<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885487056475150164</id><updated>2008-04-27T15:37:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJTeenz</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/blogger.html'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>SJ Teenz</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885487056475150164.post-5910919046912421478</id><published>2008-04-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:37:28.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr. High Taco Night - Friday April 18th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-051-764701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-051-764080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an evening to remember. Flora had just gotten back from picking up 30 tacos from Jack-In-The Box and 8 teens showed up at the Memorial Center Gym. The teens had no clue about what they were going to witness and partake in. As the youth leaders and Fr. Bong prepared the games for the night's events, the teens played basketball. At last the time had come, Round 1. Each teen was given a cup full of green sludge and was instructed to aim at their opponents bulls-eye. The ministers kindly handed out safety glasses and the game began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-020-705180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-021-794315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night had only started. Next the teens got into teams of 2. One member of the teen threw tortillas into the air backwards as the other teen tried to catch the tortillas into their sombrero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-030-794966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it was time to get close and comfortable. Teens stayed in pairs of twos and had to feed their teammate by dipping chips into salsa... easy right? too bad they had to use their feet! (It's OK parents, they had plastic bags on their feet. We are sanitary here at St. James)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-039-784167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, the day ended in a hot taco eating fest. However, the tacos weren't as hot as Fr. Bong wished. Maybe next time we will use more Habanero sauce. And yes, after a long evening, everyone enjoyed good food and great prizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-048-784964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/Taco-Night-And-Halo-049-763382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/2008/04/jr-high-taco-night-friday-april-18th.html' title='Jr. High Taco Night - Friday April 18th'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885487056475150164&amp;postID=5910919046912421478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default/5910919046912421478'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default/5910919046912421478'/><author><name>SJ Teenz</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885487056475150164.post-5086697406590180550</id><published>2008-03-03T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:23:18.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're BAAACKKKK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/medium_30_Variety_pack-791512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/medium_30_Variety_pack-791494.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is what you have all been waiting for... the svenhards are back in full blast!  We just got a new shipment from the Charismatic Conference and there are yes, over 120 packages in the youth room just waiting to be eaten.  Read some of the quotes from their very own website at www.svenhards.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:-1;"&gt;"Served warm, or eaten fresh from the package, Breakfast Claws will melt in your mouth, and bring delight to your taste buds! Our special icing and secret filling formula garnishes every bite. Available in 8 Pack Also included in our 16 &amp;amp; 30 Variety Packs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:-1;"&gt; A divinely inspired symphony of cinnamon and juicy raisins, topped with our awesome icing. Raisin-etts are maximum quality, great value, and consistently delicious every time. Try some today, raisin lovers! Available in 8 Pack. Also included in our 16 &amp;amp; 30 Variety Packs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:-1;"&gt;"One of the Smart Guys said: “Variety is the spice of life”. Add intriguing flavor to any occasion with this assortment.  Contains Apple, Cherry, Lemon, &amp;amp; Cheese Pastries" (YAY for that smart guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that svenhards were held in such high esteem!  You could have one of your very own TODAY! YESSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/2008/03/theyre-baaackkkk.html' title='They&apos;re BAAACKKKK!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885487056475150164&amp;postID=5086697406590180550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default/5086697406590180550'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default/5086697406590180550'/><author><name>SJ Teenz</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885487056475150164.post-1935860546880200234</id><published>2008-03-02T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:12:52.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChosenGirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/l_c8eaf3307ca8e0f83cd5f2b8fb542c1d-718627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/l_c8eaf3307ca8e0f83cd5f2b8fb542c1d-718623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone! I was looking through some of the stuff that I have received in the mail and I came across an interesting poster for a new website just for Christian Teen Girls!  www.chosengirls.com.  I admit, I was a bit skeptical at first but after looking at the website I can't say anything but good stuff.  There are books, book discussions, forums for advice on school &amp;amp; beauty &amp;amp; just life in general, a prayer room, and a place to buy clothes that have a Christian Message!  There also is a prayer chain for Britney Spears's attitude towards life and her recovery!  I really thought that they had a nice scripture message for their group's name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't choose me, I chose you... I appointed you to go and produce fruit that will last, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name." John 15:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have any free time, go and check it out!</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/2008/03/chosengirls.html' title='ChosenGirls'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885487056475150164&amp;postID=1935860546880200234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default/1935860546880200234'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885487056475150164/posts/default/1935860546880200234'/><author><name>SJ Teenz</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885487056475150164.post-1124334687817799823</id><published>2008-02-25T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:06:01.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The EPIC OC Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We did the impossible…We actually got out of Sacramento…We all had a great&lt;br /&gt;time…Could anything go any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, Leaving St. James&lt;br /&gt;The minute hand reached 45, the last day of summer school…I had just&lt;br /&gt;finished the final. I was finally FREE and to top it off, I was leaving for&lt;br /&gt;LA in approximately 4 hours. Could life be any better? Yes, if I won the&lt;br /&gt;lottery. But that didn't happen. Anyways, I got home and frantically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;drove around looking for a pair of swim shorts for Thierry and went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;over the list for the 5th time. Benite’s (my sister) only consolation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was that she was having a sleepover when we were gone and I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just gotten her some DVDs to watch with her cousin. I finished making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my OC tee-shirt and we headed for St. James, not even buying a pair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of swim shorts…we used Thierry’s old pair. We thought we were late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to arrive but came first among the 7 other people that were going to travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with us (except pat of course). After jumping through our own window &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in order to get into the youth room, the other LA enthusiasts came. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stuffed stuff into the car. As Thierry put his pillow into Pat’s car, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was reassured that everything was ok: “If something is broken, we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fix it.” It was 2pm and we were anxious to leave, instead we&lt;br /&gt;took like 5 pictures. We said grace and left around 2:15. We had a long&lt;br /&gt;drive ahead of us. The guys went with Pat and the girls went with Sam’s&lt;br /&gt;mom. Becky and Lanye went together in a separate car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, Getting There&lt;br /&gt;Our joy was short lived. As we passed Richard’s Blvd., Sam’s mom said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that her car was low on water. We hadn’t even been in the car for 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;minutes. We stopped by a chevron with Pat’s team alongside and got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;some water. Sam called Becky who was already long gone and she turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;around only to lose us and spend the rest of the trip to Pat’s house catching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;up. 1 hour into the drive and I was already bored. Girls know how to pass time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though. We stuffed ourselves with snacks provided by Sam and her mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we played UNO and B.S. In addition, we laughed at Ted whenever we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;passed Pat’s car, only to find out later that he had a fever. Traffic was at its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;worse. Cars stopped to look at a stalled car in the middle of the 2 lane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;freeway and there was a gas spill to go along. We took this precious time to&lt;br /&gt;communicate with other humans that had 3 golden retrievers in their car. On&lt;br /&gt;the way there, we stopped at a rest place, and got gas. Before reaching&lt;br /&gt;Bakersfield, the girls could take it no longer. We all dozed until we made&lt;br /&gt;our final stop at a gas station and got food to eat at subway, taco bell,&lt;br /&gt;and starbucks. We finally woke up because the car bounced around. Sam’s&lt;br /&gt;mom was horrified to find that she had spent 30 cents more on gas than Pat&lt;br /&gt;did. Subway was great. The Veggie Gurlies (Chelsea and Grace) found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good, filling food (they would have problems finding such good food later) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and Thierry amused us by drinking two 48oz. cups of soda while saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he was “taking it to the head” (you realize that that is like ¾ of a gallon of&lt;br /&gt;soda!). Everyone was happy, until we got into the cars again. The&lt;br /&gt;grapevine was as long as I remembered it and it took even longer to get to&lt;br /&gt;Pat’s house because of traffic. However, the techno beats of LA satisfied&lt;br /&gt;our musical needs as we passed by the famous citadel outlets. We finally&lt;br /&gt;arrived at pat’s house around 11:00 and Ted made himself at home. He went&lt;br /&gt;to sleep right away on Bret’s floor. The ride took about 8 hours, when it&lt;br /&gt;should have taken 6. We met some of Pat’s family (Mom, Dad, brother Bret&lt;br /&gt;and his girlfriend Estella, and Honey, the dog who was very good at chasing&lt;br /&gt;those annoying jujube bugs…). After we were all situated, we took a look at&lt;br /&gt;Pat’s high school pictures and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/normal_IMG026-798528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 2, Newport Beach!&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we celebrated mass in a chapel that was nearby Pat’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;church. Sadly, it had recently burned down. Thanks to the master GNS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will, we all looked good after he did a swell job reading. Nobody even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;noticed that we were in our swim/beach attire! After mass and a quick pit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stop at Walgreens, we headed out to Newport! We soon quickly learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that the inhabitants of Yolo County don’t exactly fit into the LA picture. We all&lt;br /&gt;cringed when we saw Mercedes-Benz in abundance and were ashamed to be&lt;br /&gt;driving in a conservative Camry and an “experienced” Explorer. As soon as&lt;br /&gt;we got onto the beach, I felt extremely out of shape. People well into&lt;br /&gt;their thirties were kicking but playing beach volleyball. Although one teen&lt;br /&gt;ventured to say that we could take them, it was obvious that we would be&lt;br /&gt;beaten to the ground, literally, by their spikes. To get the adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;running, some of us went on a beach run (like chariots of fire!), the good&lt;br /&gt;swimmers did a “buoy swim”, and some of us got on boogie boards. It is nice&lt;br /&gt;to know that we have aspiring artists in youth group. They turned Will into&lt;br /&gt;a macho man! Well actually, he was just buried into the sand and they drew&lt;br /&gt;in fake muscles. Some interesting sights to see were people poking at a sea&lt;br /&gt;lion on the rocks and looking through tide pools. Although the beach is&lt;br /&gt;nice and fun, I would probably never become a life guard because their job&lt;br /&gt;is way too demanding. We went back to Pat’s house for some more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;swimming and a mean game of Marco polo. We were very happy when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pat’s dad graciously prepared a large repast which included hamburgers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We also got to meet Lawrence, Pat’s youth group leader who hooked us up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with awesome tickets for Disneyland. We were all very happy because his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;burgers were much better than those nasty tasting things that we got at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;snack shack at the beach. Before going to bed, we noticed that most of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;were sun burnt…some of us thought that we were well protected from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sun only to find out that we had used Theresa’s 15spf sun block…it shouldn’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even be called sun block because it doesn’t block anything at all...we should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have been using 30+spf! After dinner we went to an abbey for worship. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an amazing experience. Some of the monks were very young. It’s nice to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that some young people are still very committed to their religion. During silent&lt;br /&gt;prayer, we were all convinced that Thierry had fallen asleep but he insisted&lt;br /&gt;that he was very “focused”, with his eyes closed of course! When Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Pillion stepped outside for some fresh air, he noticed that some of the&lt;br /&gt;monks had killed a snake, but being committed to silence, they couldn’t&lt;br /&gt;explain what had happened. Before going to home base, Theresa called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David “dad” while trying to hand him the keys. When we got back to Pat’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;house, we played cards with Chelsea’s deck. The person on the ace is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;totally a girl! However, some seem to think it is a guy. It is up to you to take a&lt;br /&gt;look at the card and voice your opinion on the forum...Afterwards, we went&lt;br /&gt;to sleep. Before going to bed, Bret tried to see if he could leap over Will&lt;br /&gt;and land on his bed. However, he underestimated his super human jumping&lt;br /&gt;abilities and slammed his head against the wall on the far side of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t think that anyone saw him while Thierry laughed at his stupidity&lt;br /&gt;silently while he was sleeping with Honey. Nevertheless, we couldn’t wait&lt;br /&gt;for an exciting day at what Pat calls Dismaland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sjteenz.com/blog/uploaded_images/normal_CIMG0023-731979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, Dismaland!&lt;br /&gt;This was one really long day filled with tons of fun. When we got to&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland, us girls got our shirts signed by Marry Poppins and Bert and&lt;br /&gt;tried to get Woody’s (had too long of a line) and Esmeralda (who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pushed us away). Throughout the day, we got tons of compliments on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our iron-on tees (some wanted to know if they could buy them in one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the stores, some thought we were a cheerleading team, others thought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we were a band…) The first rides that we went on together were Matterhorn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Small World, Mt. Toad’s ride, Haunted Mansion, the tea cup ride, and Alice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and Wonderland. Thierry and Pat were spinning so fast on the tea cup ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that I, who wasn’t even on the ride, felt like I wanted to throw up! We came to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the conclusion that riding on Small World hundreds of times would definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;make you lose a ton of IQ points and David also pointed out that the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who work at the Small World ride tend to have a high suicide rate. The guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;joked that David was “the guy” for Alice, which most of us girls didn’t get at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all tried to scare each other by sneaking up behind someone and tickling&lt;br /&gt;them. Ted and Thierry also made up jokes about Mickey mouse…which got&lt;br /&gt;annoying after a while. For a while, we were split up into groups (Lanye&lt;br /&gt;and Becky, Sam’s mom and the girls, Pat and the guys). My group went on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the Chip and Dale ride where we saw a little girl who was screaming her lungs&lt;br /&gt;out saying “I don’t want to go!” and her mom made her go on the ride because&lt;br /&gt;they had waited so long. I couldn’t blame the mom; we waited 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;just to go on a ride that lasted 33 seconds! Thierry being the bahumbugger&lt;br /&gt;of rides, didn’t go on many at all. Instead, he played initial D. Why on&lt;br /&gt;Earth would you have an initial D game at Disneyland? Anyways, why play it&lt;br /&gt;in LA when you can play it at home? I will never understand… We also went&lt;br /&gt;on Pirates of the Caribbean which is probably one of my favorite rides!&lt;br /&gt;Becky and Lanye left early because they had to go to work the next day. In&lt;br /&gt;the middle of the day, we left Disneyland to go to a Life Teen Mass at St.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, a church nearby Pat’s house. People of all ages attended the mass.&lt;br /&gt;We all felt very welcomed (they gave us necklaces with seashells on them!)&lt;br /&gt;and we participated in singing songs and doing hand motions. Even Bret got&lt;br /&gt;into it! The funniest part of the mass was when they introduced a new&lt;br /&gt;leader Mike, with the song from Rocky and Bullwinkle. I think that we&lt;br /&gt;should have Life Teen at St. James because it is awesome! After mass, we&lt;br /&gt;decided to go to a Mexican restaurant instead of Zankou (Pat’s favorite&lt;br /&gt;place where you can order a whole chicken!) and had some amazing food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will ate a ton of chips. However, Grace didn’t have such an amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;experience when she realized that they had put dairy into her burrito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(she’s allergic). Thankfully, she didn’t get sick. We all were talking very loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at our table and the tables next to us had to talk louder in order to hear each&lt;br /&gt;other. The restaurant got really loud very fast. For dessert, Theresa&lt;br /&gt;ordered a syrupy drink which was much too sweet. After dinner, we went back&lt;br /&gt;to Disneyland except for Ted who was still sick and stayed at Pat’s house.&lt;br /&gt;We went on Star Tours, Autotopia, Indiana Jones, Pirates of the Caribbean,&lt;br /&gt;and Splash Mountain. Bret told the guys a secret about the cars in&lt;br /&gt;Autotopia. If you pull back on the accelerator, the car stops.&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, all of the guys were stopping cars and people were crashing&lt;br /&gt;into each other. One girl lucky girl got to ride with Mickey! After the&lt;br /&gt;ride, some of us got autographs from Mickey and Goofy and some of us&lt;br /&gt;interviewed Goofy. We found out that he would win in a fist fight and that&lt;br /&gt;Mickey, the being the big cheese, is paid more than him. The guys went on&lt;br /&gt;Space Mountain and told us that it had some cheesy techno music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(we love our techno!) Most of us went on Splash Mountain. I had Pat and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chelsea on my boat and Pat tried to scare us by rocking the boat the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whole time. It was great and our picture was hilarious. During the night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we referred to Pat as “Uncle Pat”, and made up your mom jokes. Before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we left, we went to some souvenir shops, Bret lost Estrella for a moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we left the park at 1am. Bret and Pat had a competition to see who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;could knock over as many parking cones as possible without getting caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea who won. Although it was late and most of us were tired, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;couldn’t go to sleep because we knew that waking up meant going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will and I thought about putting shaving cream on Pat’s face while he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;asleep but we couldn’t bring ourselves to doing it. Instead Bret thought of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and even better idea. We all pretended to go to sleep and Pat went to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;outside on the lawn in a chair and his sleeping bag. Bret got out of his room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and all of us crowded around the outdoor table, hidden from Pat’s sight. All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of us were laughing in anticipation. When Bret turned on the sprinklers, Pat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yelped and ran out of his bag, turned the corner, and Will took a candid photo&lt;br /&gt;which didn’t turn out well. Bret and Pat chased each other around for about&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes and the chase ended up with a water wrestling match. After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;being well entertained, everyone went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, Going Home&lt;br /&gt;Bret set his alarm for early in the morning (I think he only got like 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hours of sleep) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but Thierry had to wake him up because he slept through the&lt;br /&gt;alarm. During our last hours in LA, we went to Downtown Disney for some&lt;br /&gt;last minute shopping. We had some Jamba Juice, had glitter sprayed all over&lt;br /&gt;us at Libby Lou, and looked at some awesome rastafari hats. After shopping,&lt;br /&gt;we said goodbye to Will and Theresa who were staying in LA for a while&lt;br /&gt;longer. Traffic was a bit better after going by another truck spill (cans&lt;br /&gt;this time). Pat slept during our pit stops (we all felt kind of bad) and we&lt;br /&gt;got back to St. James at 9pm. 7 hours is much better than 8. Chelsea’s&lt;br /&gt;little, little sister was happy to see us and we were all happy to have had&lt;br /&gt;such a great bonding experience. 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