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  <title>Jordyn Jaykay</title>
  <subtitle>Jordyn Jaykay</subtitle>
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    <name>Jordyn Jaykay</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-18T00:39:31Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:2341</id>
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    <title>lists~</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T00:39:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T00:39:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Antic Cafe</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i adore lists.&lt;br /&gt;who the hell doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;the get things done.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;and today, while speaking with a friend, i have conjured up a list of people i want to marry, and now will add why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1!) Josh- Right now he's my main squeeze. I've never felt anything this strong for anyone else. He's the sun that lights my world every morning and after dark he's not very far.&lt;br /&gt;2@) Kein- Who wouldn't want to marry their muse? It'd be an honor to marry your muse, don't you think? I think this feeling is only temporary, but it may not be.&lt;br /&gt;3#) Justin- Just to have him around. He looks so adorable in a uniform~ :*&lt;br /&gt;4$) Kanon- I'd love to wake up next to him every morning. Call it a Cafeko's fantasy. I call it "wanting". Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;5%) Bou- Just to see how he is, really. I haven't heard any word about his wellbeing since his departure from Antic Cafe and it hurts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;6^) Miku- OMG. His voice is like. Yum. His attitude is like. Yum. He is like. Yum. Now this is def. a Cafeko's fantasy. 8D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:2138</id>
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    <title>NEH YOU'RE SO MEAN!</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T00:20:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T00:20:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AN CAFE</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;but, i told you i was going to write mean things about you, so...&lt;br /&gt;uhm, you're short and preppy and it frightens me? 8D&lt;br /&gt;WAS THAT MEAN?&lt;br /&gt;-cough-&lt;br /&gt;you iz kewl.&lt;br /&gt;yes. you're so cool i can spell kewl wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- YOU ROCK! 8D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:1912</id>
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    <title>uhm, excuse me?  .... I'd like my lunch nao~</title>
    <published>2008-10-06T18:32:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-06T18:32:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Random Direction</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I had to make up a test in English during my study hall. Well, I already knew my teacher had a class, and I had a hunch that Asian Attitude Problem was in it, so I did my best to look... /normal/. Of course, he knew who I was the second I walked in and he laughed. Yes, laughed- he didn't even try to hide it. My English teacher scolded him, and he did shut up and went back to his book... NOT! He was watching the whole time I took my test! It was infuriating! I should have just stayed for a while longer just to annoy him. I am definitely going to skip school for tests during that block just to make them up in study hall. Payback time Mister Attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always looking forward to lunch now. Those eyes... augh, I want them! They're like ice, and yet they're not chilling at all. I swoon to myself every time he smiles at me. But I keep reminding myself of Joshie and life is all better. Kind of. I'll get over it, I'm sure. It's just a crush, after all. I always get over my crushes eventually. Though if I'm close to them I'll prove to myself they want me and it makes me get over them that much sooner. I seem to want what I can't have and when I have it I am no longer interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I think Cat Thing is going to be a teacher- the one that nobody likes. ;D Like a kindergarten teacher that all the kids are afraid of! Ahah!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:1701</id>
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    <title>school, okay?</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T21:01:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T21:01:14Z</updated>
    <category term="school schedule"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Block 1- Simple enough. It's a small class, so I'm fine with it. Besides, Kelsy's there! n.n YEY! I&amp;nbsp;already know a lot of stuff, and it's only the third day of class, so that's really good. I&amp;nbsp;can annoy the crap out of my mother with a new language!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 2- There are pros and cons to this class, totally. Kelsey's in this class, for one. It's also a very big class, so it's less likely I'll be called on for anything. And Thai is in this class. The cons?&amp;nbsp;Well, little miss tree hugger is in this class, and I&amp;nbsp;hate her- a lot. And Thai. I&amp;nbsp;mean, c'mon!&amp;nbsp;I'm trying to get over Kien and it's easier said than done when someone with the same last name and face (lol, they srsly look alike xD) is sitting right in your line of view. AUGH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 3- OMFG!&amp;nbsp;Shoot me now, please. Our teacher is a total jerk (no lie, he even has a shirt hanging at the front of the class that says MR. -namehere- IS&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;JERK) and... IT!&amp;nbsp;Right there, too. D:&amp;nbsp;Srsly, I'm going to die. I&amp;nbsp;will spend as much time away from this class as I&amp;nbsp;can- if only there weren't a cute senior sitting in front of me. Darn him. -scowl-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 4- Jocks. Tons and tons of them. Like wth?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;didn't ask to be grouped wtih a bunch of idiots who think that the smarter guy is the one who can bench press the most. Ew?&amp;nbsp;And here's the catch- they hate me. Really. D:&amp;nbsp;Jocks are meant to hate &amp;quot;emo&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;girls like me. They need to grow up and get over it. Kayz?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 5- Well, okay. Because of Ben I know I'll always have a partner in crime. lol. I&amp;nbsp;really couldn't care about any other aspect of this class- it's English and I&amp;nbsp;love reading so we'll get along so well. =)&amp;nbsp;Now I&amp;nbsp;won't be sitting there wondering why I'm all alone. THERE'S&amp;nbsp;NO&amp;nbsp;ONE&amp;nbsp;HERE&amp;nbsp;BESIDES&amp;nbsp;ME!&amp;nbsp;-cough- Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 6- My teacher is a nut. He's insane. He frightens me. AND&amp;nbsp;OMG&amp;nbsp;HE&amp;nbsp;NEEDS&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;TEACH!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can't learn when he's up at the front of the class acting like a retard and shouting TIMES&amp;nbsp;THREE&amp;nbsp;MINUS&amp;nbsp;ONE every five minutes. Like augh. D:&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;blame the fact that he lost many brain cells watching stupid movies on my lack of learning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 7- It's choir. Really easy, you know?&amp;nbsp;You show up, you sing, you leave, you pass midterms and final year tests. Not to mention the unmentionables. ;D&amp;nbsp;Lyk srsly- choir boys = yum. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Block 8- DOOD!&amp;nbsp;Totally going to chat with Kien during this class. MSN&amp;nbsp;FTW! I'll do good in this class with my photoshop guru at my almost beck and call. Not to mention anyone else that lives in a different time zone (coughjimmiiandolliecough). Now I&amp;nbsp;won't be bored, and I'll do well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:1306</id>
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    <title>this sucks. but not literally, cuz that'd be wrong?</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T23:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T23:00:36Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>a lot right now. doing this weird thing. -shrugs-</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well. Kien's off to school.&lt;br /&gt;Which totally screws with the schedule we were finally used to.&lt;br /&gt;But I got it covered, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to like.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to him on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;And if he's a good little boy I'll be able to talk to him until he disappears around three-ish.&lt;br /&gt;My time, of course.&lt;br /&gt;c:&lt;br /&gt;And I can always get on the computers at school and chat with him. c:&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I will be totally nervous about school.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if a guy asks me out I'll turn him down the second the question escapes his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to Kien, and Kien alone.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook proves that. xD&lt;br /&gt;But-&lt;br /&gt;I do like Kien.&lt;br /&gt;And he promised to brag about me to his new friends that he made at his new school. xD&lt;br /&gt;So I win for that.&lt;br /&gt;I WIN CAKE FOR THAT!&lt;br /&gt;The world is better with cake, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Be very jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this concludes today. I guess. =/&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert angst here-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:1063</id>
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    <title>christmas in july ftw?</title>
    <published>2008-07-26T20:36:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-26T20:36:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I guess it is too hard to ask for solitude&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I can't sit alone for two seconds before some idiot takes away my wanted loneliness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;For some reason the word 'magician' makes my mind scream 'pedophile'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It's probably just me, though&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You never give a kid a dollar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Seriously&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He'll just get mauled by jealous munchkins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Though… that is rather amusing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The music here SUCKS ASS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I wish Kien could be here performing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I doubt I'd give him enough space to do so&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Speaking of Kien- there's someone here named Kim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And when I hear her name I think they're saying Kien&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I didn't think there'd be any hot guys here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Suppose I was wrong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He's watching that damn pedo…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I mean magician&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;C'mon skater boy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Look at me and my skinny jeans!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I feel like I'm "cheating" on Kien when I look at a hot guy or flirt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I want Kien to be mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Is that asking for too much?&lt;br /&gt; every few minutes I want to cry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm not even thinking about anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hmm… that skater watching the magic show has an expression that obviously means he's reading the magician…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A NON-BELIEVER!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Oh the irony that the "band" is playing "I'm a Believer" by Smash Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:772</id>
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    <title>my heart is deciding, but it doesn't know the answer is wrong</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T22:08:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T22:08:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you should know i'm a little bit rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;with some punk on the side&lt;br /&gt;and maybe just a dash of pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that old tune playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you'd know &lt;br /&gt;that when i say i love you&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you and only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd listen to when i criticize you&lt;br /&gt;and know that when i cry it's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably just getting over something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to just die&lt;br /&gt;but that's just me and you shouldn't worry&lt;br /&gt;i'll get over it eventually and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't handle heart break well&lt;br /&gt;so if you tell me you love me and then take it back&lt;br /&gt;just know you should be very afraid of where you walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kind of person you can't trust&lt;br /&gt;while at the same time you tell me all your secrets&lt;br /&gt;wake up to the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're never safe with me&lt;br /&gt;but i'm perfectly safe with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay!&lt;br /&gt;because after all you shouldn't run when i say-&lt;br /&gt;that i really, really love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CrM9RBnMDQg"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=CrM9RBnMDQg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 don't tell, it's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;ilhim</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:miamikei:694</id>
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    <title>leave your name and number after the beep...</title>
    <published>2008-07-08T14:33:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T14:33:42Z</updated>
    <category term="brendon urie"/>
    <category term="panic at the disco"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;It's the kind of thing that makes you realize how normal those famous guys are.&lt;br /&gt;Really. They do such nice things for you.&lt;br /&gt;Take Ollie, for example. Ollie is my friend, and I love him to death, and the idiot lost his phone at the recent Panic! concert in London, UK. As he was searching, way after the show, mind you, Brendon Urie decides to go on stage, notices Ollie searching for his phone, and was kind enough to call it so Ollie could find his phone and be on his way.&lt;br /&gt;Ollie and Brendon have not stopped texting since then.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading these texts I have one thing to tell you-&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE NORMAL PEOPLE JUST LIKE YOU AND ME!&lt;br /&gt;Don't think being famous changes that- they have feelings, and inside jokes, and trust me, they get plenty bored with nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;So next time you decide to say "Oh, so-and-so has it easy" remember this.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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