<?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-3671942322989578694</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:40:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on.into.the.clouds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-2649439144513374593</id><published>2009-10-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:15:04.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a promise is a promise.</title><content type='html'>just scrolling thru some of my old blogs and realized that i'd&lt;br /&gt;never actually followed thru with my promise of posting pictures&lt;br /&gt;from our Nashville adventures on here...oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, i'll do this the cheating way... follow this link to see pictures&lt;br /&gt;from our summer adventures in our future town... can't believe&lt;br /&gt;i'll actually be living there in just a couple short weeks! crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/sets/72157620221631771/"&gt;Nashville Summer 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-2649439144513374593?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/2649439144513374593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=2649439144513374593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2649439144513374593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2649439144513374593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/10/promise-is-promise.html' title='a promise is a promise.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-8008229886784561439</id><published>2009-10-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:41:55.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy honkies!</title><content type='html'>....i've not been on here in simply forEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick update?&lt;br /&gt;sarah and i are hopping in our car on the 21st to move to nashville, TN.&lt;br /&gt;that's about the biggest news...uh...ever?&lt;br /&gt;okay so not ever. but in my life lately  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get on the road... we've got family/friends to visit along the&lt;br /&gt;way in southern CA, CO and OK...can't wait can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news...i made my first attempt at merging two pictures into one yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;took me a while but finally settled on this as my finished product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/StZ9PEJVrEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RoBwLNJIe0k/s1600-h/4010238638_d385c770f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/StZ9PEJVrEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RoBwLNJIe0k/s400/4010238638_d385c770f1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392635301587168322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my friend amanda, she is truly a deeeelight to anyone she meets.  :)&lt;br /&gt;this was taken after shooting a wedding in nashville, TN this summer, we were a bit slapstick by the end of the day and playing about like silly dreamers seemed fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said...i've never ever made anything like this before.... so, you'll probably find many errors in the final product...but considering it's my first time, and i didn't watch a tutorial for merging pictures together.... i'd say it's pretty decent?&lt;br /&gt;well, it took me forever to make anyway....  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp. i'm off to do more purging and packing before the big MOOOVEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;not really excited about this part of the process at all... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3essa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-8008229886784561439?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/8008229886784561439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=8008229886784561439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8008229886784561439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8008229886784561439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-honkies.html' title='holy honkies!'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/StZ9PEJVrEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RoBwLNJIe0k/s72-c/4010238638_d385c770f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-6541993870648421327</id><published>2009-07-15T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:48:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken hips 'n things...</title><content type='html'>my my my, how grand a thing it is to plant yourself next to a group of old ladies&lt;br /&gt;for an hour or so inside a coffee shop.  such great conversation to be overheard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much chatter of hip replacements and unpleasant bowl obstructions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to be elderly.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just plant myself on my porch.&lt;br /&gt;in my rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;smiling away at the trees and things.&lt;br /&gt;broken hips, obstructed bowels and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't. wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-6541993870648421327?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/6541993870648421327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=6541993870648421327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/6541993870648421327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/6541993870648421327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-hips-n-things.html' title='broken hips &apos;n things...'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-7922232169921774022</id><published>2009-07-12T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:26:22.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still not back in the states yet...</title><content type='html'>but i just need to say... God is so so so so stinking amazing!&lt;div&gt;my mind is completely blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love it when you just let go and let God do what he does best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time ever, i came on this trip with no expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't tell God what i wanted to do or see.. just told him to surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and that i was content with whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man, the freedom you feel when God is not forced to fit into your ideals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the freedom He has to use you as He pleases when you don't go around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling him how to move and work in your life.. well, it's really quite grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been stretched and pulled in so many ways on this trip, gained a new &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perspective of myself and the world around me. there is no more doubt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i am walking out in the fullness of Gods plan for my life. no more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doubt that i'm worthy of being used by him. no more doubt that i can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear his voice and answer his bidding... just simply no more doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freedom has set in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and control has been given over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything is what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm just ever so okay with living this amazing life that God has blessed me with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living it to the fullest and doing whatever it is i'm supposed to be doing with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if it doesn't always "make sense" to everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause apparently, that works just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.essa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, ps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still in Guatemala, the rest of my team left at 4am this morning... i'm traveling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;separate from them, so the trip feels prettymuch over by now. I'm flying back to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the states in the morning and then back to CA the day after that, have the rest of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day to wonder about this absolutely gorgeous city of Antigua, Guatemala... time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to hop in the shower and get on with some more adventures... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-7922232169921774022?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/7922232169921774022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=7922232169921774022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7922232169921774022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7922232169921774022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-not-back-in-states-yet.html' title='still not back in the states yet...'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-1491228619750538667</id><published>2009-06-25T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:03:22.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escape.</title><content type='html'>there is one place around here i can go to when i want to escape my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;i'm never disseminated by what i find there and always inspired.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me happy to know that someone is living and breathing and thinking&lt;br /&gt;such thoughts and experiencing such delightful days here on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;if i could live such a life one day, well... i'd be pretty dang content and pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i hate when my mind is a jumbled mess like this.&lt;br /&gt;i never seem to be able to process things properly.&lt;br /&gt;it's always seeming to flub something up.&lt;br /&gt;never putting life and it's happenings in their proper priority order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes for adventure, but sometimes i don't really want such adventures.&lt;br /&gt;living in constant wait of the next mistake is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're leaving for our guatemala trip tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;why do i never feel ready for these adventures?&lt;br /&gt;i always feel inadequate and unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;you'd think after 5 years i'd have this thing down by now.&lt;br /&gt;and i do, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;but "the most part" is defined as the logistics of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;i know how everything works.&lt;br /&gt;i know what will happen when, and how to get through every day just fine.&lt;br /&gt;it's the spiritual, emotional, and personal parts of these trips that have me scared stiff.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else has this natural leadership about them..and i'm like a drowning fish.&lt;br /&gt;whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to connect with the rest of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to see things the way everyone else sees so obviously.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why God even calls us to this thing every year.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are so different from what it seems they should be.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so far from where i need to be.&lt;br /&gt;and yet so close at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm so melancholy sounding.&lt;br /&gt;this morning was another one of those flub ups.&lt;br /&gt;i can only last so long before they come around...&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it was inevitable...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is so mixed up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-1491228619750538667?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/1491228619750538667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=1491228619750538667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1491228619750538667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1491228619750538667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/06/escape.html' title='escape.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-2335473181028101423</id><published>2009-06-18T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:17:31.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the assignment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably only doing this because it was said by a &lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; someone that i wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;normally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; take that &lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obstinance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  of mine and categorize it as something of a not so good nature.&lt;br /&gt;but in this instance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to think to myself that any motivation is good motivation.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel better in my brain. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all of this is about to be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not so great at writing. or making observations.&lt;br /&gt;so we'll see how this turns out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assignment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us were to wright about the same event so that we&lt;br /&gt;could see how differently each of us interpreted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not exactly sure what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; about to write about at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;or what i should be writing.&lt;br /&gt;or how i am going to write this thing i'm not even sure of.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just supposed to write what i saw and experienced?&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's just what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do.. no matter how pathetic this turns out,&lt;br /&gt;an assignment is an assignment. so be it.&lt;br /&gt;(gosh, if only i thought such things about school assignments...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is tuesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;a day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;, rescheduling and running about in circles has slipped and tumbled by.&lt;br /&gt;as most of my days seem to when spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nashville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;trying to cram every living sole we know into a limited amount of time is quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but we love people and we love to see people we love, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chaousvisiting&lt;/span&gt; isn't sooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;the rescheduling and flaking on people is VERY much not to my liking tho, i hate to be an inconvenience to others, thus the awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach that seems to be forming as i feed the parking meter with a few dimes and nickles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; scraped out of the middle section of my clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been rescheduling like the dickens on these two, my thumb is even numb from all the text messages of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sry&lt;/span&gt;, change of plans!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had to send their way.  :/&lt;br /&gt;but it's our last day in town and a smile / exchange of words (and hopefully a few laughs, because laughs are the best of any exchange) is a MUST,  for these two gentleman are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; delightful, and a visit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nashville&lt;/span&gt; without at least one conversation would be quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disappointment indeed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (meaning my sister and i, of course. we're joined at the hip you know) skip across the street and approach the door to an establishment we've only visited a few times tops.  i love the inside of this place very much, it's inspiring in all of it's mixupidness and mismatching everything. it's so inspiring and wonderful that every time i enter it is actually rather intimidating to me. my thoughts think that only cool people should be aloud inside here, and i'm not very cool... but i pretend to be anyway so hopefully i don't get kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i plod into this delight of a place, my eyes dart about in search of a familiar face...well two familiar faces actually, but only one was found.&lt;br /&gt;a glance up and then a smile from the boy who took us on our first ever TPing adventure and first introduced us to Zebra Cakes.&lt;br /&gt;it's always nice to see faces like this, so welcoming and inviting, it makes coming to this meeting feel slightly less awkward. i guess awkward was inevitable tho, it has been a year and a half since we've had any grand adventures, and we have so few to pull from anyway.   while snail mail may have spurred adventures of their own kind... they can't replace a living adventure. for written and living adventures are only ever so slightly the same kind of experience.&lt;br /&gt;awkwardness in my brain aside, the conversation begins.&lt;br /&gt;the "how are you's?" are exchanged and then begins the jaunt down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit into this jaunt i catch a glance upwards from the chap sitting across from me and look back to see what might have caught his gaze. another fine gent who we've not seen in an equally long eternity is strolling our way.&lt;br /&gt;he seems pretty comfortable under this roof...which i envy quite a bit  inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;i think to myself that i'm sure if i were able to come here most mornings i'd eventually figure out how to stroll in too, instead of plod.&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more chat takes place.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure somewhere in there sarah and i told some stories... confusing stories most likely.&lt;br /&gt;...confusing because of the way we tell all of our stories... like we're running a relay race.&lt;br /&gt;a relay race where passing the baton doesn't always go so smoothly, a fumble of that baton leads to words and sentences overlapping which must be quite a chore to listen to and comprehend. you'd think we'd have this down by now...&lt;br /&gt;with eyebrows raised and wide eyes, the glances from one twin to the other at such a rapid pace during the telling of our tales makes me feel like listening to our stories must be something akin to watching a tennis match... back and forth, back and forth...and at times rather difficult to keep track of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho, the two gents in this conversation don't seem all to terribly confused...for the most part anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this exchange of sentences and phrases and jokes between us four persons i try my best to ignore all the other chatting going on about me and focus in on the conversation i've come for.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes that's a bit hard because there are so many things to listen to in a place like this that seem to catch my ear.  a lively group is behind me chatting away, there are plenty of tables and chairs occupied by interesting people and their conversations....and a sir on his laptop is video chatting to my right.&lt;br /&gt;him, i do sneak a glance at however... especially when i notice his laptop panning our small group of friends, along with the rest of the room.... ohh, video chat. how grand a thing you are.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he's in a long distance relationship?&lt;br /&gt;and chatting with his lover perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;how nice of him to include her in his surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;now she can make her own observations about all the hubbub.&lt;br /&gt;tho, i am a bit weirded out by the fact i've no idea who we've just been broadcast to.&lt;br /&gt;technology is ever so strange.&lt;br /&gt;i ponder the strangeness of it all for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;not really paying attention to the live conversation in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;then i remember technology requires that i check in for my flight due to leave for the west in a few short hours.&lt;br /&gt;once the laptop is cracked open i'm in a state of utter confusion.&lt;br /&gt;web sites confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;especially poorly designed ones.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not very good at navigating them, it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;thus, the rest of the conversation is quite a bit of a blur to me.&lt;br /&gt;thus, my observations should probably end here, for a preoccupied and confused brain hasn't much to say about things other than what might be confusing it... and seeing as i'm supposed to be writing about an exchange between four people... i'm guessing my thoughts on poorly designed web sites have no place in this writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a phone call from a stranded girlfriend ends the now five person exchange.&lt;br /&gt;away flies the boyfriend superhero, off to save the day!&lt;br /&gt;and off strolls the thoughtful fellow with the yellow t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;the shirt that apparently doesn't have rows of teeth on it's front. just no longer existent blood stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-2335473181028101423?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/2335473181028101423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=2335473181028101423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2335473181028101423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2335473181028101423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/06/assignment1.html' title='the assignment.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-7298621673285447484</id><published>2009-06-18T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:20:26.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's summer, silly</title><content type='html'>so, it would seem my sisser and i can not fly these days without some sort of&lt;br /&gt;something going to the dickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple years ago it took us 44 hours to get from san francisco to miami.&lt;br /&gt;geesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank heaven it didn't take that long to get home this time...&lt;br /&gt;sarah and i arrived home all safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;...just 24 hours late and in the wrong airport. ha&lt;br /&gt;no bigie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also a good thing we don't really care all that much.&lt;br /&gt;airports are fun for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes flight delays and airline mistakes make for great adventures...&lt;br /&gt;like.. one extra day in nashville for FREE?!&lt;br /&gt;well, gee. i'll take that any day       :)&lt;br /&gt;and we made good use of our extra time too...&lt;br /&gt;...'twas the perfect ending to a pretty dang good trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late last night i was walking about in 73 degree heat climbing atop a colorful dragon.&lt;br /&gt;today i arrived home about the same time to a whopping 55 degrees and breezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh san francisco, it's summer you silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nashville pictures to come soon. i promise. it's sleep time now tho. sleep sleep sleep.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-7298621673285447484?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/7298621673285447484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=7298621673285447484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7298621673285447484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7298621673285447484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-seems-my-sisser-and-i-can-not-fly.html' title='it&apos;s summer, silly'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-6731709383387796797</id><published>2009-06-07T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:30:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville, the return.</title><content type='html'>at 2:19 PM tuesday afternoon....i shall step foot on Nashville soil once again... can'tevenwait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-6731709383387796797?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/6731709383387796797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=6731709383387796797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/6731709383387796797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/6731709383387796797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/06/nashville-return.html' title='Nashville, the return.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-5010801574822599412</id><published>2009-05-28T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:29:16.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been zapping zits with my photoshop magic for a few hours now.&lt;br /&gt;it's making me rather batty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i love sr. portrait season..   ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-5010801574822599412?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-8877913440713198241</id><published>2009-05-07T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:29:29.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>senior year</title><content type='html'>Did a Sr. portrait shoot with my sister today for a boy named Evan.&lt;br /&gt;Just went to a park and clickity clicked away.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why am I so addicted to black 'n whites these days...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SgKMfa6uWLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7bkx_a0UTYY/s1600-h/IMG_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SgKMfa6uWLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7bkx_a0UTYY/s320/IMG_0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332979380189550770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SgKMft2k7_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jY_oV8jgfL8/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SgKMft2k7_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jY_oV8jgfL8/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332979385272430578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;F.decorate(_ge('photo_notes'), F._photo_notes).notes_go_go_go(3509077283, 'http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3588/3509077283_e32b6c5f12_t.jpg', '3.1444');&lt;/script&gt;&lt;form id="fave_form" method="post" style="visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;input name="magic_cookie" value="6d498b15a5ce7dacde09a1dcc83ab1d3" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="faveadd" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="faveremove" 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He's Evan's brother.&lt;br /&gt;He's fifteen, and decided to come along for the shoot today.&lt;br /&gt;...apparently a school chum gave him a "Israel star tattoo" today at school... :)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, high school... such a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-8877913440713198241?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/8877913440713198241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=8877913440713198241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8877913440713198241'/><link rel='self' 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and whites, make perfect sights.</title><content type='html'>i'm kind of in love with these two pictures right now...&lt;br /&gt;and i can say that, cause i'm pretty sure my sister took at least one of them...&lt;br /&gt;so.. i'm not being to haughty when i say that right??&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-Ju4nA4-I/AAAAAAAAADM/jjiIkgUTQLQ/s1600-h/3462617109_684785a50c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-Ju4nA4-I/AAAAAAAAADM/jjiIkgUTQLQ/s320/3462617109_684785a50c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327628322765595618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-JvNlGdvI/AAAAAAAAADU/j7gRxA7x0Oc/s1600-h/3459184826_15c55f5ed6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-JvNlGdvI/AAAAAAAAADU/j7gRxA7x0Oc/s320/3459184826_15c55f5ed6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327628328394716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just been so in love with making things b&amp;amp;w of late.&lt;br /&gt;there's just such a different magical feel when you take the&lt;br /&gt;color out of something and leave it nice and stark and&lt;br /&gt;raw...more for the imagination, perhaps?  who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is strange cause usually i'm quite the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;  lady...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-2179847197819994250?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/2179847197819994250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=2179847197819994250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2179847197819994250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2179847197819994250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-and-whites-make-perfect-sights.html' title='black and whites, make perfect sights.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-Ju4nA4-I/AAAAAAAAADM/jjiIkgUTQLQ/s72-c/3462617109_684785a50c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-8027785609331899913</id><published>2009-04-21T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:43:50.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jackson sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oye!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;slept less than an hour last night... had to be at work at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5:30a and have been going nearly nonstop since!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm pretty sure i fell asleep standing up a few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in-between customers getting coffee in my drive thru this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;morning...i mean, i really wouldn't be surprised if i had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jono kept shaking his head and staring at me like i was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loony person all morning...which is completely understandable.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i'm starting to think more and more that it may very&lt;br /&gt;well be true these days... then jono got really protective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if had mean people at my window, so that was nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even got a little stark with a chap for having his music playing WAY&lt;br /&gt;to loud inside his car when mentioned it was sort of bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys.boys.boys. always having to be the protectors, it's sweet   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh! oh! we finally did a shoot with sam jackson today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been dying to shoot this lovely lady for simply ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i thought i was going to die right before, didn't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'd muster up the energy to gallivant about the marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;clicking away at my camera, trying to stay lively and alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...but i did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we moved the shoot back a couple hours so we could get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some good sun setting lighting on some of the shots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a couple free hours = nap time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;praise the living lord above for power naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they are my saving grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've already fiddled with a few shots from this evening...couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;man, i really should be working on engagement shots instead... but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here's a few quick edits for you to enjoy  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13Em2pfnI/AAAAAAAAADE/IFKkKHj9Zs4/s1600-h/3461279793_bd50116242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13Em2pfnI/AAAAAAAAADE/IFKkKHj9Zs4/s320/3461279793_bd50116242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327044855282105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-N7nOK6-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/qPtgBYq_jqk/s1600-h/3462396758_191d15f2de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-N7nOK6-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/qPtgBYq_jqk/s320/3462396758_191d15f2de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632939482803170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13EXeq3hI/AAAAAAAAACs/1csGBHMq2mY/s1600-h/3462097960_4bee0bd80f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13EXeq3hI/AAAAAAAAACs/1csGBHMq2mY/s320/3462097960_4bee0bd80f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327044851155000850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13ETKDPKI/AAAAAAAAACk/QeSRHi4uGUw/s1600-h/3462124268_6b37296fd2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13EpH-JvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FyYYeEcS2Us/s1600-h/3461304093_ca408650a5.jpg"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13EpH-JvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FyYYeEcS2Us/s320/3461304093_ca408650a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327044855891633906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13EUygRCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uEgWbPtJOac/s1600-h/3461306911_34d20077ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13EUygRCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uEgWbPtJOac/s320/3461306911_34d20077ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327044850432885794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-Nxh66uGI/AAAAAAAAADk/H_UGPSghfbw/s1600-h/3461574087_05555e79cd-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-NxuArf_I/AAAAAAAAADc/pKtcwHB8quE/s1600-h/3461559847_97a8b9c903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-NxuArf_I/AAAAAAAAADc/pKtcwHB8quE/s320/3461559847_97a8b9c903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632769506574322" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-Nxh66uGI/AAAAAAAAADk/H_UGPSghfbw/s1600-h/3461574087_05555e79cd-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-Nxh66uGI/AAAAAAAAADk/H_UGPSghfbw/s320/3461574087_05555e79cd-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327632766261180514" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13ETKDPKI/AAAAAAAAACk/QeSRHi4uGUw/s1600-h/3462124268_6b37296fd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13ETKDPKI/AAAAAAAAACk/QeSRHi4uGUw/s320/3462124268_6b37296fd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327044849994775714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pea. ess.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to Natasha every single day.&lt;br /&gt;time zones are the WORST! for keeping in contact with ridiculously wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-8027785609331899913?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/8027785609331899913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=8027785609331899913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8027785609331899913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8027785609331899913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/04/jackson-sun.html' title='jackson sun'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se13Em2pfnI/AAAAAAAAADE/IFKkKHj9Zs4/s72-c/3461279793_bd50116242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-4727432604446077089</id><published>2009-04-19T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:08:20.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzled stares and awkward glances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm kind of starting to wonder why people feel the need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to shake their heads and laugh at me in bewilderment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so often... it's starting to get a little awkward... ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;or, at least make me wonder what it is that i'm doing so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;differently and strangely that spurs the need for people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to stare at me with puzzled expressions so often.. hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;back to engagement photograph editing i go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(i'm doing my best to ignore the beautiful sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;outside so i can get these pictures done... but i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thinking a bike ride is in short order...i'm not so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;good at ignoring blue skies and sunbeams i guess...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;♥ -essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-4727432604446077089?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/4727432604446077089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=4727432604446077089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/4727432604446077089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/4727432604446077089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/04/puzzled-stares-and-awkward-glances.html' title='puzzled stares and awkward glances.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-4341332210518233454</id><published>2009-04-18T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:13:36.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts, kisses, and ooglie eyes...ohhh, love.</title><content type='html'>i am going to spend AAAALLLL day tomorrow editing pictures of people in love.&lt;br /&gt;talk about eye-crossing...   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemRA72NpnI/AAAAAAAAACc/VCLAJiIdYqA/s1600-h/3413589163_208b9b6d12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemRA72NpnI/AAAAAAAAACc/VCLAJiIdYqA/s320/3413589163_208b9b6d12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325947479593428594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemQ3YpOmiI/AAAAAAAAACM/KZuP5TybN8o/s1600-h/3449038291_1455f94b71.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemQ3YpOmiI/AAAAAAAAACM/KZuP5TybN8o/s320/3449038291_1455f94b71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325947315524901410" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemQ8Fs0irI/AAAAAAAAACU/J9Ht11iU8mE/s1600-h/3413533835_a145c2e2a8.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemQ8Fs0irI/AAAAAAAAACU/J9Ht11iU8mE/s320/3413533835_a145c2e2a8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325947396339042994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got about a billion and seven more of these pictures to work up...&lt;br /&gt;man, i've just GOT to get caught up on all these if i'm ever going to get&lt;br /&gt;our web site done before spring break is over and gone... got till monday.&lt;br /&gt;there is hope!   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;[for luck, of course]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update]&lt;br /&gt;didn't get to spend all day editing pictures...&lt;br /&gt;the day turned into a ridiculously busy one.&lt;br /&gt;nearly 20 hours long and on only 3 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ended with a rather awkward "double date"&lt;br /&gt;uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today (sunday) is the real crosseyeing day.&lt;br /&gt;yay love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-4341332210518233454?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/4341332210518233454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=4341332210518233454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/4341332210518233454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/4341332210518233454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-going-to-spend-aaaallll-day.html' title='hearts, kisses, and ooglie eyes...ohhh, love.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/SemRA72NpnI/AAAAAAAAACc/VCLAJiIdYqA/s72-c/3413589163_208b9b6d12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-2379436096019946760</id><published>2009-04-12T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:27:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one month. and seven days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oops.       &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe ANOTHER entire month has passed since i last wrote a single word on here...&lt;br /&gt;goodness  me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, that means i've been back in california for at least that long.&lt;br /&gt;gracious me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being back is ever so strange... it feels like i've only been back a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time... it also feels like a billion years ago.&lt;br /&gt;or even more strange.. it really doesn't even feel like i ever lived in washington...&lt;br /&gt;that sure doesn't even make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy [duh].&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;and picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had two engagement shoots this week.. and we have two weddings for next month.&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting to take pictures of people in love makes me pretty happyful at times.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you get a shot you really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, but this is my fav so [so far] from last weeks shoot.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure it's the color(s)... they just make me so happy happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, of course...&lt;br /&gt;the fact that they LOOK so dang happy happy happy! sure doesn't hurt anything  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3413594909_c4ba2c6cfe_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3413594909_c4ba2c6cfe_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also makes me pretty happy when i get to shoot in places like this:&lt;br /&gt;[i really don't get how i'm aloud to live in such a beautiful place..&lt;br /&gt;blows. my. mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3433463349_8f1b79b8da_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 414px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3433463349_8f1b79b8da_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;and just what does that mean for me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally getting our LGP website up.&lt;br /&gt;WAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;and we're figuring out all our packages and pricing for our photography biz.&lt;br /&gt;pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this week i also have to read an entire book on the history of slavery in the US.&lt;br /&gt;also quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;or would be if it wasn't written so horridly.&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly keep my eyes open past a paragraph.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;works great for dealing with my insomnia tho!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it's late.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a full day.&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;ranch (we finally get to meet mi tia angelica's horses!!)&lt;br /&gt;and dinner with the white [usually rather boring] side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of pretty horses to come soon.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucho of the essa love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;ohand, have a splendid easter, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-2379436096019946760?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/2379436096019946760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=2379436096019946760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2379436096019946760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2379436096019946760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month-and-seven-days.html' title='one month. and seven days.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-2525046798588074370</id><published>2009-03-05T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:48:51.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month.</title><content type='html'>um. wow.&lt;br /&gt;one month since i last posted something.&lt;br /&gt;gee.&lt;br /&gt;that should tell you something about how my life has been going.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm running about like a crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really found a "routine" yet since i've been back here in CA.&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray please.&lt;br /&gt;everything, well... quite a lot of things... are going to the dickens.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things will slow down a bit soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-2525046798588074370?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/2525046798588074370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=2525046798588074370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2525046798588074370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/2525046798588074370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month.html' title='one month.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-7356763672195182114</id><published>2009-02-05T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:02:32.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incessant</title><content type='html'>"for some reason i feel compelled to inform you that your incessant&lt;br /&gt;chirping noises are about to drive me to the brink of insanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;the word "incessant" has been stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;so, i felt the need to put it in a sentence..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-7356763672195182114?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/7356763672195182114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=7356763672195182114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7356763672195182114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7356763672195182114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-some-reason-i-feel-compelled-to.html' title='Incessant'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-6331126165851957665</id><published>2009-02-03T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:25:36.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my strength.</title><content type='html'>i really dislike how being a christian is synonymous with being insecure these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be confident AND humble??&lt;br /&gt;instead of feeble and without opinion.&lt;br /&gt;scurrying around frantically in our own muck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever happened to God being our strength?&lt;br /&gt;apparently it got lost along the way to God being our condemner.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-6331126165851957665?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/6331126165851957665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=6331126165851957665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/6331126165851957665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/6331126165851957665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-strength.html' title='my strength.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-5724961279061543645</id><published>2009-02-03T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:24:09.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone are the days...</title><content type='html'>so, um... this sounds rather petty... but.&lt;br /&gt;..i'm feeling rather insecure about the lack of comments or "followers" on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that sounds laughable.. and i'm even shaking my head and laughing to myself right now...&lt;br /&gt;...but i guess that's what you get when you're birthed into the blogging world via Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;no more two pages of 43 comments greeting you the morning after you post a new adventure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;xanga, you are dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. you can all laugh now. i sure am.&lt;br /&gt;(i say all but really i mean my one reader, N-dawg i love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.and.pea.ess.&lt;br /&gt;i totally had something quite profound to write... but then everyone flooded the kitchen and started yapping, so i lost my golden nugget of wisdom in which i was intending on sharing with you and promptly replaced it with a semi pity party (which i may be entitled to since i've been puking my brains out today)... please forgive me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, if you find it please let me know...&lt;br /&gt;(by "it" i mean my nugget of golden wisdom.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-5724961279061543645?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/5724961279061543645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=5724961279061543645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/5724961279061543645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/5724961279061543645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-um.html' title='gone are the days...'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-1893875657905204923</id><published>2009-01-31T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:22:26.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, my dashboard tells me i have "3 followers" that uh, follow? this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, it's probably code for "nobody reads this thing vanessa, why do you even bother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, probably true.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry Dashboard, i wonder the same thing myself sometimes too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-1893875657905204923?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/1893875657905204923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=1893875657905204923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1893875657905204923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1893875657905204923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-dashboard-tells-me-i-have-3.html' title=''/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-4221937082329418082</id><published>2009-01-31T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:17:06.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, this jumbly mess was written on a sticky note while sitting in an airport in idaho eeearly on monday morning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the sign to the left of me right now reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"check your bag, keep your money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;first bag free!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...um. i'm a tad confused... they make what used to be beyond normal sound like SUCH a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;you used to be able to check TWO bags for free.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... not sure i like such changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is constantly noticing sounds. and how the same sound can become differently acquainted  with my ear drums by simply changing my location or surroundings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;i just walked through a rounded hall way at the airport (one leading to the woman's room) and suddenly felt the need to take four steps backward, simply to re-hear the clicking of my boots on the hard cold tiled floor once again.&lt;br /&gt;as i rounded the corner the sounds of my clunking boots had became different.&lt;br /&gt;muted.. muffled and a bit more clunky.  my ears even felt different.&lt;br /&gt;pressure change.&lt;br /&gt;by simply walking around a corner.&lt;br /&gt;how entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather enjoyed making the mental note of it..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many hundreds of people round that very same corner every day and never take four steps back just to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a many, i'd assume.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sitting at this airport for over two hours..i had to hitch a ride here with some earlier fighting people... i guess the little things are becoming more entertaining to me by now.  which, i'm rather partial to, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, the carpet covering the floor i'm currently plopped out upon looks like it's made of a bunch of little rivers.&lt;br /&gt;which makes sense seeing as Boisie is so proud of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd take a picture of it for you to see, but alas, still no camera is in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;poor lil canon 30D... may you rest in pieces..  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole trip has been quite interesting... it is so intriguing all the different types of people can come together to celebrate one common event...  and quite interesting how one person can bring together such different types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bride in the wedding i just shot yesterday seems to have a knack for making everyone love her. people you'd never think she'd be associated with are her best friends and bride's maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do that, be just such a delightful soul that people are drawn to you no matter your personality and stance on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two girls in particular i could never see myself being friends with.. we're completely different in every way... they are fake 'n baked, with teased  hairspray drenched hair and an overabundance of make up smeared across their glowing complexions.  have designer luggage and matching pajama outfits and seem to spend a LOT of money on the latest fashions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm no one to judge.. i spend far to much on clothes... but it just seems like the things that tickled them, would never tickle me, $800 for a necklace.. no thank you?&lt;br /&gt;... and yet the beautiful bride, who is  quite a bit like me in her daily life and style, was absolutely comfortable with them.. they've been life long friends!&lt;br /&gt;how does she do it?!&lt;br /&gt;stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, these are my thoughts from this rivered floor.&lt;br /&gt;my plane is boarding now, and it wont be the last one for the day.. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-4221937082329418082?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/4221937082329418082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=4221937082329418082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/4221937082329418082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/4221937082329418082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-gumbly-mess-was-written-on-sticky.html' title='so, this jumbly mess was written on a sticky note while sitting in an airport in idaho eeearly on monday morning..'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-533474388744693092</id><published>2009-01-24T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:01:19.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homely home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the house i currently find myself in is one of the most homely and&lt;br /&gt;warm (not in temperature) houses i've had the pleasure of residing&lt;br /&gt;in in quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's full of hand stitched quilts and home made afghans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;granny squares galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everything from the smell as soon as i walked in the door to the floral&lt;br /&gt;wallpaper covered walls to the posed studio family portraits in their&lt;br /&gt;wooden frames covering the hallways ...well it has me feeling right at&lt;br /&gt;home for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my home doesn't look anything like this..but it's a sense of belonging&lt;br /&gt;and family that just emanates from this house.. it's perfect in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cheesy, but perfect.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one day, i hope my home will feel as welcoming as this place does to the&lt;br /&gt;people that step foot over it's threshold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this house has obviously been well lived in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and well loved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and judging by the nonstop chatter escaping from the man of the houses&lt;br /&gt;lips.. it holds many stories as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there is quite a bit of jolly laughter greeting me from underneath this&lt;br /&gt;bedroom door...i think perhaps, i'm off to go listen to some more grand tales...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-533474388744693092?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/533474388744693092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-5730637954682328159</id><published>2009-01-23T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:09:52.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four hours late.</title><content type='html'>it is now nearly two o'clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to be asleep four hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;but i've kept my eyes open and brain on...for no good reason, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sprawled out on this here couch of a stranger, reading people blogs.&lt;br /&gt;and the comments left on them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling rather much like a stalker... but quite fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, i'm off to do some more e-stalking...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the inevitable bags under my eyes tomorrow won't offend too many people in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;stalkeressa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-5730637954682328159?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/5730637954682328159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=5730637954682328159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/5730637954682328159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/5730637954682328159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/01/four-hours-late.html' title='four hours late.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-7715886970244041350</id><published>2009-01-22T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:59:36.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tock. tick.</title><content type='html'>there is a clock tick tocking in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not quite sure if it's making time travel at a much slower rate than normal.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps at a much faster pace.&lt;br /&gt;more than likely it's making this bit of existence stand completely still.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;..or perhaps it's just annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;the loud! gonging every hours sure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tock. tick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-7715886970244041350?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/7715886970244041350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=7715886970244041350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/7715886970244041350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday, and when i was packing up my gear i guess i set my $2000 camera down on top of the car cause while driving back from the mountains last night we heard a thump on the hood of the car but didn't really think much of it till we got back to Seattle... i was going to say goodbye to my other cousin since i'm flying out tomorrow.. and i coudln't find my camera anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short... my aunt looked for it on the way down the mountain and found it.&lt;br /&gt;it's smashed beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;and it had my $700 wide angle lens on it too... which got run over and isn't even recognizable anymore, of course.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i... i don't have a camera anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents worked so hard to get it for me.. and i just set it on top of my car and let it fly off the side of a mountain?!&lt;br /&gt;how ungreatful am i?&lt;br /&gt;my lands.&lt;br /&gt;i...i just want to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm flying out to Boisie to shoot a wedding tomorrow..with no camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-8547816416427662294?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/8547816416427662294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=8547816416427662294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8547816416427662294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8547816416427662294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/01/ii-cant-believe-its-gone.html' title='i...i can&apos;t believe it&apos;s gone..'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-8709144399352343187</id><published>2009-01-16T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:23:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chitty chatty, chatty chitty.... bang bang?</title><content type='html'>I had another one of those great late night talks with my aunt again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;we ended early actually, 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted and reminisced about how grand a good&lt;br /&gt;written discourse with a delightful person can be.&lt;br /&gt;it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather much in the mood for another good written exchange again.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm always in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;but in a particularly moody mood now, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it's cause i have quite a bit of thoughts and experiences about my head concerning the past few months.. and i'm not quite sure how to get them out all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never write better than when i'm writing with someone.&lt;br /&gt;funny, how that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-8709144399352343187?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/8709144399352343187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=8709144399352343187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8709144399352343187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/8709144399352343187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-another-one-of-those-great-late.html' title='chitty chatty, chatty chitty.... bang bang?'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-125486476488198273</id><published>2009-01-15T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:05:11.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nearing  "The End"...</title><content type='html'>so... i am living my last week here in WA.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not sure what to feel at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so strange to come face to face with that fact..it's nearing the end.&lt;br /&gt;over.&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this chunk of my life that i spent simply MONTHS waiting and anticipating and dreaming about.. the prospect of moving here is seriously the only thing that got me thru my last months interning and thru the summer... and now...it's  over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also funny how you can conjure up in your mind how something is going to be.. and that it hardly ever ends up being a match to your imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time flew right by.. which was to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;it just passed in a rather unexpected way.&lt;br /&gt;...but, of course, it's been great nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my regrets.  and my joys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting rather good at pondering on the joys now.&lt;br /&gt;i never used to be this good at it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i've really changed all that much.. but maybe just come to know myself [a lot] better? &lt;br /&gt;yes, I'm still the same 'ol Vanessa.. i just know myself as Vanessa now.. not "one of the twins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird to not be known for my twin-ness&lt;br /&gt;but just for me.&lt;br /&gt;and only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people here know me for me.&lt;br /&gt;and not for "us"&lt;br /&gt;here i've had to be myself and tell my stories all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;it was exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;but i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i am going to miss about this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The late night talks with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;though we may not have the same spiritual beliefs, they have been some of the most rewarding and introspective conversations of my entire life.  I really appreciate her so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- working at my Starbucks store (i've never enjoyed working at a place more, if you can believe it)...i really don't want to transfer back to cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seattle, the city.   it's such a lovely place. and i've just begun to really feel my way around...a few more weeks and i'd have been a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taking picture with Jessica Valle...even tho we only did it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Freedom, no class schedule, no nothing.. just work and whatever i choose to take on for the day.  my schedule was my own and nobody else's.. i chose what i wanted to do and when i wanted to do it.. i didn't have to think about what my sister might have planed or if i was missing some important family event.. it's just me and my little black planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the chance for snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-125486476488198273?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/125486476488198273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=125486476488198273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/125486476488198273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/125486476488198273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2009/01/nearing-end.html' title='nearing  &quot;The End&quot;...'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-3632362269120449698</id><published>2008-12-26T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:32:13.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...</title><content type='html'>...is a night for decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made it, i have.&lt;br /&gt;even baked it in a pie.&lt;br /&gt;completely from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;(and heated discussion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homemade is always the best.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't mean it is tasting very good.&lt;br /&gt;quite tart, actually.&lt;br /&gt;...my eyes are watering again.&lt;br /&gt;tho, i'm rather sure it has nothing to do with lemons, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California...here I come.&lt;br /&gt;.back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-3632362269120449698?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/3632362269120449698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=3632362269120449698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/3632362269120449698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/3632362269120449698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight.html' title='Tonight...'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-1732429445255052011</id><published>2008-12-23T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:17:32.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow...let it snow.. let it snowww!</title><content type='html'>Well, I bought my first ice scraper/snow brush thingy this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right it's been SNOWING!  here for over a week now.&lt;br /&gt;I went to LA last weekend and returned to nothing but white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been simply splendid.. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/pleased.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never lived where it snowed before so it's been quite delightful.&lt;br /&gt;...driving in it was a bit unnerving at first,&lt;br /&gt;but I found it to be a new adventure and I quite like the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some picture from the last week... enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bedroom window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3129464411_26dc1277d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside our apartment..                                                 Front door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; width: 305px; height: 457px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/3129463411_c45d368619.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img style="border-width: 0px; width: 304px; height: 456px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/3129465279_3b080e108b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my drive home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, those are my tire tracks.. I backed up to get the pretty trees in the shot  &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/pleased.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/3130070546_60e4f23d1f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3129461473_3461fcd775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from my first peek outside the morning after the first good snow fall earlier this week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/3129231485/" /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/3129231485/" /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/3129231485_e98f8a7f91_m.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/3130062336/sizes/s/" /&gt; &lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/3130062336_58db5ed3f8_m.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/3130068336_045365cf7b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our back porch/deck thing...&lt;br /&gt;That's the water in the distance, the fog was really heavy that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/3129467283_d7178463d8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3130295880_e61e4e102a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't drive this car all week and when I went to drive it last night for the first time&lt;br /&gt;it took me 15 minutes to clear off the foot of snow that had accumulated on it.. eeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/3130292238_a4155ceb19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;If you come over we can make some snow angles.&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to partake in the joyous activity... so sad, I know.. which is why you should stop by!   &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-1732429445255052011?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/1732429445255052011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=1732429445255052011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1732429445255052011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1732429445255052011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snowlet-it-snow-let-it-snowww.html' title='Let it snow...let it snow.. let it snowww!'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/3129464411_26dc1277d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-3980880976179639852</id><published>2008-12-20T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:19:23.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops.</title><content type='html'>oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pea. ess.&lt;br /&gt;I did eventually move.&lt;br /&gt;just in case you were wondering.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorryikindaforgotievenhadthisblog..so!&lt;br /&gt;here are a few highlights from the past few months...&lt;br /&gt;[in pictures]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/sets/72157610608596493/"&gt;The long journey upwards.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/sets/72157610608810375/"&gt;Some studio shots with my aunt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/sets/72157611336209477/"&gt;When Billfred came to town.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lookingglassphotography/sets/72157610608596493/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come..&lt;br /&gt;.i promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-3980880976179639852?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/3980880976179639852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=3980880976179639852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/3980880976179639852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/3980880976179639852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2008/12/oops.html' title='oops.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-1541372207748192658</id><published>2008-09-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:06:53.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pea. ess. I didn't move.</title><content type='html'>...long story.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to tell it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;basically, my car is broken.&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm stuck here.. 'till who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;this cali girl is still in cali.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pray my car get's fixed tomorrow so i can finally LEAVE!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-1541372207748192658?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/1541372207748192658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=1541372207748192658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1541372207748192658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671942322989578694/posts/default/1541372207748192658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/2008/09/pea-ess-i-didnt-move.html' title='pea. ess. I didn&apos;t move.'/><author><name>essa jet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159887125725948525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDGzGAk9T_k/Se-QKoNEq8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8v6Zu8x35_U/S220/2607337040_e4a7062c70.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671942322989578694.post-1868072744668621716</id><published>2008-09-25T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:30:50.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving and such things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm moving to Tacoma, WA on sunday...i'll be living there for a few months and i'm not quite sure what to make of it just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;don't get me wrong.. i'm ever so excited for the pending adventures ahead..and i've been just itching to get out of here and on to new things.. i feel like i've been just wasting my life away since i got back from Peru in July just sitting around with nothing to do and i'm going insane here with my life on hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but in all honesty....more than i'm excited..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm scared i'll not live up to my expectations of this trip/learning experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what if i find out photography just isn't my thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what if i can't learn it the way i need to in order to make this a life long thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what if i slip back into my lazy dreadful self and just slack off and don't find the motivation to try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i don't think i could stand myself if i wasted another opportunity like this..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i floundered and did bull for two years of interns.. and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ugh. i don't want to be the same person i am right now and have been my whole life..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but it's all i really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and... it's my default.. so with that said,  what if even after this move and drastic change in my life i still go back to living the same way instead of letting God take over and actually letting myself just be so desperately in love and in tune with him that my every step is in perfect order and made clear...ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i need to just have faith that God is in this.. and still working in me weather i can hear Him or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He's always there right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well... i guess even if my ears and eyes are deaf and blind to what he's doing right now.. even if i've been drowning out his voice with everything in me for months and even if i don't have any faith in myself to carry out this new "assignment" if you will.. i guess He's still going to be there making sure i'm okay, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;at least, that's what i've heard anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ugh. i need to stop thinking myself into corners and doubting myself and God in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tho. i'm not sure how to do that seeing as my track record isn't all that great these days and years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, i've got a two day drive starting sunday to think and ponder and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hopefully the fog clears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671942322989578694-1868072744668621716?l=wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheniwasntlooking.blogspot.com/feeds/1868072744668621716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671942322989578694&amp;postID=1868072744668621716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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