bf06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnZVMcUI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jjNEzgpvgBE/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9bf06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735243531219266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not such a great feeling about THIS... ugh GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnZVMcVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PyXISYJeO0k/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9bf4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnZVMcVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PyXISYJeO0k/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9bf4a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735243531219282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Michael Jackson Moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HOOOOOOOOOOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[author's sidenote... So besides randomly groping chicks, throwing waterballoons, and listening to his ipod, Clark autonomously loves to splash in puddles... but only at night.  It's sooooo strange!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnpVMcWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zMfYeoxlIzU/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9c029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnpVMcWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zMfYeoxlIzU/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9c029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735247826186594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man things have been really good between me and Jennifer... she actually runs out to greet me after I get home from basketball practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYUpVMcXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PaC7cBsIBDw/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9c35f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYUpVMcXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PaC7cBsIBDw/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9c35f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112738219943555442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for basketball... well things haven't been going so hot... we lost to Simdiana University last weekend... their our HUGE arch-rivals and we haven't lost to them in over 5 years... I kinda feel like it's my fault since my head wasn't in the game... all I could think about was Jennifer... anyway, we lost by 2 points and though our season record is still the best in our conference, our fans are pretty pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just yesterday as I was leaving practice, some crazy granola chick tried to threaten me on the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYUpVMcYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/GSZIjTlMVjs/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9c368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYUpVMcYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/GSZIjTlMVjs/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9c368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112738219943555458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started screaming about "terrible...you suck...blah blah blah"... I wasn't even trying to HEAR that until she got all up in my face... I had to give her the "HO SIT DOWN" face to make her back the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYUpVMcZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S_qw4_8kOa0/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9c4ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYUpVMcZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/S_qw4_8kOa0/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9c4ff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112738219943555474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I met this real cute freshman chick while I was leaving my econ class the other day... she told me her name was "Tastee" and she'd be happy to "taste me"... whaaaaaaaaaatttttt?!  I guess being the star basketball player has it's perks!  We're supposed to go to a party on Saturday night... no need to tell Jennifer right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYU5VMcaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RGbO-RLpo58/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9c794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYU5VMcaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RGbO-RLpo58/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9c794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112738224238522786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh I forgot to tell you about this dude named "Dirk" who lives in my dorm... we're kinda cool in all but homeboy STAYS blowing up the bathroom... it's hilarious!  He must be hiding cancer in his crap cuz that shit stinkkkkkkkssss!  Plus dude has a mullet... his whole entire existence is COMEDY GOLD.  Jokes jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYU5VMcbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OMp8kxQEfxU/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9ca20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQYU5VMcbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OMp8kxQEfxU/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9ca20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112738224238522802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is my chemistry lab parter Len.  Don't mind the scary hair, he's a cool dude.  He's helped me jumpstart my junior year GPA... never would have been able to get through chem without this dude!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually connect on a lot of things... he's given me a lot of ideas for getting my money straight so that after college I can buy a house and start saving for my car dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNZVMccI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgKth78mPfk/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9cb16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNZVMccI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgKth78mPfk/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9cb16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112741393924387266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR DEVELOPMENT FOLKS... IT'S CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I'm hanging out with Jennifer... we're goofing off... pillowfighting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNpVMcdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/avUxmtuTMUc/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9cb9b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNpVMcdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/avUxmtuTMUc/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9cb9b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112741398219354578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jennifer totally grabs my ass... and then starts grabbing a lot more!  WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNpVMceI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-AVK3q13Jrk/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9cc39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNpVMceI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-AVK3q13Jrk/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9cc39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112741398219354594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, we're making out in her bed... and BOOM she's giving up the goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I scored with Jennifer... NO ONE scores with Jennifer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNpVMcfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LUxiEtENbcA/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9cd1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbNpVMcfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LUxiEtENbcA/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9cd1d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112741398219354610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I was so excited that I didn't even CARE that she kicked me out of her room, leaving me standing in the hallway at 3am damn near butt nekkid... I did it!  Ahhhh I smashed Jennifer!  Oh shit son oh shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbN5VMcgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H85_mQ7FSxQ/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9cdd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQbN5VMcgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H85_mQ7FSxQ/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9cdd7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112741402514321922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wait, why is Jennifer walking around in HER underwear in front of Len?  Not cool... I'm really not that hype anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGJVMchI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EM2JtPaTqQU/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9ce42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGJVMchI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EM2JtPaTqQU/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9ce42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112743468393591314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ahhhh is that my coach?  What the hell is he doing here?  Ok I gotta go hide before he spots me and whups my ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGZVMciI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gIusgLfnJVE/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9cf5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGZVMciI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gIusgLfnJVE/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9cf5c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112743472688558626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later that night I decided to confront Jennifer... I asked her what the hell was wrong with her, walking around in her undies right in front of Len and half the dorm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... if that ho didn't give me the nastiest response I've EVER gotten from a chick... talking 'bout... "you don't own me negro!"  and "I do what I want... I did you didn't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mouth hangs open*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn... she only wanted ME for the business?  Stop playing, that's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't that crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGZVMcjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xA-ge9EdQ6A/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9cf5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGZVMcjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/xA-ge9EdQ6A/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9cf5f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112743472688558642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me that she didn't love me (didn't ask her to)... and that she didn't even really like me (damn that one hurt)... she started to walk away so I grabbed her stank ass and tried to get her to talk to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGZVMckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4hdNVIrMPs4/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_53f9d03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGZVMckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4hdNVIrMPs4/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_53f9d03a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112743472688558658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh don't you get it it Clark?  My goal in life is to sleep with at least 20 different sims!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[author's sidenote... that really is her life aspiration... hence her not being Clark's perfect match lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... that was cold-blooded.  As I stood there screaming at her and seeing her stony face, I realized she wasn't worth it.  So I left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGpVMclI/AAAAAAAAAK0/675Mez7DpAI/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9d0c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQdGpVMclI/AAAAAAAAAK0/675Mez7DpAI/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9d0c7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112743476983525970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who did I run back to?  Good old Vanessa who welcomed me back with wide open arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532872400197800079-7884621967533021129?l=peachichica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/7884621967533021129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532872400197800079&amp;postID=7884621967533021129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/7884621967533021129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/7884621967533021129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/2007/09/legacy-challenge-college-pt-ii.html' title='Legacy Challenge, College pt II'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQVnJVMcSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8NN8KPUlmgE/s72-c/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9be84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532872400197800079.post-3473222295671002657</id><published>2007-09-21T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:01:02.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Legacy Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5ZVMb0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KCRR5ghdwKw/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f992e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5ZVMb0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KCRR5ghdwKw/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f992e8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112681676699103042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Author's note: This is my first LEGACY CHALLENGE.  I decided to start my sim CLARK WASHINGTON in college because well... college in real life is pretty damn cool.  I quickly realized that college sucks in the damn sim world, but at least it allowed me to have some hilarious interactions and for Clark to make some friends and find a suitable "mate."  I pretty much left it on autonomous and let the sims do them!  I'll fill in Clark's wants/stats when I remember but for right now his lifetime aspiration is to earn 100,000!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5pVMb1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uvvLVOnqKzo/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f99958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5pVMb1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uvvLVOnqKzo/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f99958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112681680994070354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Clark Washington.  I was adopted by two wonderful sim parents and raised in suburban Atlanta.  I had a pretty awesome childhood and I'm totally ready for college.  I won an athletic scholarship to play basketball for a D1 Sim School... Sim State University!  It doesn't get much better than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you thinking that I'm just another dumb jock.  My goal in life is to earn enough money to retire from my sports career track and open a car dealership.  Pretty funky huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... to make it to the top and make that simoola, I gotta keep my body in shape... hence me exercising all over my crappy dorm.  It gets the job done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5pVMb2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ByULvboMyyE/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9a2c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5pVMb2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ByULvboMyyE/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9a2c8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112681680994070370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to talk about sports.  That's all I talk about...all...the...damn...time [author's sidenote: seriously, that's all he refuses to talk about...stinkin jock!].  College is pretty cool because you get to meet all of this dope people who'll listen to anything you say, without even knowing your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk55VMb3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aJXJmDnjomM/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9b064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk55VMb3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aJXJmDnjomM/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9b064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112681685289037682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is also cool because of the CHICKS.  Man, they're everywhere!  I went to play pools with some of my boys and I ended up dancing all night with this hot little cheerleader named Vanessa.  She's Filipino and adopted, like me - from New Jersey.  We hit it off right away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk55VMb4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/i3mwtRsHpms/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b0a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk55VMb4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/i3mwtRsHpms/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b0a7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112681685289037698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like REALLY hit it off right away...holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[author's sidenote: um... they really did hit it off right away and just randomly start making out and groping each other... it's pretty funny, that's all they do to each other, they never chat or anything...just sex sex sex all day long]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlQ5VMb5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hfA9SzDLHS0/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9b2e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlQ5VMb5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hfA9SzDLHS0/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9b2e8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682080426028946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But college is full of limitless opportunities right?  And while Vanessa is a pretty young thing... there's this baaaaaadddddd chick who lives right down the hall from me.  Her name is Jennifer and she's a junior from California.  She's pretty mean though... she acts as if I don't exist and doesn't get along with any of the girls in the dorm... you might call it impossible but I call it a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlQ5VMb6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/M0zmGRo-1CA/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9b46b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlQ5VMb6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/M0zmGRo-1CA/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9b46b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682080426028962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course in college you get the resident weirdos/perverts/general freaks of nature... for some reason my dorm seems to have a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point... this douchebag "Chris."  Everyone in the dorm hates him... and I mean everyone.  He'll probably grow up to be Charlie Manson or something - is that a post college career option?  If not, it totally should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the girl is Jan.  She's my hall neighbor and she's hella cool.  I'll talk about her more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlQ5VMb7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SLvmtqqaCG4/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9b4d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlQ5VMb7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SLvmtqqaCG4/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9b4d1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682080426028978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to playing ball and training for the big leagues, I have to get my study on as often as possible so I don't flunk out.    But it's kind of hard when you have all kinds of distractions like your team mascot stalking you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[author's sidenote: if you woohoo with a mascot they keep their uniform... HILAROUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlRJVMb8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sjLfN8WxB4A/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_53f9b50c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlRJVMb8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sjLfN8WxB4A/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_53f9b50c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682084720996290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the hot chick on your floor studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaks out in cold sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlRJVMb9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/32MpXOBK0_c/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9b56f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPlRJVMb9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/32MpXOBK0_c/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9b56f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682084720996306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the hot chick taking a break from studying to come and introduce herself to you WHEN SHE REFUSES TO GIVE THE TIME OF DAY TO ANYONE ELSE ON THE FLOOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmC5VMb_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/UB_VdrvTcLw/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9b585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmC5VMb_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/UB_VdrvTcLw/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9b585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682939419488242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she flirting?  Dude, who CARES!  Jennifer talked to me!  To quote Dave Chappelle... "gotcha bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmDJVMcAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KK4QnrYpdWQ/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9b613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmDJVMcAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KK4QnrYpdWQ/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_93f9b613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682943714455554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya Chris was a douchebag... he tried to pick a fight so I had to beat his ass... and the funny thing is, over the course of the next 3 years he stayed picking fights with me!  I guess douchebags never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmDJVMcBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OS2v9XDeJ9I/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9b722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmDJVMcBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OS2v9XDeJ9I/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9b722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682943714455570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally spotted another hot chick in the cafeteria today... her name is Viola and she's pretty cool.  Maybe I'll holla at her on the sly...hope she doesn't catch me checking out her butt!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmDJVMcCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TRb946K_Gqk/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9b79a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmDJVMcCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TRb946K_Gqk/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9b79a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112682943714455586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh this dude again.  I don't even know his name and he keeps trying to talk to me about famous films.  Dude, it's not that deep.  GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmiZVMcDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MVHP0U5jLkQ/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmiZVMcDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MVHP0U5jLkQ/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112683480585367602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you haven't noticed by now... it's my sophomore year.  I did really well my freshman year... 3.5 GPA and made Dean's List once!  Not bad for a down-south jock, huh?   Oh and Jennifer and I have been chilling more and more... she's just so much fun!  I mean what other chick wants to play rock/paper/scissors all day long?  Maybe this could be the start of something...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmiZVMcEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/T_7dlKJsSzw/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmiZVMcEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/T_7dlKJsSzw/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112683480585367618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there's Vanessa... yikes.  Totally blew her off for Jennifer.  We kind of acknowledge each other when we pass in the hall... but um...yeah, talk about awkkkkkwwwwward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmipVMcFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YUOvxzUIhR8/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b97e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmipVMcFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YUOvxzUIhR8/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_b3f9b97e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112683484880334930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh snap, and I forgot to tell you about this chick who FLAT UP DIED in the dorm?!  Can you believe that?!  Just laid down in the hallway and started screaming... ish was scary as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmi5VMcGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/R7hHAy_Vog8/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9b9b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmi5VMcGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/R7hHAy_Vog8/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9b9b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112683489175302242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death showed up and carted homegirl away... I think some of the girls in the dorm took it pretty hard.  Personally I didn't know her but it was still kind of freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmi5VMcHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zQDAB28Hk-g/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9baea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPmi5VMcHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zQDAB28Hk-g/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_33f9baea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112683489175302258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the girl who took her dorm room was actually kind of cute... in a strange way I guess...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sidenote:... new girl is CRAZY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPnPJVMcKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MZ_6OWqNz1E/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9bbe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPnPJVMcKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MZ_6OWqNz1E/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9bbe4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112684249384513698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um yeah... where was I... oh yeah!  So homegirl died... Jennifer took it pretty hard.  She was all freaked out and kept claiming to have seen the ghost of the dead chick... I definitely stepped in to comfort her... and it totally brought us closer together...SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPnPZVMcLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UZ-eIHTpZhQ/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9bbe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPnPZVMcLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UZ-eIHTpZhQ/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9bbe9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112684253679481010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me flirting with her really got her mind off of ghosts and other nonsense... we actually had a real conversation... about music.  I learned that she played the Violin and was a huge classical music fan... me, personally, I'm a hip hop head... but Jennifer doesn't need to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPnPZVMcMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OeC6fugnyHU/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9bce0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPnPZVMcMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OeC6fugnyHU/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_d3f9bce0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112684253679481026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a sophomore, since my grades were so hot, I was offered a job as a tutor... and guess who one of my tutees (is that even a word?) is?  Yup, that random hot chick Viola.  Wow, she sure is cute... not Jennifer hot... not even Vanessa hot... but man she'd make a nice little side-piece NAHHHHH MEANNNN?!?!?!  Yeah, I'm an asshole...and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQTipVMcOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UZCJJDc-TYo/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9bd47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQTipVMcOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UZCJJDc-TYo/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_13f9bd47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112732962903584994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tutoring, I usually like to relax by jamming to my ipod... lately though "cute but kinda weird" girl has been following me all over the place... now that I look closer... she's really not that cute... ok so her new name will be "fugly weird girl"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQTipVMcPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/prcj2PMvXFw/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9bd4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQTipVMcPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/prcj2PMvXFw/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f9bd4d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112732962903585010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you caught me in a "rock out with my cock out moment"... whatever, this song RULES.  Plus I'm psyched cuz I have a date with Jennifer tonight...yup, a REAL date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQTi5VMcRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BE2-l3TXfwc/s1600-h/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9be13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvQTi5VMcRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BE2-l3TXfwc/s400/snapshot_93f992e7_73f9be13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112732967198552338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... see I told you this chick was weird!  I can't even have a private moment with the girl I'm trying to bang without this stalker chick showing up... ok from now on, her name is "fugly stalker chick."   Can a brother live?  I'm saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532872400197800079-3473222295671002657?l=peachichica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/3473222295671002657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532872400197800079&amp;postID=3473222295671002657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/3473222295671002657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/3473222295671002657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/2007/09/legacy-challenge.html' title='Legacy Challenge'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RvPk5ZVMb0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KCRR5ghdwKw/s72-c/snapshot_93f992e7_f3f992e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532872400197800079.post-6501583649079603015</id><published>2007-09-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:37:20.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Family'/><title type='text'>The Love Family: Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutqc7rpuwI/AAAAAAAAABk/xmZJAJPNM6U/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdbb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutqc7rpuwI/AAAAAAAAABk/xmZJAJPNM6U/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdbb7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295247471622914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last left the Love Family, Asia had just accepted a substantial cash gift from Annie McLauren to help her ever-expanding family.  Annie had also promised Asia that she had another surprise in store for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the doorbell rang at 7:30am.  Already up and dressed (because she had to feed baby Daniel), Asia quickly answered the doorbell... "I wonder if this has to do with Annie's surprise..." she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia opened the door she was assaulted with a wave of intense thrift-store perfume.  An terribly dressed elderly woman stood on Asia's doorstep clutching a rumpled purse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Mrs. Holger, I'm your hired nanny," the senior citizen murmered.  Inwardly Asia cringed.  Personally she trusted no one with baby Daniel outside of herself, Orlando, and Vamsi but Asia knew that Annie was only trying to help lighten the load.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good-morning Mrs. Holger, so glad to have you here!"  Asia decided to give the elderly woman a shot thinking... what's the harm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutqdLrpuxI/AAAAAAAAABs/j6cHnyBlLH4/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_13ecdb7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutqdLrpuxI/AAAAAAAAABs/j6cHnyBlLH4/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_13ecdb7b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295251766590226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia soon regretted her actions... she wondered where in the hell Annie found this nutcase!  The first sign that Mrs. Holger was batty was her refusal to have skin-to-skin contact with Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babies are full of germs... I will look after your son, but I will not touch!" she insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutqdLrpuyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfubSd8gJZI/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdb81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutqdLrpuyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfubSd8gJZI/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdb81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295251766590242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia's second warning signal came when Mrs. Holger let Orlando's borderline schitzophrenic college buddy George into the house.  Asia hated George mainly because he refused to wear any type of clothing aside from cut off jeans... but also because he refused to bathe and was married to the town jump-off.  "Disgusting" Asia muttered watching George and Mrs. Holger ham it up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What an utterly charming gentleman" cooed Mrs. Holger as Asia fumed in the corner and passive-aggressive Orlando attempted to usher George out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutqdLrpuzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mHmmN5qWSFg/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3ecdb96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutqdLrpuzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mHmmN5qWSFg/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3ecdb96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295251766590258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and final straw for Asia was Mrs. Holger's complete disregard for personal property.  The woman insisted on banging on Orlando's vintage drum set and panhandling her employers for money!  After seeing Mrs. Holger playing on his drums, Orlando quickly fired her and kicked her out the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you find this nutcase?" he asked Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia hesitated... if she answered "Annie," Orlando would know that she took a financial gift from someone else.  But if remained silent, Orlando would once again doubt her intelligence and her abilities to make wise decisions.  She decided the latter was the safest bet and she would earn Orlando's respect in some other manner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutqdbrpu0I/AAAAAAAAACE/oKYQCB5PdCo/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3ecdc12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutqdbrpu0I/AAAAAAAAACE/oKYQCB5PdCo/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3ecdc12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295256061557570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about it Orlando" Asia said wearily.  "I made a mistake and went with a poor agency... I'll just continue to look after Daniel myself."  As if on cue Daniel started screaming his head off, demanding a fresh diaper and a new bottle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All at once it felt like too much for Asia.  She was exhausted, and her back and her feet hurt.  Even worse, the past few weeks had been so tense and terse that she felt a sinking weight in her belly that had nothing to do with the baby's kicking.  It was a new kind of feeling, one that left her feeling tired all the time and depressed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrAbrpu1I/AAAAAAAAACM/ajEjoutsQcs/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdc35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrAbrpu1I/AAAAAAAAACM/ajEjoutsQcs/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdc35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295857356979026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing something completely off about Asia's mood, Orlando volunteered to take over the house chores for the evening.  Asia was shocked to see Orlando dusting, vacuuming, and taking out the trash.  He even changed Daniel's diaper - a chore he once swore that he'd never allow himself to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrArrpu2I/AAAAAAAAACU/salqTPwxw6w/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_73ecdd22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrArrpu2I/AAAAAAAAACU/salqTPwxw6w/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_73ecdd22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295861651946338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asia, you need to rest" Orlando said gently as he lifted Daniel out of Asia's arms.  Asia felt her eyes well up with tears.  Who was this gentle, kind, caring man?  Was this the man she fell in love with during college?  The one who used to attend Temple with her and cook her sunday brunch?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia lay down for a nap on the couch she contemplated her position in life.  As she drifted off to sleep she thought "maybe this is the re-invention of our relationship... maybe we are communicating!"  And yet, despite such happy thoughts, Asia still couldn't shake that hopeless and overwhelming feeling that lay on her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrArrpu3I/AAAAAAAAACc/b9Y0r_RofSw/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdd90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrArrpu3I/AAAAAAAAACc/b9Y0r_RofSw/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdd90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295861651946354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately attempting to cheer Asia up, Orlando put Daniel down for bed and cooked Asia's favorite meal of Salmon and roasted vegetables.  As he prepared the food, he tried to remain positive thinking - "everything tastes better when seasoned with love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrArrpu4I/AAAAAAAAACk/2QFNc1rQeZE/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_53ecddb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutrArrpu4I/AAAAAAAAACk/2QFNc1rQeZE/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_53ecddb8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110295861651946370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia meanwhile couldn't snap out of it.  Waking up from her nap, she went to freshen up in the bathroom.  As she stood looking at herself in the mirror, the tears rolled down her face until she was crying hysterically.  Unwilling to let Orlando see herself in this state (and unwilling to explain the unexplainable), Asia quickly took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutxtrrpu6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/asi15JuVYp4/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3ecde19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutxtrrpu6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/asi15JuVYp4/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3ecde19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110303231815826338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia walked over to the table, she couldn't help noticing that Orlando burned the food.  Well, at least he was trying to help around the house.  Asia tried to smile and said "Wow, doesn't this look delicious!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando's face lit up as he said "thank you, I know it's your favorite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inwardly Asia gagged.  The thought of eating the food repulsed her.  She wondered if she had lost her appetite or if it was because the food just looked so unappealing...frankly she didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutxt7rpu7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8XQN7R2mZ2k/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_33ecde23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutxt7rpu7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8XQN7R2mZ2k/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_33ecde23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110303236110793650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the meal, Orlando tried to bring up the topic of Asia's mood swings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I've noticed you're not your usual happy self... I want you to be happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando continued, saying "I'm serious about this, tell me what I have to do to make you happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia realized that this was a huge window of opportunity - this was the chance she had waited for... to have Orlando treat her as an equal, discuss important issues with her, and discuss the possibility of moving and increasing their finances by letting her change career paths.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutxt7rpu8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Dp_v2qMgByw/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_13ecde38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutxt7rpu8I/AAAAAAAAADE/Dp_v2qMgByw/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_13ecde38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110303236110793666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet Asia couldn't bring herself to say anything other than, "I'm just kind of feeling down... under the weather.  Maybe it's the baby?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando looked skeptical but decided to keep his opinion to himself.  The two kept eating in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently Asia kicked herself.  How could she pass up this insane opportunity?!  What was wrong with her?  Asia felt like she was going insane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutxuLrpu9I/AAAAAAAAADM/DaRqtx42TAI/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3ecde52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutxuLrpu9I/AAAAAAAAADM/DaRqtx42TAI/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3ecde52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110303240405760978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up to clear the dishes, Asia started trying to increase her confidence.  As she sat back down next to Orlando, she said... "I think I'd like to...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice trailed off.  She couldn't finish the sentence.  Why was it so hard for her to talk to Orlando?  What was going on with her?  Asia choked back the tears while Orlando quietly finished his meal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutxuLrpu-I/AAAAAAAAADU/gNybk-ftR6k/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3ecdff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutxuLrpu-I/AAAAAAAAADU/gNybk-ftR6k/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3ecdff4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110303240405760994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia went to sleep that night, she thought about how everything in her life had become so crazy in the last few months.  She felt panicked and pressured - like there was no way she could deal with being a mother to two babies under the age of 2.    As she cried herself to sleep, she wondered what she could do to make herself get out of this depressive state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutybbrpu_I/AAAAAAAAADc/mE5vGnXU-68/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_53ece116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutybbrpu_I/AAAAAAAAADc/mE5vGnXU-68/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_53ece116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304017794841586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month passed and Asia was now 9 months pregnant, and a week overdue.  She and Orlando still had no idea the sex of the baby, although Asia strongly believed that it was a girl.  Orlando believed that Asia's mood swings were gone, but what he didn't realize was that Asia had taken to hiding her crying fits from him by sobbing while in the bathroom, or while Orlando was at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8am, Asia and Orlando sat down for breakfast.  Daniel was still sleeping for once (although Asia knew he'd wake up soon and be screaming for his breakfast) so she was savoring the quiet time with Orlando.  Once the baby came, she knew that time would disappear.  Orlando was trying to eat quickly since he had an 8:15am staff meeting at the high school, followed by a day-long field trip to the Parsnip Plains History &amp; Politics Museum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Asia, I'm going to be gone until about 6pm.  Call the office if you have an emergency, my cell phone doesn't get service in the Museum."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia nodded.  She felt a mild burning sensation in her chest... "must be heartburn" she muttered under her breath.  She tried to cough and clear her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando paused mid-bite and said "is everything ok?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine, I'm fine!  Now go, before your late."  With that blessing Orlando ran out the door and headed off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybbrpvAI/AAAAAAAAADk/7LHXr8ur1gc/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_73ece184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybbrpvAI/AAAAAAAAADk/7LHXr8ur1gc/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_73ece184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304017794841602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything wasn't all right.  The burning sensation that Asia thought was heartburn continued.  Coupled with her foul mood, and her depression, Asia pretty much felt like crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she sat on the couch watching soap operas and keeping an eye on Daniel, she wondered if she could be having contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But this feels so different from my first labor with Daniel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugging it off, Asia attributed her physical pain to Orlando's bad cooking.  She tried to relax and enjoy her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybrrpvBI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z1Lqv9r5W60/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_33ece1af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybrrpvBI/AAAAAAAAADs/Z1Lqv9r5W60/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_33ece1af.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304022089808914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with Daniel around it was almost always impossible to relax.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAA" he screamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, what do you want?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia was bewildered and beyond frustrated.  She had just changed Daniel and fed him.  What could he possible want?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of panic, Asia pictured herself shaking Daniel to get him to tell her what he wanted...quickly horrified at her thoughts, Asia shook herself out of it and moaned.  She was feeling worse by the second.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She also realized that Daniel just wanted Asia's attention and affection (as usual).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia stroked Daniel's head she whispered "I'm so sorry, I love you Daniel... I promise, I'll be a bettery mommy!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel responded with a "MAMA," a gurgle, and a smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that some tea would help clear her mind, Asia moved into the kitchen to put the kettle on to boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybrrpvCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gLTDCh8ExHY/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_73ece1b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybrrpvCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gLTDCh8ExHY/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_73ece1b1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304022089808930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia went to fill up the teapot with water, she felt an excrutiating pain cut through her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed... the pain was unlike anything she every faced with Daniel's birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybrrpvDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J-1ncl1E49s/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ece1de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutybrrpvDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J-1ncl1E49s/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ece1de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304022089808946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now Asia was panting... the pain continued and Asia realized that she HAD been in labor since Orlando left early in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh GOD" she screamed as Daniel watched his mother in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzD7rpvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r6KEa89w1wg/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_13ece1e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzD7rpvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r6KEa89w1wg/s400/snapshot_b3eb8493_13ece1e5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304713579543618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia realized that giving birth on the floor of her kitchen was not the plan she intended for this baby... so she dragged her pain filled body to the phone and called 911...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, her kitchen was full of paramedics dragging her and baby Daniel to the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzELrpvFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XUSyHVR_fs/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_93ece1f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzELrpvFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_XUSyHVR_fs/s400/snapshot_b3eb8493_93ece1f7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304717874510930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously Asia was fine... her obgyn told her that the excessive pain she felt during labor had no physical explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every pregnancy is different" he offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia personally thought it had something to do with her moods of late, but she didn't mention it to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia did so well in recovery that they let her leave the hospital within hours of delivering the new baby!  By the time she, Daniel and the new baby got home, Orlando STILL wasn't back from his trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bastard" Asia thought then quickly apologized to whatever higher power was listening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asia sat in the kitchen, feeding baby Daniel and rocking the new baby, she felt a deep emptiness where love used to be.  An emptiness that surrounded her husband, and her children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Asia so depressed?  Well there were clearly many reasons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzELrpvGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Lpt5nJczlLI/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3ece28b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzELrpvGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Lpt5nJczlLI/s400/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3ece28b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304717874510946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the biggest reason being that the new baby was a BOY.  That's right, another boy... a 9lb 8oz baby boy.  Asia was horrified that her thoughts of having a girl had been wrong and doubly horrified at her own thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzEbrpvHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RK2x5nuiRKo/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_53ece2e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RutzEbrpvHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RK2x5nuiRKo/s400/snapshot_b3eb8493_53ece2e1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110304722169478258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we end this chapter, Asia is in turmoil.  As she settled the baby down to sleep, she wondered how she was going to handle this mess, and when Orlando would come home...what will I even name him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked out of the room, a name came to her.  She thought maybe this name symbolized hope for her and the new baby, and her working out her unhappiness issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Israel" she thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a fitting name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, Asia put the baby to sleep and left the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532872400197800079-6501583649079603015?l=peachichica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/6501583649079603015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532872400197800079&amp;postID=6501583649079603015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/6501583649079603015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/6501583649079603015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-family-chapter-2.html' title='The Love Family: Chapter 2'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/Rutqc7rpuwI/AAAAAAAAABk/xmZJAJPNM6U/s72-c/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3ecdbb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532872400197800079.post-8419643651750124489</id><published>2007-09-14T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:08:56.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims 2 Stories'/><title type='text'>The Love Family: Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Real Love: The Love Family, Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J359-DXtHfc/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_73eb8510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J359-DXtHfc/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_73eb8510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110189204729084498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Asia Love - big city girl transitioning into small time life.  Originally from New York City, Asia attended the prestigious Academie LeToure' where she met her husband, Orlando at a Jewish Fellowship meeting.  She and Orlando married during their senior year of college; 9 months later, Asia gave birth to her first son - Daniel - at the age of 23.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s3T3e9rBadc/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3eb8515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s3T3e9rBadc/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_d3eb8515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110189204729084514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pregnant with their second child, Asia and Orlando have chosen to move to Parsnip Plains, a suburban location far from New York City.  Orlando is a high school teacher at Parsnip Plains High and Asia works for the Parsnip Plains government as a policy analyst.  They hope that their second child will be a girl, although secretly Orlando wants another boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusMabrpuqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1jmfEB2cgA0/s1600-h/babydaniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusMabrpuqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1jmfEB2cgA0/s320/babydaniel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110191850428938914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet 18 month old baby daniel... he's definitely a handful but Asia and Orlando love him to death and spoil him rotten.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rpPZdzILT5I/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_73eb851c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rpPZdzILT5I/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_73eb851c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110189204729084530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the expansion of their brood, the Loves are about to go from small to large.  And although they love each other deeply, Orlando and Asia often have base disagreements on child-rearing, money, and other household duties - like any normal couple.  Asia wonders how having a second baby will affect their relationship, and will it add tension to an already strained ability to communicate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKArrpuoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LrE6XjC3Rn0/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3eb87da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKArrpuoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LrE6XjC3Rn0/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_f3eb87da.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110189209024051842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start our story approximately 7 months into Asia's pregnancy.  Asia's best friend, Vamsi Travser, just threw Asia a huge baby shower.  Asia and Vamsi met in college while Asia was an undergraduate and Vamsi was in law school - they were both members of the same national sorority and quickly became close allies and best friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party - All of Asia's friends and family came and while the party was a smashing success, Asia was worn out from the festivities.  Pulling Vamsi into her room at the end of the evening, Asia said:&lt;br /&gt;"Vamsi, I have something to tell you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamsi, nervous and scared for no apparent reason replied... "What?  is everything all right?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia giggled and said "of course everything is Okay - I just need to know if you'd do me the honor of being the baby's Godmother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamsi was clearly shocked and overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOe7rpusI/AAAAAAAAABE/demkVDZcOzA/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_53eb8830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOe7rpusI/AAAAAAAAABE/demkVDZcOzA/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_53eb8830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110194126761605826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Vamsi, this moment was more than just symbolic - it was life-changing.  Vamsi, slightly older than her best friend Asia, has wanted to have a baby for almost 6 years now - however, her extremely successful legal career and her cavelier husband have crushed that dream for the moment.  At 29 years old, she greatly envied Asia's "baby-making" abilities... and was too obtuse to realize that Asia herself deeply envied Vamsi's freedom and child-free lifestyle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES!  Of course, YES!" Vamsi screamed.  She hugged Asia tightly then proceeded to let go and make silly faces at her future God-daughter/son.  For both Vamsi and Asia, the night had ended with much joy and happiness all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOfLrputI/AAAAAAAAABM/dP4jcy1DXRw/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_33eb89bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOfLrputI/AAAAAAAAABM/dP4jcy1DXRw/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_33eb89bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110194131056573138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Vamsi and Orlando conversed lightly over breakfast.  Normally Orlando and Asia limited their conversations to talk of pop culture, the new baby, Daniel, and work... careful to sidestep any real discussion of serious issues.  Asia never fully understood why Orlando refused to discuss anything "real" with her; he claimed it was because he dealt with too much real stuff as a high school politics teacher but Asia's insecurity lead her to believe that Orlando simply didn't value her intelligence or opinion. On this morning however, Asia felt the need to bring up the touch subject of family finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orlando, we need more income"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando grunted and continued eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orlando, listen to me!  We need more money!  We can't continue to pop out babies on our combined income.  Furthermore, this house is way too small for our family!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando put down his fork, looked at Asia and sighed.  "I like our life the way it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia stared into Asia's eyes and said "I'm going to get a better job, I can feel it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando, insensitive as usual, continued to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOfLrpuuI/AAAAAAAAABU/R-vYFVNjTJU/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_53eb8b06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOfLrpuuI/AAAAAAAAABU/R-vYFVNjTJU/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_53eb8b06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110194131056573154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after her disasterous conversation with Orlando, Asia called her good friend Annie McLauren (who also happened to be one of Vamsi's sisters in law).    Annie came from a pretty well to do family and usually had tons of spare cash lying around.  Speaking hesitantly on the phone to Annie, Asia said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Annie, I need to borrow some money... with the new baby and all and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie stopped Asia mid-sentence and said "Asia, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you out?!  I'll definitely give you the money, no worries!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOfLrpuvI/AAAAAAAAABc/3oFU2pT4j24/s1600-h/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3eb8c8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusOfLrpuvI/AAAAAAAAABc/3oFU2pT4j24/s320/snapshot_b3eb8493_b3eb8c8a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110194131056573170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping by with the money later that afternoon, Asia and Annie embraced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much Annie... I don't know what I would have done without you... you're the best really!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie laughed and said "of course, I'm the best!  Just kidding!  But no really, consider the money a gift.  I also have another surprise for you but it won't be here for another few days..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia wondered what the surprise could be... calling out to Annie as Annie left, Asia said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Annie, um... could you not mention this to anyone...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider it our little secret Asia!  I won't tell a soul!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532872400197800079-8419643651750124489?l=peachichica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/8419643651750124489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532872400197800079&amp;postID=8419643651750124489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/8419643651750124489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/8419643651750124489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='The Love Family: Chapter 1'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWo8XWrMsJs/RusKAbrpulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J359-DXtHfc/s72-c/snapshot_b3eb8493_73eb8510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532872400197800079.post-83633931303248925</id><published>2007-09-14T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:02:50.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sims 2 Stories'/><title type='text'>I'm so new to this!</title><content type='html'>So Eva convinced me to set up a site to post my "sim stories"... I'm new to this so work with me as I get adjusted to the whole posting thing :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peachi-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3532872400197800079-83633931303248925?l=peachichica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/feeds/83633931303248925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3532872400197800079&amp;postID=83633931303248925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/83633931303248925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3532872400197800079/posts/default/83633931303248925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachichica.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-new-to-this.html' title='I&apos;m so new to this!'/><author><name>The Bougie Baller</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
