<?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-35602011</id><updated>2012-01-24T00:12:10.530-08:00</updated><category term='Tash Musta George Meredith Walk On Water Rescuing'/><category term='Tash Musta George Meredith Walk On Water'/><title type='text'>Just Tash</title><subtitle type='html'>A Jedi no one knows..... but you will remember my name</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-5105771609646198741</id><published>2008-04-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:09.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 More Years Til 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/SBD8p-Di4II/AAAAAAAAAEg/_1PBa6gp00M/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192928168320884866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/SBD8p-Di4II/AAAAAAAAAEg/_1PBa6gp00M/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Today is my 25 birthday! And boy these past couple of years my life has definately changed. I've done some pretty stupid things, grown as a person, met some new people and lost some people as well.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I have really enjoyed spending this day with people such as Jace, Jinx, Daniel, Chester, Mike, George and Meredith. You all mean so much to me!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Not much else to say except I have eaten way to much sweets today! :D&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-5105771609646198741?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5105771609646198741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=5105771609646198741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5105771609646198741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5105771609646198741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-more-years.html' title='5 More Years Til 30'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/SBD8p-Di4II/AAAAAAAAAEg/_1PBa6gp00M/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6352957170845379093</id><published>2008-04-07T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:09.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/R_rMP84mTRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G2eF803aT64/s1600-h/TWBB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/R_rMP84mTRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G2eF803aT64/s400/TWBB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186682495284170002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Life has been pretty hectic. And no, I'm not talking of my personal life or my jedi life. Every single bit of it. I've been spending time taking care of Draven every chance I get. Jace graduated from his college in January but has not yet started looking for a job as a teacher. Anyway, back to the story.


    I finally finished a report for tomorrow's class. I moan running my fingers through my hair. "I can't keep doing this on my own." The library might as well be deserted by now.


    "I know." Obi-Wan says scaring me half to death. "The council thought you could handle not having a master on your own but it seems to be pretty damn crazy for you lately." I can't help but smile at the curse word that came from out of his mouth.


    "So whats your point?" I ask setting my pencil down.


    "We are getting you a new master." He says.


    I let out a sigh. "I'm sorry but I think it would be pretty hard to have a master other than Justi."


    "Let me get this straight, instead of having someone there to guide you, you want to keep breaking your back trying to do this all on your own with no help."


    I shake my head now. "No."


    "In that case," A tall man with thick black hair and a mustache stepped into the room. "Tash this is Daniel Plentel, he is now your jedi master."


    I stand shaking the man's hand. "Tash Musta. I am pleased to meet you."


    "Same to you. I apologize but it's about time you move out of your old quarters with George and Meredith." Daniel tells me.


    I nod my head. Honestly, George and Meredith were part of the reason for my stress. With taking care of the baby and everything it was hard to come home to them biggering at each other about the stupid things. Heck, we haven't even been hanging out together lately. If I wanted to see anyone other than Jace I would go see Mike, Chester or Jinx most of the time.


    "Your things were already moved to the newest quarters, I hope you don't mind." Obi-Wan adds.

    Again I nod my head. I was left without words to say.


    "Well, I guess we'll just be on our way now. Thank you Master Kenobi." Daniel smiles leading me out of the library.


    "Thanks." I mumble.


    'Til Later
    Tash Moonwalker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-6352957170845379093?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6352957170845379093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6352957170845379093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6352957170845379093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6352957170845379093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-daniel.html' title='Meet Daniel'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/R_rMP84mTRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G2eF803aT64/s72-c/TWBB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-4414779917707739388</id><published>2008-02-22T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:44:17.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Shocked</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe Draven has been in this world for almost four months! Life has been pretty freaking insane and I haven't been doing jedi work for a little while now. Nothing very drastic has happened to me lately except the fact that Chester broke his wrist. So, really the only reason I'm posting right now is to late you all know that I'm still alive. Sadly, I have nothing else to really say. At least I'm getting a post in here and there.

Tash Moonwalker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-4414779917707739388?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/4414779917707739388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=4414779917707739388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4414779917707739388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4414779917707739388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-shocked.html' title='Be Shocked'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-8900918052705047948</id><published>2007-12-17T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:42:41.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Home</title><content type='html'>They're finally letting me go home along with the baby! Well, Jace is finally getting used to avoiding his hospitalphobia but when we all finally got home the first thing he did was sit down on the couch. I had to order him to go get Draven a bottle first.



Meanwhile I was rushing to go get my big bag from the baby shower.



I walk into the living room with it.



"Well, the crib is currently sitting in our room but we have to get all this stuff in his room." I tell Jace as he craddles the baby in his arms along with his bottle.



* * *

So, we went through all Draven's things and decorated the whole room in a few hours.

Yes, we're now home.

Well, I'm taking a whole bunch of time off from Jedi Work because they don't need me.

Stress is an enemy, I scared it away.

-Tash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-8900918052705047948?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8900918052705047948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=8900918052705047948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8900918052705047948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8900918052705047948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-me-home.html' title='Take Me Home'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-8291741416022200110</id><published>2007-11-30T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:09.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click, Click, Click... BOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/R1P_1bFFeRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iPYETVGtMxY/s1600-R/newborn-baby-picture-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139732893027105042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/R1P_1bFFeRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rtz3W4oZk0o/s320/newborn-baby-picture-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally! I felt at least a little bit of clarity.

Belda was fine in her new dorm (long story), I told the medical bay about Talinda and not the baby, Jace was around more than usual lately.

Anyway, yeah this is urgent and you're lucky I'm posting.

I slowly and nervously walk my way out of the bathroom of Jay's apartment. Hey, its Thursday night I get to leave the temple thankfully.

I breathe in hard standing in front of Jace. "Hun, I think its time for the baby." I say placing my hand over his breathing hard again.

His mouth drops halfway open. "Oh my God.... Don't worry love come on." Jace says half rushing half trying to be calm... He wasn't either and he knew it.

Oh yeah, by the time we got into the speeder, I wanted to scream my guts out. How could the baby already be coming? I was told December 12th was the due date... Not now. Here.



* * *

My brow is wet from exhaustion.

But, I had baby Draven Jason Moonwalker in my arms. Born November 29th, 2007 at 11:55 PM. He was safe and in this world and that was all that mattered to me now.

God, poor Jace. How could they kick him out of the room during his son's own birth? No wonder he almost sufficated when he finally got to hold him.

Anyway, yeah whoa. I finally have a son! Credit to Jace for letting me use his laptop for a couple minutes to post this. Draven is in the nursery right now getting sleep. I wonder who needs it more, me, Jace or the baby?

Well, please read this post from Jace's point of view in a moment.



'Til Later
Tash Moonwalker *WELCOME DRAVEN JASON MY SON!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-8291741416022200110?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8291741416022200110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=8291741416022200110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8291741416022200110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8291741416022200110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/11/click-click-click-boom.html' title='Click, Click, Click... BOOM!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/R1P_1bFFeRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rtz3W4oZk0o/s72-c/newborn-baby-picture-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2262680894318215911</id><published>2007-11-03T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T05:03:35.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Happy Anniversary to me and Jace!

Its hard to believe that I have now been Mrs. Moonwalker for a year!

I'm sure that Jace will be a way better parent than I am.

Life wouldn't be as good without you.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that today last year I was getting married.

Later
Tash Moonwalker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2262680894318215911?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2262680894318215911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2262680894318215911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2262680894318215911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2262680894318215911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/11/anniversary.html' title='The Anniversary!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-30537172770418533</id><published>2007-10-31T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:24:26.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!

I apologize for the lack of updates.
Life has been VERY crazy lately.
I will finish the story later. :)
On another note, Jace and I's anniversary is in three days so please try to 'leave me alone' on Saturday.
So yeah I had a good time tonight. :)
See you all who knows when.

-Tash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-30537172770418533?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/30537172770418533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=30537172770418533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/30537172770418533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/30537172770418533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7863196299069996637</id><published>2007-09-28T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:03:00.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times Good Times</title><content type='html'>After hanging out with so many people that have been quite better lately I realized how much Belda's been here at the temple lately. We planned a time to chat and do some girl stuff. It was nice to talk to a jedi younger than I because everytime I talk to someone else I feel like their teaching me some lessons. But, with Belda we can tell each other things... I just never though it would go on like this.





"Would you like to spend the night at my quarters? It would just be me, George and you Meredith isn't home." I ask Belda.





"oh okies" Belda says. "Just lemme get my things."





"AHHHH!" I hear her scream.




I rush into her room concerned. "What happen?"




"My things gone!" She cried.




"What all did you need?"




"A bed, my Guardian Bear, my chest of things my parents left me, my clothes-




I embraced her into a hug as she broke into tears. "I'm sorry Belda."




We gathered some people to try to find her things. Instead we found out that Belda was moved into a dorm with a few other Padawan. She was still said.




"Cry you must not get attatched you will." Yoda tells Belda.




"Leaver er alone!" I burst. What happened? Was this Talinda or me? "Sorry I didn't mean to say that!" I blab.

"Tash come here!" Bariss orders.

I sigh and walk toward her slowly. "Yes?"

"Shaak Ti why dont you show Belda her new room I need to discuss something with Tash, I will be up there when I am done." Bariss says.

Oh boy...

Now Bariss and I are walking and talking. She seems different compared to the others.

"Tash, why did you snap at Master Yoda like that?" She asks me.

"I understand my mistake I promise it will never happen again... I was told we make our mistakes for a reason... The only reason they exist is just so we learn from them"



&lt;p&gt;"this is true, but something like this isnt good for the younglings to be seeing..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Teach her a lesson I will" Yoda chimes in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes I know that now... and with all I've been trying to teach her tonight... shall I speak to her about how that was wrong? she actually seemed a tad curious about it" I say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"think what do you Windu?" Windu! I didn't even know he was here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Musta has learned from her mistake but I agree she does need to realize that Belda Pinik is a younger student and she needs to be set a good example. Master Windu tells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Punsisher her we should."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that was coming from Yoda of course so nothing out of the ordinary. But, he was standing next to the man that wanted to save me from being emotionally scared for life when Meredith almost died. I had to suck it up and move on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'll talk what ever punishment you give me sir." I say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Show to young Belda being bad is not good." Yoda continues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got that already!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I understand that sir... and I will apologize to her and you both." I tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoda turns his head to Master Windu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He heaved out a sigh. "You go ahead and decide her punishment."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could tell that Yoda suddenly didn't like punishment as much. "Write Ten holos of public apology or twenty whacks with cane?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What sort of public apology sir?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" write 5 holos of what you did wrong and 5 holos of how sorry you are tomorrow morning before classes due it is"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I nod. "Yes sir."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoda looks back to Windu again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mace shrugs his shoulders. "Sounds necessary to me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it was time to talk to Bariss. I felt pretty bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Tash, be happy, most woulda taken the easy way out." She says in a really soothing tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Thank you master." I'm still looking at my boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You made a wise decision."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally look up at her. "I still feel guilty about it though."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do explain." She says wrapping an arm around my shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How? I can't say 'I have a killer alter ego and I'm not sure if that was her or me talking trash to ya'. Actually, I just had to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Its just... Happened I don't know how or why... And I have an evil alter ego and I'm not sure if that was her work or my own." I ramble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hmmm... When you are done with your assingment, stop by the healers area I want to have a look at that...." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh-oh what if they find out about my pregnancy? Well, there just might be a way to slip that by Bariss. I felt like I could trust her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let me walk you to Belda's new room." Bariss says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Thank you." I say looking up into her eyes finally smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TBC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Til Who Knows When&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-7863196299069996637?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7863196299069996637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7863196299069996637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7863196299069996637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7863196299069996637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-times-good-times.html' title='Good Times Good Times'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7636026054781644538</id><published>2007-09-10T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T05:13:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ug is the word of the day</title><content type='html'>I’m sitting in the cafeteria with all the guys. The girls didn’t bother getting up early this morning. Yes, we’re all in pajamas. It’s just me, George, Mike (new student now) and Chester (also new student).
“Where’s Jay?” Mike asked me.
“Most likely… sleeping.” I say. Knowing him he won’t have class until 9:30.
“Lucky!” George says.
“Georgie you are aware that if you didn’t agree to come this morning you could be in bed too?” Chester asks.
I giggle.
“Yeh….. No.” Says George as his face goes red.
We all crack up. Hanging with all the guys was pretty good down time. I’ve been around many girls lately, I sorta needed a break. Besides Meredith and I had been going to the library, for four days last week. Yeah not very fun, after the first two days.
“Hey uh… Tash?” Chester says under his breath.
“Hmph?” I grunt.
“I have a mission to go on in two months after my training, Mike and I don’t have a master yet-
“So what are you saying?” I sneer.
“Can you go with us for safety purposes?” Chester asks with a sly smile on his face.
“Ug! ChazyChaz I told you that is month before she can’t do that!”
“Guys I know what your saying and I just won’t be around I’ll have to get my own mission set up maybe see if Jay can come with me. Besides maybe Jinx could go she’s just as good as I am.”
This makes Chester smile.
“Fine but after that kid is born we’re all going on a mission!” Chester says sternly.
I giggle.
Man this will be weird year…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-7636026054781644538?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7636026054781644538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7636026054781644538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7636026054781644538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7636026054781644538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/09/ug-is-word-of-day.html' title='Ug is the word of the day'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3603172383331527962</id><published>2007-09-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T08:21:38.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Class</title><content type='html'>Class is back in session at the Jedi Temple. No more missions for a while. Its all study. Yep you heard right I have to sit on my butt in class along with Meredith, George, possibly Jinx when she returns and everyone else. I honestly think this'll help me for a while. After all this sadness I feel like my life has turned into a soap opera. I need the throw that away. Like I said not to long ago, every mission shall lead you to depression. So I get today and tomorrow off which is great. I feel like a regular student again. I'm sorry for the delays lately with posting but I have been a bit busy. I'll try to post more now that I won't be as busy aside from the studying and what not.

Later
Tash Musta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3603172383331527962?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3603172383331527962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3603172383331527962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3603172383331527962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3603172383331527962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-class.html' title='Back To Class'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3506898427690552793</id><published>2007-08-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:59:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>It is so nice to be home! The atmosphere feels so much cleaner and healthier. I feel like anyone I know that I haven’t seen in a long time should be hugged.  Anyway, I should be getting back to the story.

I walk into my room and I see anyone who could make it standing right there in front of me. I see Jace, Chester, Mike, Belda, Liam, Meredith, George, Christina and Starz. I rush into each of their arms happily. Thank God they were all still alive.

Jace hugs me again and I realize something, he’s crying. Everyone else is looking away trying to ignore what is happening in this moment of silence.

“Everything is going to be okay.” I whisper into his ear. It seems to make him hold on tighter. I feel stupid saying those words because everything can change in a second. It’s hard to consider that a lie or the soon to be truth we can’t believe just yet.

After a bit of a small party it was time for one of my favorite things to have, roommate time with Meredith and George. They have been going through the hardest time lately. Oh how I’d missed them so. Especially George because Jinx isn’t around and he’s pretty much the next best thing.

George and I are sitting in the living room talking while Meredith gets some zzz’s. We do this way too much.

“You seem….different.” George tells me.

I knew that this mission had really changed my life. All I do is look into the fire and ignore his words.

“I’m really sorry if all of this stuff going on is confusing you. All of you.” My eyes still not meeting his. Ever since the mission and what happened with Anakin/Vader I feel weird talking to anyone. This was just another habit to break.

‘Til Later
Tash *Back Home!!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3506898427690552793?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3506898427690552793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3506898427690552793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3506898427690552793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3506898427690552793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-8634555694899248411</id><published>2007-08-17T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:09.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things Give You Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RsXQAU6J0GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9qbcnCNtNEc/s1600-h/kat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099710857098154082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RsXQAU6J0GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9qbcnCNtNEc/s400/kat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Anakin and I are getting to the equator of Meteora. Yet I realize something, there is no time hole. We're still going to be in the future. I didn't even know what it would be like.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cockpit opens. I get out along with Anakin and look around. A piercing scream surges through my ears. I rush toward the pleads as quickly as I can. Anakin is trudging next to me.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was wourse than I thought. This was almost just like the that woman told me about.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We evacuated all of the children and elder before! I don't understand how they got back!" I shout over the noise.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They must have been told about it and rushed toward Meteora to check on their loved ones that were left!" Anakin says.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nod and run toward the first person I see. The wind begins to pick up just as I get to her side.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anakin grabs my arm. "Tash its to dangerous we have to get out of here!"

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No I'll be okay." I tell him.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quick!"

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Excuse me miss where are you hu-

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TASH NOW!" He pulls me away faster and harder.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NO!" I cry. "THESE PEOPLE NEED HELP YOU JUST DON'T GET IT VADER! YOU NEVER WILL! WE HAVE TO HELP THESE PEOPLE! IF YOU EVER LOVED ANY OF YOURS FRIENDS YOU WOULD HELP THEM! PLEASE!"

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I begin feeling tears rush down my cheeks.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anakin picks me up silently and sits me down in the speeder.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to stop at a medical bay.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sit outside and don't talk. I felt as if he was the same person I once knew. Before thinking about it I'm crying into his shoulder. Never had I seen him let anyone do that. It was a bit frightening.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on we're gonna take you home." Anakin tells me in a deep voice.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?"

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're gonna go back to Kashykk and you're going to go into that time hole and go back to Coruscant." He demands.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get inside the speeder and listen.

* * *

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm walking back toward &lt;em&gt;The Freedom Rider &lt;/em&gt;along with Anakin.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goodbye." I say looking down at my shoes refusing to meet his gaze.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bye." He says.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give him a hug and get inside. It was finally time to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-8634555694899248411?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8634555694899248411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=8634555694899248411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8634555694899248411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8634555694899248411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-things-give-you-away.html' title='The Little Things Give You Away'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RsXQAU6J0GI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9qbcnCNtNEc/s72-c/kat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3363491228361564600</id><published>2007-07-31T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:24:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pieces Part Two</title><content type='html'>I finally catch Anakin. His lightsaber is pointed at a mother wookiee and her baby. 

I lunge forward, gripping my saber tight. I prayed I wouldn't lose control.

"Move Tash!" He growls. 

I shake my head. "No." I put my lightsaber away and just stare at Anakin. He smirks and does the exact same. This has happened with us more than once.

He grabs my arm walking us toward a tree house. "Come with me." He says.

One part of me wants to hate his guts because of what he has become, another wants to love him like I used to.

We step up the latter with caution. When we finally get to the top I feel as if I'm on top of the galaxy. Even though that is in a way impossible.

"So you have accepted this truth?" Anakin asks me in a low voice.

"Not exactly. I've accepted what you're becoming... A lie!" The word lies echoes through my head. Trying to ignore it, I stomp over to the side of the tree house to see the view of Kashykk. It was always beautiful but now it is terrible and makes your eyes sting from tears to even glance at it.
"Come to Meteora with me!" I shout at Anakin once he stands by my side.
"Where?" He asks.
"Meteora. Just come!" Without warning I grab him by the arm and begin walking us down the latter step by step. Hisship is on the landing platform. I rush toward it and hop infront of the wheel. He sits in shotgun a frown stuck on his face.



As we're on our way we don't speak. I knew if I did it would result in me questioning his actions. He already gets that enough I'm sure. Passing each planet like Mustafar, Tatooine and Alderaan makes me wonder what they're like right now.


We're finally here. Its dark and gloomy. My heart sinks at how bad it is.

TBC

Later Tash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3363491228361564600?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3363491228361564600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3363491228361564600&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3363491228361564600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3363491228361564600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-pieces-part-two.html' title='In Pieces Part Two'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1979037722632470916</id><published>2007-07-11T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:10.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pieces Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RpUJbHsTjlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MLo-eEy3NRA/s1600-h/sith_anakin_vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085981715710840402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RpUJbHsTjlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MLo-eEy3NRA/s400/sith_anakin_vader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RpUIrnsTjkI/AAAAAAAAADo/q8Ajwvdw1Aw/s1600-h/sith_anakin_vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;(sorry about this one being so short. I am going to split it into two pieces)

Jace made a decision on this mission that I agreed to before I even realized what he told me. He decided we were going to go and tell the council of most of this mission... Even though it wasn't over, we didn't care.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm snoozing in the back bedroom when I hear Jace scream.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship was being sucked into the equator of Kashykk. There is a big black hole, we went straight into it. It was a time hole.

* * *

Everything is terrible on Kashykk. Someone with a black hood covering his face came our way.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pulls his hood down.That face was all to fimiliar.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Anakin!" I shout.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends shakes his head.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am not Anakin, I am Darth Vader."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It couldn't be true...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've changed." He whispers.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was truth in his lies. It all made me want to lay down on the ground and scream.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man I once knew walked away, overflowing with rage.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly I walk toward Jace.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Honey... I need you to do me a huge favor. Please let me do this on my own. Go to the council and tell them what has happened."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're sure?" He asks.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nod. I had to find Anakin, no... Vader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/em&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/35602011-1979037722632470916?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1979037722632470916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1979037722632470916&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1979037722632470916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1979037722632470916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-pieces-part-one.html' title='In Pieces Part One'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RpUJbHsTjlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MLo-eEy3NRA/s72-c/sith_anakin_vader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-5212107962946267080</id><published>2007-07-07T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:43:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between</title><content type='html'>The ship wasn't really taking us anywhere, Jace just talked me into us staying in it so we were safe. I felt isolated from the rest of the galaxy. We hear a shot outside. I jump. Jace runs outside so fast if you sped it up on a tape he would look blurry. I'm right behind him.



It was a bounty hunter. He pulls off his helmet. I knew who he was.



"BOBA FETT!" We both scream.



Jace pulls out a gun and shoots it at him. He misses by a few inches. Many, many, many clones come out of his ship. He was about fifteen or sixteen now so he couldn't do this on his own.



Bullets and lasers are flying everywhere. Thankfully my lightsaber blocked them all.



"TASH! IF YOU WANNA SAY ANYTHING SAY IT NOW!" Jace yells at me.



Tears fall down my face. "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE THINGS I'VE DOWN! I'M SORRY FOR FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU! I'M SORRY FOR BEING DEPRESSED! I'M SORRY FOR NOT CARING ABOUT THE FORCE AT TIMES! I GOT STUCKE IN BETWEEN MY PRIDE AND MY PROMISE! BETWEEN THE LIES AND HOW THE TRUTH GETS IN THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yell.



Suddenly Jace pulls my lightsaber from my belt and sticks it through the ground. I feel as if Meteora was about to split in two. All of the intruders run back into Boba's ship.



"Cowards." Jace grunts.



Jace rushes me into the ship.



I'm still crying.

He places his palms on my cheeks, I calm down a bit.

"You listen to me! You have no reason to be apologizing! You're human and we all make mistakes! Don't you ever say things like that again!" Jace tells me.

He wraps his arms around me and I'm not chilled anymore. I kiss his cheek. "I love you Jay."

My world was finally calming down before it came to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-5212107962946267080?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5212107962946267080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=5212107962946267080&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5212107962946267080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5212107962946267080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-between.html' title='In Between'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6396596063757584399</id><published>2007-07-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:10.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-mT5j7QwYk/RokneT1uY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NiJev6kKDB4/s1600-h/psindep03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082637056139486098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-mT5j7QwYk/RokneT1uY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NiJev6kKDB4/s320/psindep03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since my plan didn't work out like a wanted, I decided to haunt Tash's stupid dreams instead. There are no secrets in between us. I know that she's pregnant, I know that she's in love, I know everything about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sit back, close my eyes ans think up a nightmare. It is Valentine's Day and she is all alone in the snow. I suddenly appear. I pick her up and throw her into the snow. I laugh a bit and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I might only be Tash's alter ego, but I know what to do. Her time will come. And she will forever be haunted. Although before she even knew of me, she had a deep depressed mind. That's why I came... To make her life wourse.&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/35602011-6396596063757584399?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6396596063757584399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6396596063757584399&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6396596063757584399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6396596063757584399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/07/misery-worker.html' title='Misery Worker'/><author><name>Talinda Blackrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249936091744266214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://msnbcmedia2.msn.com/j/ap/5cb8b406-eb99-4097-aa09-154f5e800a4c.widec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-mT5j7QwYk/RokneT1uY5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NiJev6kKDB4/s72-c/psindep03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7821276877199588351</id><published>2007-07-01T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:12:20.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>After a bit of time taking my mind off of Talinda and what my future holds, I decided to call Master Yoda to ask him some questions about my haunter.



"Be like Catia she will not. Happen once that can happen. Once only. Be an alter ego Talinda will be instead. Sense her take over you will. Follow she will not." Yoda tells me.



"So, I won't ever see her?" I ask.



"Occasionally. Cannot happen is a faith like Master Deimos. Predict more of your future I cannot." Yoda says in hushes tones.



I nod my head. I knew Phobia's story all to well. The fact that Catia will take over her body is terrible. But, I now understand that Talinda is different and she will take over my mind. She basically doesn't haver control over her own.



My thoughts travel so far that I fall to sleep. I hada feeling dreams were about to find there way into my sleep.

&lt;em&gt;The calender reads Febuary, 14th. I am out in the middle of the street and its snowing. I am cluthing my stomach. There are tears in my eyes. There is no one around at all. Its just me. Talinda walks up to me, picks me up like a doll and throws me out into the snow. I get frostbite until my lips begin turning blue. I begin crying and the dream whites out.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
I wake and realize I had a cold sweat. That dream scared me. I wanted to forget. Forget half of my life. Forever...

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-7821276877199588351?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7821276877199588351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7821276877199588351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7821276877199588351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7821276877199588351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/07/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2304606890014716852</id><published>2007-06-28T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:10.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RoQH63sTjjI/AAAAAAAAADg/vMs2nD0TudI/s1600-h/tbdt_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081194987544350258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RoQH63sTjjI/AAAAAAAAADg/vMs2nD0TudI/s400/tbdt_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a small library on Meteora. I had to go and check it out. In the center of the room there is a table, the only thing on it is a locket with a black rose on the front. I open it. Some wind suddenly picks up and than it stops. That sends chills up and down my spine. I walked out of the library as fast as I can.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After staying with all the survivors who weren't harmed for a while they were sent to different medicals bays as well as the others.

Owen Lars went back to to Tatooine so now it was just Jace and I.... so I thought.

It's beginning to get hot here on Meteora.

"You know what? I think we can finally leave." Jace tells me.

I shrug my shoulders. You could never be to sure.

The wind begins to pick up and I see a ship land on a platform about 30 feet away.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dooku!" I yell.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We run over to the landing platform as fast as we can.

Count Dooku just steps out of the ship alone. I pull out my saber before I even know what the plan is. I slash off one his right hand. He stares at me blankly. He pulls out a strange type of gray gun that I had never seen before.

He aims and shoots at me once. A dark black wind or ghost whips around me attacking my legs and stomach. It doesn't really hurt. It just feels strange.

A girl who looked plently like me suddenly stepped out of the ship. She is dressed in black from head to toe.

"Talinda Blackrose.... Tash Musta is all yours." Count Dooku tells the girl.

She nods with an evil type smile and shoots the same gun at herself charging the wind around her.

"Along with Catia Ravenstone and Phobia Deimos.... I have always been watching you, waiting to be aloud to have all control over you. That time has come today. I can battle you. I can take over your body. And other powers that no one will ever know." Talinda continues.

Jace pulls out his gun and points it at Count Dooku. He runs away back into his speeder. I'm not really paying any attention. My eyes are on Talinda. She laughs evilly at me and before I know it she's gone.

I am amazed. Jace grabs my arm and lurs me away from the scene.

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2304606890014716852?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2304606890014716852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2304606890014716852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2304606890014716852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2304606890014716852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-more-sorrow.html' title='No More Sorrow'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RoQH63sTjjI/AAAAAAAAADg/vMs2nD0TudI/s72-c/tbdt_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3652985760141753121</id><published>2007-06-21T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:10.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Friends Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RnqG2IQaGaI/AAAAAAAAADY/VPzRWRmSKNk/s1600-h/lpvsaaf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078519794301016482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RnqG2IQaGaI/AAAAAAAAADY/VPzRWRmSKNk/s400/lpvsaaf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guyz&lt;/span&gt;!


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't been here in a couple centuries because for once in a really long time I feel like I have a life and other things to do than post two blog posts in one day. Well, I haven't even started writing my new post for 'Minutes to Midnight'. All I know right now is that it is going to be called 'No More Sorrow' and there is going to be an encounter with Count &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dooku&lt;/span&gt; again. Well, anyway I thought I would give you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guyz&lt;/span&gt; something to chew on before I get a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MTM&lt;/span&gt; post up. So, this is a video full of my friends Mike and Chester (you know them), Phoenix and Rob and Joe and Brad. I love these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guyz&lt;/span&gt;! :P I know it seems like Mike and Chester are these two serious dudes but believe me they aren't really innocent.



&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the duo!


&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=lS7em7R4FKc"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=lS7em7R4FKc&lt;/a&gt;













&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike is p.oed
&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pbK9Mqqn1BQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=pbK9Mqqn1BQ&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad and Rob: The Reversable Hat Game
&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=1Jkg3ei7PD0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=1Jkg3ei7PD0&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and the Bra xD
&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CbwpinHIuP4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=CbwpinHIuP4&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chester Killed Mr. Hahn
&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=aqKyx2iU9I4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=aqKyx2iU9I4&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Runaway
&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_nrMfsoOgVY"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=_nrMfsoOgVY&lt;/a&gt;

















The Funniest Ten Minutes of My Life
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_3Dv7OaSIc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_3Dv7OaSIc&lt;/a&gt;


Anyway I hope you guys laugh as hard as I do. This gives you Jedi weird thoughts on Mike and Chester staying at the Jedi Temple huh? =P
I'm sorry that I'm only putting up links but the Html wouldn't let me embed the videos. So just click on the links and it'll take you to each video.


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Musta&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/35602011-3652985760141753121?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3652985760141753121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3652985760141753121&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3652985760141753121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3652985760141753121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/06/insane-friends-forever.html' title='Insane Friends Forever!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RnqG2IQaGaI/AAAAAAAAADY/VPzRWRmSKNk/s72-c/lpvsaaf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1243517381288874412</id><published>2007-06-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:42:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Held High</title><content type='html'>Jace is walking around and handing out fruit and water to the people in need, I'm looking for ones in pain. I turn around tofind a man with dark brown hair, a goateauge and light colored dirty clothes behind me.
"Need help?" He asks.
"Oh yes thank you." I reply.
The man holds out his hand to me so I can shake it. "Owen Lars."
I gasp. "You're Anakin Skywalker's Stepbrother!"
Owen nods. "Yes, I am. Do you know him?"
"I've known him ever since I came to the Jedi Temple he's one of my best friends!"
"You're a Jedi?" He asks me.
"Yeah. Tash Musta." I say introducing myself.
* * * *
It is late at night now. Its raining. Owen said he's going to be gone for a day. So, its just Jay and I.
We got most of the people to a medical bay at the closest planet to Meteora.
"How many of you guys need some cheering up?" Jace shouts.
All the people out in the field (including myself) raise their hands.
"I want all of you to clap your hands!" Jay screams.
Its a slow beat we're clapping and we each clap at different times.
I knew Jace would be a little crazy since all the kids are gone now. Just teens, young adults and adults.
"F_ _ _ THAT I WANNA SEE SOME FISTS PUMPIN'!" He screams.
I do for a few moments than all of the sudden a throw my hands on top of my head and close my eyes. The feeling of it soothesme. I sense Jay smile and he does the same. Than everyone else does the same.
All my other thoughts dissapear. It was one of the best feelings I had ever felt in my life.
TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-1243517381288874412?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1243517381288874412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1243517381288874412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1243517381288874412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1243517381288874412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/06/hands-held-high.html' title='Hands Held High'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7391821523088975689</id><published>2007-06-10T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:40:50.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>I awake to find Jace's arms wrapped around my waist, still dressed in the clothes he was in last night. I slip out of bed slowly and pull my hot pink robe over my shoulders.
I make my way into the bathroom and take a shower. Not just any shower. One I needed to wash away what I've done. I let the water come down onto my hair, it was steaming hot yet it didn't hurt me. All the pain and suffering I'd went through in thesepast five months needed to leave my mind. Not just pain on the inside, but the outside too. The scars from my battle withCola Dalmons, the cuts I gave myself at the ferry boat disaster, the blood and cuts from crashing through the window when I saved Jinx... and all the crap I made myself think. The Force has a weird way of playing tricks on certain minds. Of coursecontrolling the weak minded. But, the Force can play tricks on a Jedi as well. They make things that would hurt a regularcreature wourse for you, even though Jedi are supposed to have strength. Death is almost a weakness to a Jedi Knight. Sure, you can move on... It just hurts whenever it happens... You can sense it. It'll go into you so fast. You'll be doing the most normal things, like washing dishes, or working on a speeder. It'll just hit you all of the sudden. Your mind can't drift away from the hurt. Ice will slowly cover your heart until it freezes you on the inside.
I realize that the water is freezing cold now. I turn the shower head off as fast as I can and wrap a towel around my body up to my neck bone, the bone is red from the encounter with Dooku. I sit on the bathroom floor for twenty minutes and than Ifinally dress.
I walk into the living room to find Jace sitting on the couch watching TV. I sit next to him. He turns the TV off and givesme a look.
"You know we have to leave today." Jace tells me.
My hazel eyes slowly drift down to the carpet.
"Come on Tash say something."
I don't budge.
"It'll be fine. I'll be there, we can keep the baby safe, none of your loved ones will be in danger..." He continues.
I finally turn my head to look at him.
"I don't want to go." I whisper.
Jace leans over and kisses my forehead.
"It'll be okay." He assures.
I get up from the couch to pack my things, Jace is right behind me.
We finally have some time to giggle and look at our clothes. I had most of my T-Shirts at the apartment, there wasn't a single set of Jedi robes in sight.
We walk into the closet. Jace pulls off a hanger and I gasp. It was the tux he wore at our wedding. I wrap it in my arms tosmell his callone, my perfume, the roses and the church itself.
I feel a kick at my stomach causing me to drop the tuxido.
"What? What, what is it?" Jace asks.
"The baby just kicked me." I say.
Jace gives me a crooked smile. "Are you sure you don't want to know if its a boy or a girl?"
I nod my head to him.
We're now standing at the bus stop holding hands preparing to leave.
To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-7391821523088975689?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7391821523088975689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7391821523088975689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7391821523088975689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7391821523088975689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ive-done.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6011831672509150347</id><published>2007-05-31T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:11.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RmDR0DJpTzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/17hK5oLLGh8/s1600-h/normal_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071283872548343602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RmDR0DJpTzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/17hK5oLLGh8/s400/normal_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;fter staying with Zed for 45 minutes I left to check on Liam as fast as I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do we do now?" Liam asks after I tell him the devistating story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have to report this outrage to the council and than I might come back here..." I bow my head. "Depending on what the council's response is."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach turns over so I set the ship on auto pilot. Liam is napping so I have some time to myself. The sun is setting and it makes Naboo fresh on my mind. They have the most beautiful sunsets in the galaxy. I plant my hands on my tummy and glance over at my favorite picture of Jace and I. The pain of him not being by my side was torture. And because my stomach had been showing much faster than expected. My mouth feels watery. I rush into the bathroom. I puked.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******************
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The council decided that Liam was to stay in the temple because of the danger on Meteora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Take two days off you should." Master Yoda tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nod my head and travel over to Jace's apartment.
We stand infront of each other out on the balcony. Our eyes are closed and we're just talking, almost nose to nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm going on the wrest of this mission with you." Jace whispered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Professor's orders."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it wasn't showing, I was bubbling over with joy. He wraps his arms around my waist and gave me a deep kiss. I felt as if he was pouring out his heart and soul to me without even saying a word. Even though we got married after a month of knowing each other it was almost as if we got married to know we liked and each other and to make this relationship work. I felt like it was working like a well oiled machine.
Jace had some work to do. He slowly let go of my hand as he walked down the stairs of the apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jay!" I shout hugging him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kissed me many times. I felt as if he was leaving forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll be back in a few hours... I promise." He says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nod and walk back inside, before I know it I'm asleep in our bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-6011831672509150347?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6011831672509150347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6011831672509150347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6011831672509150347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6011831672509150347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/06/shadow-of-day.html' title='Shadow of the Day'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RmDR0DJpTzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/17hK5oLLGh8/s72-c/normal_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3075541660905765464</id><published>2007-05-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:15:21.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleed It Out</title><content type='html'>The line is finally moving forward. All the people in line were begging for food or something like that. If you ask me, the Chancellor wasn’t really responsible.
“I’m going outta my f_ _ _ _ _ _ mind!” I tell the guy next to me. He just nods.
“You aren’t the only one…”
His words scare me.
I’m fifth in line now. I slip a mint under my tongue. A vision suddenly starts to come. I see Obi-Wan and Padme. They’re both sitting outside on the balcony of Padme’s apartment. He looks so tired. Padme is hurt and confused. You’re going to kill him aren’t you? Padme asks, fear overflowing in her words. I suddenly see nothing but me and a black silhouette. I bleed it out, dig it deeper just to throw it away. I say. I hear heavy breathing. That scares me. There’s sweat dripping from my brow. I miss the old you… I whisper.
Before I know it the area around me is spinning, I’m falling. I’m on the floor.
The Chancellor is standing over me, a harsh look on his face. I lift my face up from the hard ground.
Suddenly a man with a gun comes over to the Chancellor’s side.
“Lock and load.” He orders to the man.
He nods as a ray of infer red is on my head.
I get a terrible head ache. It makes me want to scream. But, I don’t.
The guy that was in front of me in line turns around punching the man in the face.
He pick me up by the arm.
“You have to leave this area now!” He shouts dragging me to an old table.

“The Chancellor is letting go of all hope for this planet. He thinks these people should be killed.” The guy tells me.
“Yeah, I kinda noticed that when he wouldn’t answer their pleads.” I state.
“I’m Zed.”
I shake his hand. “I’m Tash.”

To be continued…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3075541660905765464?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3075541660905765464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3075541660905765464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3075541660905765464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3075541660905765464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/bleed-it-out.html' title='Bleed It Out'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1366272643807031723</id><published>2007-05-26T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T06:47:41.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Out All The Wrest</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I was missing.
I was with Liam.
He was so scared.
But, no one would listen. ‘Cause no one else cares.

I stop in the middle of my foot steps.
Liam tapped my shoulder to make sure I was okay.
I shake suddenly and keep on walking. Liam continues to hover behind me like
the way a mother wolf is with her pup.

Suddenly a woman with tussled acorn brown hair rushes in front of Liam and I.
“YOU’RE THE JEDI THEY SENT!” The woman shouted with joy.
I nodded. “Yes… Is this very serious?” I ask. I feel stupid for asking now.
“Serious!? We’ve been starving and losing all hope. You could die saving us!”
Liam becomes frightened by the woman’s haunting words and stares at her.
“What?” Liam blurts.
“You two could risk your own lives, or save hundreds.”
Liam looks down at his boots trying not to let me see the tears in his eyes.
I nod beginning to turn in anger away from this woman.
“Thank you for your help…”

Liam and I stop at a bridge. The wind was getting worse causing the water to swish around like a teenager does soda in their mouth right before they gulp it down.
“Liam? I need you to do something for me okay?” I ask the young padawan.
He tries to blink away some tears.
“Sure.”
“When my time comes…. Forget all that I’ve done…. Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.” I whisper refusing to stare into his blue eyes. “Don’t resent me… But, when you’re feeling empty…. Keep me in your memory…. Leave out all the wrest.”
Liam just nods and wraps his arms around me.

Liam sits in my office on the ship while I lay on the couch with a blanket reading Sleeping Beauty.
“I found out why this planet seems so damaged.”
I jump up from the couch, to Liam’s side.
“Apparently they had a hurricane last summer.” Liam states
“We have to help these people.” I say my words flowing through the room.

I awake from a brief nap and pull on my boots.
I felt strong on the surface, not all the way through.
Liam asleep in the guest bedroom, he had a rough day.
I open his door slowly. I knew exactly how far to open it before it creaked.
“Liam… You stay here… for your safety.”
He turns over nodding and dozes back off to sleep.

There was a line to visit the Chancellor of the planet. I step way into the back of the line letting each and every person cut me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-1366272643807031723?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1366272643807031723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1366272643807031723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1366272643807031723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1366272643807031723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/leave-out-all-wrest.html' title='Leave Out All The Wrest'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3350118927938915608</id><published>2007-05-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:11.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RleOmzJpTxI/AAAAAAAAADA/o7y-7lPxCyc/s1600-h/normal_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068676702845619986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RleOmzJpTxI/AAAAAAAAADA/o7y-7lPxCyc/s400/normal_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I have fear to go to sleep, I couldn't have another dream like the one I had before. I couldn't do anything, all I could do was steer the speeder to Meteora.
After many many hours, I finally made it to Meteora. I was safe, my brain wasn't feeling haunted like it was yesterday. I actually felt okay.
I walk out onto the silver shaded platform.. My mouth drops open. I see a man I despise. Count Dooku.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even think about it, I pull out my lightsaber causing it to collapse slowly against Dooku's.
"I see your padawan braid is gone." He states.
"Unlike some people I try to take my time." I hiss.
The person inside me kicks me hard getting me distracted.
The strength I have with my lightsaber weakens and I slowly prepare to stop trying that hard. Dooku lets go of the power before I do.
The evil Sith Lord begins choking me without my feet touching the ground. I felt pain but it was nowhere near my neck nor mystomach. I still needed to know what the f_ _ _ is wrong with me. I choke on my last bit of pure air. I see that evil smileof his. He makes his grip harder for a moment like bolt of energy racing into my vains. Dooku lets go of my neck finally, Ifall to the floor. Something inside of me was still being sufficated.
The Count giggles a bit and runs faced into his ship,his brown cape flying behind him. Part of me wants to scream. Anotherwants to sit silently and let someone else chase after him. I just sit silently. He was most likely going to get away evenif I hadn't tried.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel someone tug at my tunic.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I open my eyes to a little boy that looked about six years old.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tash?"
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that voice. It always made my face light up.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Liam!" I shout. I wrap my arms around him as if he was my own child that ranaway from home.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears of joy fall down my cheeks. I hadn't seen my dear friend in about four months. He was one of the smartest padawan I have ever known. Well, next to Belda of course. ;)
I can tell Liam is confused about why I'm crying. Yeah... Younglings don't get that stuff.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strange disturbance occurs in my mind of the force. Liam feels it too.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you okay?" He asks.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jump up and grab Liam's hand.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on. And stay close to me." I whisper rushing away.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3350118927938915608?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3350118927938915608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3350118927938915608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3350118927938915608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3350118927938915608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/given-up.html' title='Given Up'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RleOmzJpTxI/AAAAAAAAADA/o7y-7lPxCyc/s72-c/normal_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-355317156178641290</id><published>2007-05-20T07:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:11.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlBdcTJpTwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0eG88_bNYs/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066652321550257922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlBdcTJpTwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0eG88_bNYs/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlBdGTJpTvI/AAAAAAAAACw/YKLzKw5npjc/s1600-h/ums103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see Anakin. Everything around him is a blur. All I see is him and me. He is falling. I can't say anything to him, I can't help, I just stand silently. It seems like nothing is even wrong with him, I can just feel something eating him up inside though. There is no guilt, there is no pain, but there is fear. I was feeling the same way. It was like we were the same person. I have fear for my baby, he has fear for his, he misses his loved one, I miss mine, he feels sick on the inside, I do too. I collapse. I don't cry, I don't scream. I just sit and stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Trader." I whisper. I than regret I said that because it'll make me admit a strange hidden truth. One that I didn't even know existed, at the same time I felt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear a scream, I didn't scream, I didn't see Anakin scream. It is a piercing one that makes my ears sting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly am in a different place throwing one of my hands into the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally awake. One of the wourst dreams I've ever had. I knew it wasn't one of my dreams of a friend being tortured. They might have been torturing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how I didn't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair was wet and clinging to my neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been crying in my sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to let this dream go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grab my suitcase I take on every mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pull all my clothes inside it slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew exactly where my heart was telling me to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a planet that was suffering more than most in this war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meteora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chancellor Palpatine had told the counsel I was going on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the only one my heart would force me to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starz jumps into my suitcase on top of my favorite Linkin Park tee shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Starz... you know you're coming with me." I say in a whining voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starz nods and jumps on top of his favorite pillow on the coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pick him and the pillow up walking out the temple doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jinx, George, Chester, Mike and Meredith are already standing outside waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" They ask for the upteenth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nod. "I'm &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk up the ramp into the sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people need someone. &lt;strong&gt;Now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&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;a href="http://eddiemusic.imeem.com/music/l09mrXSB/wake/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&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/35602011-355317156178641290?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/355317156178641290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=355317156178641290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/355317156178641290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/355317156178641290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/wake.html' title='Wake'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlBdcTJpTwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S0eG88_bNYs/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-4000660430112113306</id><published>2007-05-15T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:11.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes to Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlmCqDJpTyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_bTMmRQQQ4Y/s1600-h/cap026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069226514494082850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlmCqDJpTyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_bTMmRQQQ4Y/s400/cap026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I sit silently unable to breathe. The room sufficates me to death. I pray for the room not to cave. I knew I wasn't getting sick. I just had the sickening feeling in my gut. Every night since I was ten I sit at 11:49 to 12:00. I always have a whole feeling.
I hear a shuffling in the hallway causing me to jump.
The presence stepped into my room. It was Chester.
"Hey." I whispered.
Chester nodded in return. "Are you alright?"
I nod my head fast. "Sure... I just stay up from 11:49 to 12:00 each night. It's actually pretty stupid." I blush.
"Its fine. We all have systems like that."
&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;True...&lt;/span&gt;
The sweat on my forehead slowly begins to leave. I knew this would put me at ease.
It was now officially 12:01.
"Well, goodnight." Chester says with a yawn.
"Night."
I crawl back into my bed slowly. As if it was a nest. I needed to change back time so it was 11:49 again.

* * *
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dressing I visit Chancellor Palpatine.
I really didn't want to. I just had a feeling. But, I knew I had to.
"You seem troubled." The Chancellor tells me right as I take a seat in a chair.
I stair at the floor. "Not at all." I say under my breath.
"I understand you aren't going on any Jedi Missions for a few weeks."
I nod my head. "Yes."
"I think you really should try to go on a mission. It would mean the world to me.This war is just about to die down. We need you."
I don't make eye contact. I felt as if the world was about to freeze.
"Yes Chancellor." I stutter.
"I knew you would agree with me."
I craved for 11:49 to come once more. I needed it right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-4000660430112113306?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/4000660430112113306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=4000660430112113306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4000660430112113306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4000660430112113306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Minutes to Midnight'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RlmCqDJpTyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_bTMmRQQQ4Y/s72-c/cap026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-8731810011517969774</id><published>2007-05-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T05:58:42.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sick</title><content type='html'>Coruscant sun leaks into my room slowly. I know that I am awake I just refuse to open my eyes to face the world. The only people I would listen to that would force me to open my eyes were Jace, Jinx, Anakin or George.

Starz jumped up on top of my bed with a meow. I moaned. I stretched letting my finger tips touch the railing of my bed slowly. My eyes suddenly open. I get into my cotton candy blue big foot type slippers as I'm still in my white tank top and boxers. I was so tired I didn't care.

I sit at the table in the cafeteria with Jinx, Anakin, George, Meredith, Chester, Mike and Cristina.

"Someone didn't sleep well." George said with a giggle.
Anakin slid a bowl of  Cap'n&lt;/span&gt; Crunch in front of me.

I sat for two minutes waiting for the cereal to get soggy.

None of us were dressed for our day. We didn't care.
We traveled next door to the public cafeteria. I was hoping Jace was coming.

"If only Phobia was here you two could feel like crap together." Anakin stated.

I rolled my eyes taking a sip of my chocolate milk.

I felt someone wrap his arms around me into a hug. I didn't need to see who it was. I knew that breath.

"Good morning." Jace said kissing my cheek.

I nodded a hello. I didn't necessarily feel nauseous anymore. Except for the cramping in my stomach. I wanted to be happier. I wanted Kriss, Liam, Phobia, Padme, Van, Uncle Denny... even Alex, just to know it was gonna be okay.

Without my friends and family I would never make it through this nine months of pregnancy.

I giggled at each of their pajamas.

Chester had on a black muscle shirt and baggy checkered pants.

Jinx is wearing a lace camisole and red pajama pants.

George is basically dressed just like me only he's wearing a gray T-Shirt.

Mike is in huge blue T-Shirt with a pair of black boxers.

Meredith is wearing a purple button down silk shirt with matching silk pants.

Cristina is wearing a plane gray sweater and baggy black pants.

Anakin is wearing nothing but green speeder boxers.

While Jace, is dressed.

I suddenly had a vision of someone in a dark cloak with a hood covering their face about Six feet and two inches. Maybe it was just my sleepiness playing tricks on me. The darkness of my vision changed to the white coloring of the cafeteria.

I rushed over to the trashcan and spit up.

The room started to spin. I fell on my knees.

-

I awake on the couch in the temple, everyone is sitting in the room, waiting and watching.

Jace is sitting in the corner his foot tapping nervously.

Chester is sitting on the other couch with Mike and Jinx. Anakin is sitting in an arm chair.

Cristina is in a bean bag along with Meredith.

George is in an arm chair with his feet hovering over the side.

"I'm fine." I protest sitting up.
Jace rushes forward hugging me.

"No you aren't."

George stands up handing me my glass of chocolate milk.

"I told Master Yoda that you shouldn't be going on a mission soon and just take classes."

"WHAT!?" I yell furiously. I wanted this war to end and so I would help. Not for me to sit on my butt in classes reviewing the last semester.

"Yeah. He said you go on any mission for a while." Cristina says.
Jace smiles. "It'll only be a few weeks Tash. I promise you."

My heart slowly turns into Jell-O making me nod.

"Okay." I say with roll of the eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-8731810011517969774?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8731810011517969774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=8731810011517969774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8731810011517969774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8731810011517969774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-sick.html' title='I&apos;m So Sick'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7464957435389107460</id><published>2007-05-08T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:11.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Around Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RkJsVNGncvI/AAAAAAAAACY/yL1kw6Y0V2k/s1600-h/anihewasnt14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062728042668323570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RkJsVNGncvI/AAAAAAAAACY/yL1kw6Y0V2k/s320/anihewasnt14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RkJsBdGncuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3Ivk99wOVjU/s1600-h/normal_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must let you know that this part took place two and a half weeks ago. With all this traveling and what not.&lt;/strong&gt;

Many days pass.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chester and Jinx were officially together. I guess you could say they were taking it slower than Jace and I.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had known each other for about three and a half weeks or so.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Chester didn't seem like a total mystery to me. He seems happy. He used to seem confused.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understood that. Like he was my brother or something.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late that night we finally got home to Coruscant.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to consult Master Yoda.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Spend the night in hotel on Coruscant you must. Search the city you should."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nodded slowly. I knew exactly where I wanted to be.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * *
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed Jace right now. He couldn't come to my Bowling Party because of studies. So in that case I hadn't seem him since Febuary.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I stepped into that bedroom planting my lips against his I was worried he was going to start crying with joy. Even though I was worried the same thing was going to happen to me.


Yes, I spent the night and stayed with Jace for two days straight. Even with my Jedi work in the city.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I might as well just let this out. &lt;strong&gt;I am pregnant. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;TWO WEEKS LATER...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come back to see the love of my life at his apartment.
"Jace..."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Huh?" Jace asked a crooked smile on his face.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"I'm uh..."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I began feeling upset to my stomach, the room was a blur, my head ached.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Just let it out Tash. Tell me." Jace whispered handing me a glass of water with ice.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Jay... I'm pregnant!" I blurted tears almost falling down my face.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;But, Jace was crying.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;He wrapped his arms around me in a deep kiss.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I came outside watching the world turn around me. It was a wonderful feeling with all the stress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was putting on myself lately. My blond hair flew in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jace stepped in wrapping his arms around me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Its gonna be okay..." He whispered.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I nodded. slowly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Was he right?&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&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/35602011-7464957435389107460?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7464957435389107460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7464957435389107460&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7464957435389107460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7464957435389107460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-around-me.html' title='All Around Me'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RkJsVNGncvI/AAAAAAAAACY/yL1kw6Y0V2k/s72-c/anihewasnt14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6231617045642341147</id><published>2007-05-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:54:07.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screams That Will Never Be Answered</title><content type='html'>Before I could do anything Chester ran into the room trying to help Jinx. Anger overflowed in Cheser's mesmerizing eyes.

"Screw this! We got Jinx out alive! There is NO stopping Neddal! Its not going to happen. NOT FOR ME! I ain't doing this. I got the woman I love back! I'm not letting her go. NOT NOW!" Chester cried.

Mike and George slumped down into their seats slowly.

* * *

After the issues with Jinx kaufing up blood had stopped she just sat in her room drinkin a small glass of water. I needed to talk to her.

"Do you love him?" I asked in a flat tone.

Jinx just shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, he loves you. Don't make the mistkae I did. I got married to a man I barely knew after a MONTH!" I said.

Jinx just nodded. "I think I do love him." She whispered.

At that point Chester stormed in.

"We're going back to Coruscant." He said.

"Um... Tash can I talk to Chester alone for a second?" Jinx asked almost blushing.

I just slowly got up leaving the room.

Out of nowhere I realized who I was forgetting. Who just got home. &lt;em&gt;Jace.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-6231617045642341147?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6231617045642341147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6231617045642341147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6231617045642341147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6231617045642341147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/screams-that-will-never-be-answered.html' title='Screams That Will Never Be Answered'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1013382353550352700</id><published>2007-04-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:12.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjafrNGnctI/AAAAAAAAACI/L0gaJ6JbgdQ/s1600-h/12671508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059406795997934290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjafrNGnctI/AAAAAAAAACI/L0gaJ6JbgdQ/s400/12671508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I awake on the floor next to a blond young man and George.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;They were both still asleep.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I look around confused. &lt;em&gt;What happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There was blood in my hair turning it a faded brunette color. My pants were torn. Part of my half long sleeve shirt was gone. A piece of glass stuck out of my sock.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I realized what I was forgetting.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jinx.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;She wasn't on the other side of the glass.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I stand up quick and just fall flat on my face instead.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The yound blond man awoke with a moan.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry if I woke you." I said. I'm such a klutz.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;He shook his head slowly. "No, no. You're fine. Chester." He held out his hand to me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Tash." My eyes drifted to another young black haired man in the corner.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Him? That's Mike." Chester told me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I gasped.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Where's Jinx?"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester's eyes suddenly grew week.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"No one knows. Neddal took her during the night."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I lay my head down on the floor staring at the ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mike and Chester sat on each side of me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;At that point George was up and moving and just lay next to Mike.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Why are you here? Did Neddal kidnap you to?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Us? We could leave any time." Mike replied.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Than why are you staying?" &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester stared at me with his complicated eyes. "I love her." He whispered.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mike and George exchanged a glance.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"I've only known her four days. But, I know it's true." Chester continued.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mike sat up. "You guys should go into your ship to wash up. You're in bad shape." He said.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;George and I just nodded and walked outside slowly.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I changed into clean clothes but didn't wash my hair because it was no use.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;As I was putting on my tie the tracker went off.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"GEORGE!" I screamed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Apparently George was in the shower because he was in nothing but a towel.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jinx was 22 miles away.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I ran inside as fast as I could.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"GUYS! JINX IS LIKE 2O MILES AWAY!" I yelled out of breath.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester and Mike jumped up almost causing Chester's lip ring to fall out.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;We finally found her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mike and George went outside to battle Neddal.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester and I went inside to see Jinx.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I tried to touch her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There was a field between us.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jinx screamed as I could only stand silently.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester tried to hug (or kiss) her and he couldn't touch her either.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;George than bust in throwing his lightsaber Jinx's way and it broke the field.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester wrapped Jinx up into his arms.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Me? I almost fell back on the floor fainting. George had to hold me up.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Come on!" Mike yelled opening the front door.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Chester still held Jinx is his arms as George and I ran as fast as we could.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Two days later I sit on the holo writing a song. The best all week.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Suddenly my best friend's kaufin up blood in the sink.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-1013382353550352700?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1013382353550352700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1013382353550352700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1013382353550352700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1013382353550352700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/05/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjafrNGnctI/AAAAAAAAACI/L0gaJ6JbgdQ/s72-c/12671508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7296801818069869334</id><published>2007-04-29T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:12.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjUI7NGncrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvaPgitpHl4/s1600-h/55933506_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058959569643336370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjUI7NGncrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvaPgitpHl4/s400/55933506_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;George ran to the front of the ship sitting in the co-pilot's seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's taking us to an uncharted planet!" He yelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I held my grip tight on the wheel as I began sweating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The heat kept on coming as we got closer and closer to the atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right as we slammed at a landing platform I Hit the Floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked outside looking around the dust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Look." I said running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a light blue colored building. I sensed that Jinx was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh my God. Come on!" George said grabbing my hand rushing to the front of the building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made it inside safely. What a surprise. Seriously!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Jinx!" I shouted happily throwing my arms around her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I door opened slowly causing me to jump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Crap! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neddal&lt;/span&gt;." She said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George grabbed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;! We have to get out of here." He said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pulled away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No! I'm getting Jinx out of this place." I growled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; man ran inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"INTRUDERS!" He yelled spitting at George and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me's&lt;/span&gt; feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We pulled out our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lightsabers&lt;/span&gt; glaring at the man. I was guessing he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Neddal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neddal&lt;/span&gt; pulled out a gun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George thrashed his green saber at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Here!" I said tossing Jinx's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lightsaber&lt;/span&gt; to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pounced forward to face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neddal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many moments passed. Force was I tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Get out of here jerk!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Neddal&lt;/span&gt; yelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pushed me back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began balling my eyes out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! SHE NEEDS ME! SHE COULD DIE! I CAN'T LOSE HER! PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU!" I stuttered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I've had it." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Neddal&lt;/span&gt; whispered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pushed me into the thin glass wall breaking it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I whited out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-7296801818069869334?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7296801818069869334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7296801818069869334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7296801818069869334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7296801818069869334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/facing-reality.html' title='Facing Reality'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjUI7NGncrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvaPgitpHl4/s72-c/55933506_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2088961877834706539</id><published>2007-04-27T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:12.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjUNztGncsI/AAAAAAAAACA/YMQBfqRjHTs/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058964938352456386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjUNztGncsI/AAAAAAAAACA/YMQBfqRjHTs/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The lump in my throat grew as I grabbed my bags to go on my mission to find my best friend Jinx Miakoda. She had went missing. Force I missed her.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George came in sitting with me.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You ready to do this?" He asked trying to lighten the tension in the room.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I guess." I whispered staring down at the floor.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George wrapped an arm around me. "Its gonna be okay."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A faint smile was my only response.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I steered &lt;em&gt;The Freedom Rider &lt;/em&gt;to the left.

* * *
I stand up rushing out of the ship with George right behind me.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have our lead." I said.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would know that lightsaber anywhere.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned it on examining the purple shaded blade. It was Jinx alright.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is this Jinx's?" George asked rubbing the dust off the ground.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just nodded.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew this would be the place. Many Jedi had been kidnapped or murdered around this area.
I began breathing quickly. A vain in my head began to bulge. My feet hurt. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. My hands began shaking.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George pulled me away.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on. You shouldn't be here." He whispered glaring at the rectangle we stood in one last time.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll drive the speeder." George offered sitting me down.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nodded slumping down in my seat.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The depression began coming back again.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew every time. I would have dreams. Bad dreams. Nightmares. Every time for the past seven months I would have dreams of Jace, Uncle Denny, George, Jinx, Meredith, Van Anakin, Belda, Kriss and Phobia. They were screaming and crying.

* * *
I woke up in George's arms.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shh." He whispered.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lifted up my head.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What's wrong?" George asked handing me a cup of water.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It was a nightmare." I whispered.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We were in it."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked confused. "Who's 'we'?"
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everyone in your life you care about."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew he was gonna say that.

* * *

I took over the wheel that morning letting George wrest.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tracker began beeping. It was time again.

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2088961877834706539?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2088961877834706539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2088961877834706539&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2088961877834706539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2088961877834706539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/leave.html' title='Leave'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RjUNztGncsI/AAAAAAAAACA/YMQBfqRjHTs/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-9056562975905412565</id><published>2007-04-24T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T10:37:43.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>Today is my 24th birthday! Everyone threw me a party at the temple so here are my shout outs.

1. Anakin: Thanks for the force reflector glove dude! It rocks!
2.Kriss: Thankies for the Jedi soundtrack.
3.Jace: Thank you so much my love for the amazing gifts you gave me for my special day. I love you!
4.Phobia: Thanks for the Starbucks gift card. You knew I craved one.
5.Belda:You know I'm a sukcer for Jedi video games!
6.George: Georgie my bestest friend thank you for the Snow Patrol CD. You know I'm I needed 'Chasing Cars' more than anything.
7.Meredith:Thanks for the new Linkin Park poster. I love staring at these good looking man you know I do. :-)
8.Jinx:I know you are missing Jinxie my best friend but my prayers are with you.
9.Alex:YOU SUCK! I did NOT need another one of your business cards to call you! I am a married woman! GRR!

I understand I forgot most of you but I need to go out to dinner with Jace so I'm kinda in a hurry.

XXX
Tash

&lt;strong&gt;My birthday was really the 24th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-9056562975905412565?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/9056562975905412565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=9056562975905412565&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9056562975905412565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9056562975905412565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-189699418089459794</id><published>2007-04-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:32:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;      Anakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I sit silently covered in food and what not in Master Yoda's room.

     "Throw food you should not." Master Yoda told us shaking his finger.

     We just nodded.

     "Clean the mess up you must." He said.

     We nodded once more.

     "React will you?" Master Yoda questioned.

     I had a feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was about to burst.

     "YO SHE'S ONE OF THOSE GIRLS! NOTHING BUT TROUBLE!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yelled.

     "Shut up you should!" Yoda said jumping on top of his desk.

     "Annie you need to cool it." I said grabbing his arm.

     "I'M NOT GONNA COOL IT!" He said pulling away.

     I rolled my eyes. This was natural for him.

     We have had so many moments where we had fights like this.

     Flashback time.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;     Anakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; runs into my room.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Come on let's go to Dex's." He said.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     I looked up from my book pulling off my glasses.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "No! I'm supposed be studying!" I protested.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "Oh come on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tashie&lt;/span&gt;, Master &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kah&lt;/span&gt; is in a meeting. All you gotta do is put a few pillows in your bed and put a basketball with a wig. You'll be back before he knows you're gone!" He begged.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     I rolled my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "Fine." I said slamming my book closed.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;     We hopped on the bus and went to Dex's diner.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "Come on let's get some ice cream."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     I spun my skateboard in a circle in the air grabbing it in my right hand afterward. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     We went out and had ice cream and it was fine.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "Dude do you wanna crash a mall?" I asked handing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt; his skateboard.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;     "Sure. Let's invite Kriss and Phobia too." He said spitting at the trash can.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     We got on the bus want more.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     We ran to the food court stealing some chicken samples throwing them at the salesman.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     "HEY!" The guy shouted.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     We ran up the escalator as the mall police chased after us.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;     We crashed the toy store, athletic department and everywhere else.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
     I came back to the real world.

     "I promise Master we will clean up the entire cafeteria." I said winking at Anakin.

     "Yeah promise." He said.

     So much for nothing but trouble.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-189699418089459794?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/189699418089459794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=189699418089459794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/189699418089459794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/189699418089459794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-those-girls.html' title='One of Those Girls'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6796500169438075222</id><published>2007-04-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:50:43.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>I sit criss-cross next to the fountain outside the Jedi Temple. I let the wind move my dirty blond hair off of my shoulders. I would stay in a sort of isolation for a while. I wouldn't ignore depression this time. But, I wouldn't scream, cry, yell, swear, shout or vent my head off.
Just let it all sink in slowly.

It was to early for anyone to be out in the court yard... Apparently I was wrong.

As I had my back turned I felt someone pull me off my seat and cover my mouth. I tried to squeal but it didn't do me any good. The attacker finally let me go in the in the kitchen across the cafeteria.

I now knew it was Anakin.

"You see those kids over there?" He asked in a whisper.

I peeked out the door.

"Yeah I guess. Belda, Comfort, Alex, Callie..." I paused. "Whatever you're trying to do you might not pull off because Phobia and Obi-Wan are sitting down at the end of the table."

Anakin raised one eyebrow. He didn't really think about that.

Phobia always had a trick up her sleeve. Even though this was Anakin's doing she would make it back fire. Regardless of the fact that she was going to have twins.

"What's your plan?" I asked with a crooked smile.

"Alex-

"Cocky guy." I stated.

Anakin nodded. "Oh yeah. Regardless of the fact he's one of our best friends. Last week he was telling everybody at the temple rumors about me." He whispered.

I was amused. "Oh I see..."

"So, we're gonna throw the left over cold breakfast at them." He continued.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a blender full of a gross fruit smoothie.

Anakin slipped on a bannana peel right before I tried to toss the gross fruitie drink. I hit Obi-Wan right in the face.

I covered my mouth trying not to laugh. Some of the smoothie got on Alex forcing him to throw some at Phobia. Her fork slipped out of her hands getting the pineapple to get on Comfort. This made the young padawan mad and throw a pie in Belda's face.

Belda squealed as Anakin and I let out our giggles.

It was now officially a food fight. I ran out to the center of the cafeteria pulling forward George,
Meredith and Christina's table forward.

"Hey! I was eating!" George complained.

"Shut up!" Christina said flicking him in the ear.

Meredith grabbed her mango juice and dumped part on George, part on me and the wrest on Christina.

All the padawan joined in along with all of us.

Phobia, Belda and Anakin rushed over to the table I moved forward.

"I'm on your side." Phobia said winking.

George and I nodded tossing a huge bunch of Dr. Pepper on Alex.

He got soaked and screamed.

"DAMNIT!"

Alex threw a french frie with ketchup at me staining my shirt.

I picked up a pie and threw it at Alex. I began laughing my head off.

The cafeteria door opened. It was Master Windu.

"QUITE!!!!!!!!!" He yelled.

The room went silent.

"Who started this?" Master Windu asked in a roaring echoe.

Everyone around me pointed at Anakin and I.

I began turning red in the face.

"You to come here!" He said.

I stood up slowly pulling Anakin up along with me.

So much for innocence...

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-6796500169438075222?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6796500169438075222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6796500169438075222&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6796500169438075222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6796500169438075222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-8440528299744743185</id><published>2007-04-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:51:02.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tash Musta George Meredith Walk On Water'/><title type='text'>Catch Me As I Fall</title><content type='html'>I still sat in the hallway with Obi-Wan as Christina stormed into Meredith's hospital room. I couldn't stop any of them anymore. That was their lives.

* * *

About and hour and a half later Master Windu stepped out into the hallway.
"Tash? I think you're ready to go see Meredith now." He said.
I sighed getting up along with George as Derek left the room.
"Are you alright?" George asked her.
Meredith nodded softly.
"You were the one that got hurt and I feel like something happened to me." I whispered putting an arm around George's shoulder.
Meredith's gaze began running over to the window.
"Your mother's dead." I whispered.
She nodded. "But, I think dead mommy would be proud." Meredith said.
"We should let you wrest Mer." George said winking at her.

I stepped out into the hallway. The huge Temple front door was a faint shade of white. I walked these halls like I owned them. I stopped right before I got outside. I felt as if my Uncle Denny was next to me. &lt;em&gt;Tash.&lt;/em&gt; I sighed happily and left.

I was ready to try to move on.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-8440528299744743185?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8440528299744743185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=8440528299744743185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8440528299744743185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8440528299744743185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/catch-me-as-i-fall.html' title='Catch Me As I Fall'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2505908850739952214</id><published>2007-04-01T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:17:17.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tash Musta George Meredith Walk On Water Rescuing'/><title type='text'>Rescuing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stepped into the emergency room. Meredith was a pale blue color, Derek her old boyfriend who was really married a while back gave her CPR constantly, George stood next to him pacing, Master Windu was checking her heart beat every time Derek tried to get her to come back. Her heart wasn't even beating.

"Master, I need those test results." I said looking down trying not to cry looking at Meredith.

"I'M BUSY! SWEETHEART JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" Master Windu shouted.

&lt;em&gt;Sweetheart. &lt;/em&gt;No one besides my Uncle Denny and Jace ever called me that. I knew that Master Windu always had a thing for me like a daughter. I blocked him out. I never wanted to be close with him. I wanted to be with my friends. No one else. I felt stupid now.

"No. You don't understand I need tho-

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW TASH!" He shouted.

Everyone at the temple knew I was tender hearted. It was hard for me to let go of anyone I met at the temple to help. I found some sort of connection with every single one. Even if I only helped them for an hour... I would have regret for whatever I did wrong. I shuttered and ran outside the room. My roomate and one of my best friends in the whole wide world was having a near death experience.

I sat in the hallway next on the floor next to Obi-Wan. Tears began filling my eyes. He put an arm on my shoulder. I felt safe. I breathe in and out trying to think of the happiest thing in my life... Jace. I thought about every time our lips met and our wedding day. Thankfully that didn't hurt today.

I was about to let go of hope for Meredith. &lt;em&gt;Hope.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2505908850739952214?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2505908850739952214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2505908850739952214&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2505908850739952214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2505908850739952214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/04/rescuing.html' title='Rescuing'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6905978666785362369</id><published>2007-03-25T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T16:40:24.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapearances Happen</title><content type='html'>I sat in a chair next to Obi-Wan and Anakin. This man could die at any time. Not his friend the man from under the speeder. My heart was sinking again. Right whenever I started feeling at home when I was with Anakin, Kriss, George, Meredith, Phobia or &lt;em&gt;Jace &lt;/em&gt;I thought I was happy.

But, I guess I was wrong. This happens on every mission. Every single one. Something goes wrong and I just go crazy!

When I was twelve on the rainiest night of the year, I found out what I didn't want to hear.

When my parents got divorced my Dad moved to Tatooine to be with his sister who I had never met in my life. He was kidnapped by Tusked Raiders. I was on a mission on Alderaan when my

Mom called to tell me about the news. I cried all night long.

Ever since that night every mission turned my heart upside down.

We were all oh so quiet as they checked the man to see how hurt he was now. I knew I wasn't going to start a conversation.

"Did you hear about what happened to Bates?" Obi-Wan asked. &lt;em&gt;Meredith.&lt;/em&gt;

I almost jumped out of my seat.

"No, what happened?" I asked in a soft raspy whisper.

"She was trying to help a man and he hurt so much that he pushed her off of the edge of the dock. No one has found her yet. Master Sheperd is the one trying to find her most. No one knows if she is dead or alive." Master Obi-Wan said looking over the paper with his reading glasses.

One of my closest friends was on the verge of death I saw her in a vision.
Denny: my uncle who died last year who was like a second father to me was there, Dylan: I bombsquad guy who tried to help the temple once in a shooting who blew up trying to save our lives, Bonnie: a Jedi who got stuck on a pole that almost went through her stomach and Doc: the temple's old dog who stayed with Meredith George and I most of his time and we had to try to save his life.

Meredith is wanting to escape but she can't no matter what. She has no idea why.

Obi-Wan finally touches my arm.

"Are you alright Tash?" He asked.

I shook coming back to the real world.

"Yeah."

He gave me a long glare.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about Meredith Bates dissapearing would you?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No. Not at all." &lt;em&gt;Except she's my roomate and could die...&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-6905978666785362369?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6905978666785362369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6905978666785362369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6905978666785362369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6905978666785362369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/dissapearances-happen.html' title='Dissapearances Happen'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-6662653562653280075</id><published>2007-03-22T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:16:46.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Hurt Them You're Hurting Yourself More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man grabbed me by the arm.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Excuse me are you a doctor?" He asked.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Well, no I'm a Jedi. But, you have some really bad burns there's a doctor over there." I said quickly.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No. You don't understand my buddy's trapped under a speeder and we can't get him out."
I handed him a red tag for emergency help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Here just take this the doctor's will come and they'll get him checked out."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The man shook his head at me again. "They can't get him out. Please, he's my best buddy. Just please." He begged.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I nodded and ran off following the guy.

I went through so many procedures to try to help.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I tried everything I knew I was almost giving up hope.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Let your hope set through the mind." I told myself.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You really are a Jedi right?" The man that told me asked.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Shut up." I growled. "Hold his hand." I ordered.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"What? Come on what'll that do?"
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Sir, you have to try to save this man even if it's being there to hold his hand." I whispered.
The man nodded holding his quivering hand.

I couldn't do anymore so I called Master Kenobi back at the temple.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Master Kenobi I'm at the ferry scene I am working with a man stuck under a speeder what do I do?" I said through breaths.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You tried all your techniques?" Obi-Wan asked.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I tried everything!" I said beginning to pace back and fourth.

I sensed that came into the room with Obi-Wan.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I think I know the source of the problem!" Anakin shouted. "The pain is in his head but it is surging down to his body." He continued.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"So, what do I do to fix it?" I asked.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anakin sighed. "You're going to need a drill." He told me.
I gasped holding the phone to my shoulder. "I need a drill." I whispered.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The man handed me the drill silently.

After I got the drill inches away from the side of the head I was stopped.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"What are you going to do to him?" The man asked. "Oh God!" He complained.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'm gonna have to drill a hole in your friends head okay? You see noises that can't happen, if you're gonna vomit or freak out just step away... Before I drill a hole in your friend's brain instead." I said.

"You in?" Obi-Wan asked.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I nodded. "Yeah I got it." I said.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anakin nodded. "Just two more than if it quits bleeding he's okay." He told me.

I held my breath drilling the last hole. "He's not bleeding!" I said with a sigh of relief.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"In that case this man is okay." Obi-Wan said.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got ready to hang up the phone but Obi-Wan stopped me.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Wait! We need ou to come down here with these two men we're going to make sure nothing went wrong." Master Kenobi said.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I nodded.

&lt;em&gt;No, this series of events that George, Meredith and I are doing are &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;over!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-6662653562653280075?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/6662653562653280075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=6662653562653280075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6662653562653280075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/6662653562653280075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-hurt-them-youre-hurting.html' title='When You Hurt Them You&apos;re Hurting Yourself More'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-85480167998828905</id><published>2007-03-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:03:23.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Least Expect It</title><content type='html'>"And so saving the youngling from the fire while swinging on the rope, the child shall be saved." I said ending my demonstration.

Sydney rolled her eyes pretending to have them roll back in her head. We all looked at her confused.

"I'm sorry Musta that is incorrect. The youngling was &lt;strong&gt;above &lt;/strong&gt;the fire inhailing the air." Master Windu told me.

"Dead!" Sydney said again. "I died at home thanks to you."
I still didn't get it.
"I don't understand Master, I said I grabbed the youngling on the rope lurring them away from the fire." I said.
Master Windu nodded. "Yes, but the air was still coming up from the fire."

I ignored the situation playing in my head as Master Yoda stepped inside the room.

"Spaceship for emergencies you must ride in." Yoda said. We all got up out of our seats.

"What?" Master Windu asked.

"Emergency it is. Go you must. Questions you do not ask." Yoda ordered.

We all rushed along with Master Windu.

"Is it a flood? Crash, volcanoe. I'm not dressed for a volcanoe." I said in a nervous tone.

"Musta!" Master Windu spat.

"Sorry, inappropreite sorry."

Master Windu stopped infront of us looking us over.

"Alright I need five. Musta, Sindra, McAllie, Bates and Sloan." He said. Anakin stepped backed snorting as all the others walked off into the temple.

I sat in between George and Meredith almost holding my breath. This thirty minute ride was making me want to pace.

Finally we all stepped out of the speeder struck. A ferry boat disaster. Hundreds. I almost stopped breathing this time around.

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-85480167998828905?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/85480167998828905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=85480167998828905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/85480167998828905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/85480167998828905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-least-expect-it.html' title='When You Least Expect It'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-4702888592733695717</id><published>2007-03-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:12:10.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Video</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty damn bored even though my party is tomorrow. Well, I just thought I'd post a little video by Avril Lavigne. LMAO! The song is called Girlfriend. Anyway, I want to tour with her.
:-) Just click the post title and it'll take you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-4702888592733695717?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid416542555/bctid564610566' title='Just A Little Video'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/4702888592733695717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=4702888592733695717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4702888592733695717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4702888592733695717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-little-video_09.html' title='Just A Little Video'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-7479998362973035530</id><published>2007-03-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:24:45.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom and A Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went down to visit the council to see what grade I got on my test to turn me into an apprentice. No one gave me looks except for Anakin. Knowing him that doesn't mean anything.
I grabbed the test out of Master Windu's hand and stepped into the hallway. George and Meredith were already there spying on me. I turned the test over to the back.
PASSED
That was what my test said. Meredith squealed wrapping me up into a hug. A sigh of relief escaped George and me's breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally an apprentice!
&lt;/em&gt;Later that day I walked into the Jedi Temple's hair salon. I had my long untamed blond hair up in a bun minus my padawan braid. Tala grabbed the strand of braided hair into her left hand gently holding a pair of scissors in the other. She cut off the piece of hair and pulled my hair down out of the bun. I never knew that getting a haircut was so empowering.
I sat in the chair as Tala straightened my hair so it wouldn't stick up were the braid used to be. Finally, I felt like a true apprentice. I would never be a padawan again.
Just to remind you all don't forget March 10th is my party. So, I hope you can make it!
Later
Tash Musta&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/35602011-7479998362973035530?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/7479998362973035530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=7479998362973035530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7479998362973035530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/7479998362973035530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/freedom-and-reminder.html' title='Freedom and A Reminder'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-9108660685627132306</id><published>2007-03-06T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:32:29.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzapalooza!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I've been bored these past few days so I am taking like a thousand online quizzes! I will have many, many, many posts like this for awhile.

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rocky Road Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/rocky-road.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun.You're also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things.You know about the latest and greatest - and may have invented it!
You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Ice Cream Cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/cream-cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surprising, unique, and high maintenance.You're one of a kind, and you don't want anyone to forget it.You're fun in small doses, but it's easy for people to overdose on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 46% Addicted to the Internet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtotheinternetquiz/internet-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't?You can keep it under check, and you're by no means a hermit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtotheinternetquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Addicted to the Internet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/gemini.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like most Geminis, you are a playful little creature.You tend to be extremely curious, craving knowledge but sometimes having a short attention span.For the most part, you are charming and loveable.But at times, you can seem scattered and high-strung.
Star wars character you are most like: Ewoks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chunky Monkey Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/chunky-monkey.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Truthfully, you're too spazzy to be chunky - you cheeky monkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Nerdy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/nerd-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a little nerdy, but no one would ever call you a nerd.You sometimes get into nerdy things, but only after they've become a part of mainstream culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Nerdy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Nerds rock!

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Realistic Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/realistic-romatic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's easy for you to get swept away by romance...But you've done a pretty good job keeping perspective.You're still taken in by love poems and sunsetsYou just don't fall for every dreamy pick up line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Life Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/life-blogger.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Absinthe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/absinthe.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a sloppy drunk, purposely soIf drinking doesn't make you feel crazy, it's not any funTruth be told, you tend to prefer drugs to drinkingBut you'd never pass up any absinthe that came your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Alcoholic Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a German Shepherd Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/german-shepherd-puppy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intelligent, quick witted, and a bit aggressive.You've got the jaw power to take a bite out of anyone you choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Java Chip Frappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/java-chip.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a caffeine addict and pretty high maintenance about your coffee. There's a good chance that everyone at your Starbucks knows your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Frappuccino Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Hey I got that at Starbucks this morning. Weird...

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Ernie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/ernie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Playful and childlike, you are everyone's favorite friend - even if your goofy antics get annoying at times.
You are usually feeling: Amused - you are very easily entertained
You are famous for: Always making people smile. From your silly songs to your wild pranks, you keep things fun.
How you life your life: With ease. Life is only difficult when your friends won't play with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;The'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Lime Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/lime-margarita.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Realistic and grounded, you have the energy to tackle any obstacle that stands in your way.Hyper and driven, you despise lazy behavior of all kinds... especially lazy drunks too tired to dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavormargaritaareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Margarita Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dr. Pepper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/dr-pepper.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're very unique and funky, yet you still have a bit of traditionalism to you.People who like you think they have great taste... and they usually do.
Your best soda match: Root Beer
Stay away from: 7 Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Sweeet! That's the best soda in the galaxy!!!!!!

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/since-youve-been-gone.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" id="CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid="99176.462951996&amp;amp;type="10&amp;subid=""&gt;Since'&gt;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;offerid=99176.462951996&amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;Since&lt;/a&gt; You've Been Gone&lt;/a&gt; by Kelly Clarkson
"But since you've been goneI can breathe for the first timeI'm so moving on"
In 2005, you moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
DUDE! I wrote a song just like that!

&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 21 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

Well, that's enough quiz. I might post later today. So, sorry for me going overboard on posting stuff. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-9108660685627132306?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/9108660685627132306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=9108660685627132306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9108660685627132306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9108660685627132306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/quizzapalooza.html' title='Quizzapalooza!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1775055643613185555</id><published>2007-03-05T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:13.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding A New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RexGN5yzBAI/AAAAAAAAABs/f8oyOJ_m0KM/s1600-h/kelly-clarkson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038479287786865666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RexGN5yzBAI/AAAAAAAAABs/f8oyOJ_m0KM/s400/kelly-clarkson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Well, because of Master Kah's death I have to get roomates. Two. Meredith and George. Hopefully we get along. I am wearing a mood ring at this very moment. Its color is a goldish green. I don't get that. It means I am calm, relaxed, tranquil, quiet, alert, paranoid and uneasy &lt;strong&gt;all at the same time&lt;/strong&gt;! Maybe I really am feeling those emotions. I mean I'm relaxed since this mission is finally over but I'm pissed since Master Kah was mudered. On the other hand maybe Starz was the one pissing me off. No way! He's a kitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I after meeting with the Jedi Council about Master Kah's death and Starz I had to meet Meredith Bates and George Sinda. I've known George since we were seventeen so he's like my best friend and I've met Meredith about three or four times. Yes, we are stuck living in a brand new quarters since we were short one room for Meredith. George insisted he stay in Justi's old room so if anything of my Master's was left behind he would take care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there isn't much of an age difference about three years. But, what does that matter? George and Meredith are both Jedi don't worry. So, I can trust them I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got rid of most of Justi's old clothes (and what not) and put them up in the attic. Starz is basically totally comfy now and I feel at ease. I know that because my mood ring isn't gold anymore. Crap! Gotta go Starz scratched George while he was trying to feed him his bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-1775055643613185555?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1775055643613185555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1775055643613185555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1775055643613185555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1775055643613185555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/finding-new-home.html' title='Finding A New Home'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RexGN5yzBAI/AAAAAAAAABs/f8oyOJ_m0KM/s72-c/kelly-clarkson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2275271180356566202</id><published>2007-03-04T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:41:37.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Trust You...</title><content type='html'>I ran as fast as I could into my speeder. Everything was nerve wracking. I couldn't do this. Jace was hurt... or dead. I shook my head. &lt;em&gt;No, no Jace is not dead. I would sense it... And I didn't. I didn't did I? &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
I ran into the hospital. Thankfully he was still asleep and Cody was in the other room.
"You're alright thank God!" I shouted wrapping my arms around his kneck kissing him. My lips hadn't touched his in centuries. He smiled at me weakly with tears in his eyes.
"I'll be okay." He whispered. I hid my face into his arms. I wanted to hide from the world forever. At that moment the doctor stepped inside the room.
"Is Jace going to be alright?" I asked wiping my tears from my eyes. The doctor looked down at his feet.
"Well, it seems he fractored to ribs somehow, hit his head, broke his wrist and almost broke his foot." He told us. I gasped covering my mouth with my hand trying to hold my thoughts in.
"Mr. Moonwalker must stay here for about three days." The doctor continued. I nodded slightly as the doctor left the room.

Turns out Jace's father beat him up and he was arrested. Jace refused to go get X-rays or anything. Not the smartest move in the world sweetheart.

Cody came into the room holding a small black and white kitten.
"I beleive this is yours." He said putting the small kitten in my hands. My face lit up for the first time in weeks. Jace giggled softly at me.
"Yeah, I got him for Valentines Day for you." My husband said with his crooked smile.
I wrapped one arm around his shoulder the other around the small male kitten.
"Aww. Thanks Jay." I said kissing him on the cheek. "I'll call him Starz." I said.
Jace smiled yet again. "I love you more than anything Tash." He whispered. I nodded to him sticking my pinky in the meowing kitty's mouth.

I stayed there with Jace all night. We talked, giggled, hugged, kissed, played with Starz and slept. For the first time in months we had a true good time. I will never trust someone more than I trust him.

So, yeah there's going to be a new cat at the temple. Hopefully he and Gar Gar get along. If not I'll steal his collar. Gotta go Starz is meowing and Jace doesn't want to feed him because of his pain. Poor baby. Not Jace the other one. Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2275271180356566202?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2275271180356566202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2275271180356566202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2275271180356566202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2275271180356566202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-trust-you.html' title='I Trust You...'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-8588556018285370856</id><published>2007-02-26T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:41:25.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night to Remember</title><content type='html'>Everything was blurry, but I knew exactly what I saw; Jace Moonwalker.
&lt;em&gt;"Tash. Come home. Home. Forever. Its okay."&lt;/em&gt; He whispered to me. &lt;em&gt;Home. &lt;/em&gt;I wanted home but I couldn't. Than I really opened my eyes. I still lay in the dunes as I felt the presence of Master Kah. He battled Cola Dalmons. Not now. I got up regardless of my pain thrashing out my lightsaber harshly.
She pushed me back shooting Justi. He fell to the ground.
...My master Justi Kah was dead. I screamed my head off for no good reason. I saw a familliar ship fly down on the landing platform next to mine. Commander Cody... And Jace! I ignored the ship and pounced infront of Cola Dalmons. I slided my lightsaber across her chest as she collapsed. I finally felt whole... Except for one thing... Justi was dead. Cola Dalmons got up once more. 
Seconds later Jace fainted. What happened? I couldn't think or speak. All I knew that Commander Cody was taking Jace off with him in his ship. No! He couldn't. I needed him!
&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-8588556018285370856?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/8588556018285370856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=8588556018285370856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8588556018285370856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/8588556018285370856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-to-remember.html' title='A Night to Remember'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3863308088957637425</id><published>2007-02-20T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:38:49.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>I ran out after Justi in the courtyard.
"Is this mission already over?" I asked him.
He shook his head at me slightly.
"Oh no my young padawan. Yet, I must say you are doing wonderful on this misson. You must take a test. If you pass you won't be a padawan anymore. You shall be an apprentice."
AHHHH! That is awesome. So, I took my test today. Not sure how I did yet. Wish me luck!

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I went after my tracking device to see where Cola Dalmons was off to now. She was going to Tattooine. Not the friggin sand planet. She was already there. I began speeding down to the equator. This would be fun. (sarcasm people)

"You're not getting away this time Dalmons." I growled.
"You weakling!" She cooed softly under her breath.
I pulled out my lightsaber trudging over to the side of the dunes. Anger was over flowing in my blood. She jumped over me onto the &lt;em&gt;Freedom Rider. &lt;/em&gt;I begged for the force to allow me to lift Cola off of my ship. Hey, she could scuff the new paint job I got on her. I suceeded. I couldn't hold onto Cola long enough and dropped her right on the edge of the ship. She giggled.
"Fool!" She growled. I have to admit I was acting a bit foolish. At least I weakened her. I couldn't take out all my energy out on her than. I could fail once more.

I tripped Cola making her collapse. She got up again as a slashed my saber at her. I cut off her left hand. She cried in pain.
"Who's the fool now?" I asked her. Finally, kicked someone's butt for a change. Mwahahahahaha! &gt;:)
Cola Dalmons shot a dart full of poison at my kneck making me collapse. So much for kicking butt.

&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3863308088957637425?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3863308088957637425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3863308088957637425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3863308088957637425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3863308088957637425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3356985234998521862</id><published>2007-02-18T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:30:05.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Close to Your Friends But Closer to Enemies</title><content type='html'>I ran off of the platform to find someone with a helmet, rockets and much more standing inches away from my face. Bounty Hunter. Cola Dalmons in person.
"Alright let's get down to buisness. Me killing you." They said. I now knew it was a woman.
"Sure. It might be that way, or the other way around, or both... or neither." I cooed.
Cola  smirked. "Jedi scum!"
"I ain't scum." I whispered. I pulled out my lightsaber becoming angered. She pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. The blaster put a few slight singes on my pants and tore off part of the arm of my robes. I just moaned a bit.
"You aren't very well trained Musta." The Bounty Hunter muttered.
"I am a slow learner." I said pulling my lightsaber forward. Cola kicked me in the knee. I almost fell back but than I regained my balance. I had a feeling from the force that this was going to get physical. I flinched and the Hunter punched me right in the nose.

* * *
I awoke to Master Kah sitting next to me. I looked around more. I was at a hospital bay. A nurse came in to check on me.
"Do you want to be sent into a bakta tank?" She asked. I couldn't feel anything. I was entirely numb. I was guessing that when Cola Dalmons punched me she had a devise causing me to loose all feelings in my body.
"I feel numb." I said softly. The nurse nodded to me.
"Right this way dear. Master Kah you may leave for a few hours. The last thing this young lady needs is her master watching over her like a hawk." She said. Well, I finally get some respect for being feminime around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3356985234998521862?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3356985234998521862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3356985234998521862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3356985234998521862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3356985234998521862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/02/stay-close-to-your-friends-but-closer.html' title='Stay Close to Your Friends But Closer to Enemies'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3672858003878537318</id><published>2007-02-14T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:25:13.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day! I get to spend tonight with Jace and I'll continue the story soon. So, hope you have a good time!

With Love
Tash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3672858003878537318?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3672858003878537318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3672858003878537318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3672858003878537318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3672858003878537318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-5874034071472229381</id><published>2007-02-08T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:23:23.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mission</title><content type='html'>IMy new mission is on Alderaan. I'm sure Anakin and Padme are jealous of Jace and I because we get to see each other so much. The next time I'll see him is at my Main Event party than I won't see him for almost four months. This mission is solo. YAY! So, my life has felt like a regular teen's or something for a month because nothing is happening in my life. Well, nothing out of the ordinary.

I must find a Bounty Hunter, Cola Dalmons. They almost kidnapped an entire clone base and they shouldn't be on the loose. Question is guy or girl?

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A fell to sleep that night and put my ship on auto pilot. The detector for the tracking devise I was using came up on the screen. &lt;em&gt;Crap! &lt;/em&gt;I took a wide turn. It led me to Alderaan fast. I couldn't control myself. This was so easy but I was dripping in sweat. Anger grew in my fists as I landed on a safe landing platform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-5874034071472229381?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5874034071472229381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=5874034071472229381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5874034071472229381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5874034071472229381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-mission.html' title='New Mission'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2605650917987574362</id><published>2007-02-03T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:23:24.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved Again</title><content type='html'>That amazing music club 'Bristol Hillman' has moved the date for the music program to April. So, I gotta change all my crap to do around all over again. Also 'Thankful' came out on Jnauary 25th. So, go out and buy it! The next single is called 'Low'. It's kinda rockish.

Also, I wish you luck on Alderaan Jace. I know how scary that must be for you. Stay away from your father at all times. XOXO

Later
Tash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2605650917987574362?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2605650917987574362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2605650917987574362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2605650917987574362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2605650917987574362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/02/moved-again.html' title='Moved Again'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-350530191153843029</id><published>2007-01-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:03:28.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble News for When We're all Home</title><content type='html'>I got in trouble day before yesterday. Well, Phobia and I were staying up late watching T.V. and eating junk food and stuff. Master Yoda snuck in and used the force and grabbed our bowl of popcorn. He 'forced' us to go to bed and get some wrest. Honestly sure I went into the guest room and I talked to Jay. He's been having a rough time lately and he's getting kinda depressed. His posts on blogger have been very emotional lately and I try not to cry from all of them. He's not really coming to the cafeteria lately so it makes me miss him. I haven't gotten to see Kriss in a long while so I haven't asked her if I can join the 'Skywalker Stalkers'.

I have something for stress relief. How bout in March we all go to Main Event on Coruscant! Now, Main Event is where we always go. It's so cool! They got a bowling alley, a bar, laser tag uh... pool, just everything!

Here's my list of people I'll be inviting.
Anakin Skywalker
DJK
Phobia Deimos
Jay Moonwalker (please come honey)
Van Musta
Jason Musta
Jessica
Mary

Yeah, I'll do what I did for my last party. Comment my butt off when I want u to come. :-) Sorry. But, I don't care what you say to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-350530191153843029?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/350530191153843029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=350530191153843029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/350530191153843029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/350530191153843029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/01/trouble-news-for-when-were-all-home.html' title='Trouble News for When We&apos;re all Home'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3659177241278126117</id><published>2007-01-21T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:56:37.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything is going to change for me soon.... Jace is to busy to see me more than he used to. That camp thing I was going to is being moved to August. I'm thinking of joining 'The Skywalker Stalkers'. I gotta stay in the temple without Master Kah for a month and a half because he's going on a solo mission. I might be getting slightly addicted to Qui-Gon Jinn's brownies again. I'm cutting back on my songwriting and stuff so I don't feel the need to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;perform them while sneeking out- oops I mean going on 'breaks' to promote 'Thankful'. Yeah that's it. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I woke up this morning with a cookie craving. I snook into the kitchen and stepped into the pantry full of cookies. I snatched the chocolate chip cookie bag and ran out next to the fountain sitting. Phobia came bye and sat. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hey Phob." I said wiping the crumbs off my lips with my arm.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hey Ta. Why are you out here so early?"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I took a small bite of a cookie and put one in her hand.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh just ta think."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She nodded. "Same here."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hey, can you do me a favor?" I asked her.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phobia nodded. "Sure anything."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Can I stay in your quarters for a month and a half while Master Kah's gone?" I asked wiping my hands up and down my pants getting cookie crumbs off. Phobia nodded smiling at me.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Sure. Who knows maybe we'll end up on a mission together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3659177241278126117?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3659177241278126117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3659177241278126117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3659177241278126117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3659177241278126117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-5025896143524303901</id><published>2007-01-12T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:14:46.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Than Three (you know who you are) and MRA</title><content type='html'>Last night was a lil' weird... We had fun though. Anakin came in his jedi robes, Phobia and I got to wear jeans and T-shirts (ha ha Ani) cool for us. I had to be careful with Anakin so the alcohol and stuff wouldn't make his depression wourse. I felt like the way it was when I got to spend about a week and a half at the temple every 4 months. I would always hang with Phob, Anakin and Kriss. But, I knew the person I have most fun with.... Jace. God, Jay! I miss him so much! I never get a lot of time with him. :( Poor baby. All this crap with his Dad. What an idiot his father!

Tonight at 5:30 I had to go to get an MRA (not I) for nerve ending problems on the temple of my head. We think I hit it on a mission or somethin' but we don't know. :l I'm impatient at the moment... That music thing is in about three and a half weeks and Jace and I'll get to be there for Valentines Day. I sense some romance for us to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-5025896143524303901?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5025896143524303901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=5025896143524303901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5025896143524303901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5025896143524303901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-than-three-you-know-who-you-are.html' title='No More Than Three (you know who you are) and MRA'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-108787059679272810</id><published>2007-01-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:13.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RaRDWBPcIWI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdyS7dC8Xl0/s1600-h/SV10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018209930366951778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RaRDWBPcIWI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdyS7dC8Xl0/s400/SV10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;We're almost done with the record! We've been doing a photoshoot to promote the album. I'm sure Jace will compliment all the outfits. :l That's the way he is...&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;After long arguments we decided that the name of the album will be 'Thankful'. We have about four more tracks to record than we have to go mix everything than we'll be done. I'm going to a bar with Anakin, Phobia and Kriss Thursday night. That'll be nice. We've all been going through stress. &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/35602011-108787059679272810?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/108787059679272810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=108787059679272810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/108787059679272810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/108787059679272810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/01/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RaRDWBPcIWI/AAAAAAAAABc/jdyS7dC8Xl0/s72-c/SV10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-2790189705676717889</id><published>2007-01-08T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:40:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets Part 2</title><content type='html'>I jumped in my speeder and got to the bus stop. "Where you goin'?" The driver asked. "Uh... Alderaann." I said. He nodded.

I sat listening to Linkin Park. It had been a long while since I'd seen him. I had an hour before I got there. Come on! I wanted to scream, 'I WANNA SEE JAY!'. Like I would though. All this pressure went away.

I had a halo from Jace. I put in the earphones so no one would here it.

&lt;em&gt;Hey sexy. I wish I could see you for the holidays. I almost told my Dad but he already was high. I'm sorry.... Let me know what happened with you. Since my Dad was high I freaked out and decided to go to a hotel. There's only one here. God I'm so scared that he is like this. I want to know when he's okay. I'm just terrified to do it. I beg you to write me back or send me halo. I love you. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
My heart melted. Poor baby. :l I went to the front desk and asked for his room. I got the number and went to his room quitely knocking. He just opened the door. He gasped grabbing me and kissing me. "How are you here?!" He asked me.

I told him my story. He was amazed. So, he will &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;tell his father; ever. He was so sad. He got me a present and I got him one. I got him a cool sea shell necklece like he wanted. He got me a diamond cross necklece. Aww! Anyway my Xmas was awesome.

&lt;strong&gt;Note from the Author: Sorry, but since this whole mission with Anakin and Obi-Wan isn't really happening I won't continue it and just go to that music camp thing. It'll have pictures in almost every post.  I hope I get visitors on the site more often now. I really miss that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-2790189705676717889?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/2790189705676717889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=2790189705676717889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2790189705676717889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/2790189705676717889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2007/01/secrets-part-2.html' title='Secrets Part 2'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-945431177670600541</id><published>2006-12-28T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:13.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RZQB9k24iXI/AAAAAAAAABI/o-cwgOhOFDA/s1600-h/anakin-levitates-obi-wan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013634442547726706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RZQB9k24iXI/AAAAAAAAABI/o-cwgOhOFDA/s400/anakin-levitates-obi-wan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;OMG! I found the funniest classic picture. &lt;/div&gt;
Who knew he ever did that? Well, there was that one time in the temple when he kept on laughing and he got grounded for a year. Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-945431177670600541?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/945431177670600541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=945431177670600541&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/945431177670600541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/945431177670600541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RZQB9k24iXI/AAAAAAAAABI/o-cwgOhOFDA/s72-c/anakin-levitates-obi-wan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3074010481221393235</id><published>2006-12-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:14.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's True.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RZPVuE24iWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pIAe2JNWsS4/s1600-h/mike1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013585797748132194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RZPVuE24iWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pIAe2JNWsS4/s400/mike1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So, maybe I'm not continuing my last post. But, this is like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BIGGEST NEWS EVER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As you know I got the opportunity to go to a Linkin Park meet and greet. I DID LAST NIGHT! The band and I are good buds now I even got Chaz's phone number. 555- no just kidding. But, I did get it. I just won't post it on the internet. I get to see 'em in concert in a few weeks, SCREAM! I know its insane!!!!!!!!!! I can't WAIT! And as for the album; its going pretty good we're working our butts off when I get to be home on Naboo which is right now. Actually I'm in the studio. We have 7 tracks on the album at the moment. So, things are picking up. I am so proud of Miss Independence on the radio and all. Keep requesting it and I might get onto Now That's What I Call Music CD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/35602011-3074010481221393235?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3074010481221393235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3074010481221393235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3074010481221393235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3074010481221393235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s True.....'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RZPVuE24iWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pIAe2JNWsS4/s72-c/mike1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-4548869683268961547</id><published>2006-12-27T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:51:08.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Eve I almost decided to tell Mom; I chickened out... until a few hours later. "Mom, can I talk to you privatelly?" I asked shaking. She nodded. "Oh, sure honey." She said. We stepped into the kitchen. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked me. "Mom...." I sighed. "I-I haven't been very honest at all for a while." I said. She was confused. "What about?" I began shaking more. "JACE!" I yelled. &lt;em&gt;Crap!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;"Oh your friend? He is just your friend right?" "No! I'm married to 'im!" I yelled again. Mom gasped. "WHAT!?" She was amazed I could tell. I got tears in my eyes. She embraced me in a hug. "Oh honey how long?" She asked. She was actually concerned. Dang. "Ever since November." I said. Mom kissed my head. "I'm so sorry honey. Love is love. Its just not fair is it?" She said. No way! She was with me on this. I didn't want to answer her question. Maybe I should tell my other secret too. "And Mom can I tell you somethin' else too?" I asked through tears. "Of course anything." She said. She let me go gasping. "Your not &lt;em&gt;pregnant&lt;/em&gt; are you!?" She asked loudly. "No of course not! I just- I'm famous Mom!" I said. She laughed. "Oh I know. You're famous in this war." She said. I shook my head. "Not just like that. I'm a singer." I said. Mom nodded. "Yeah. Van told me." She said. I gasped. "WHAT!?" I yelled. I was pissed.

Van was in the backyard playing with his football. I hood in this bushes. I jumped on his back knocking him to the ground. "YOU IDIOT!!" I yelled at him. "Gosh what I do?" He asked. "YOU TOLD MOM!" Van shrugged. "What?" He asked. "Fame!? Ring a bell?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "I said I was in a band and I was getting fame." He said nervousally. He knew his life was about to flash before his eyes. "SHE MUST OF LOOKED YOU UP ON THE HOLO NET OR SOMETHING! SHE KNOWS I'M FAMOUS TOO!" I yelled. "WHAT!?" Van yelled. I got up. I was firm now; he was guilty. "Van meet me in my room day after tomorrow." I told him. He nodded. He was scared.

                                                                          ***

Van walked into my room. "Wanted to see me?" Van asked. I nodded. "Yes. Turn 'er in." I said. He knew what I meant. "No." He said. I stood up. "Give it to me." I said. Van frowned. "Fine." He said. Van handed me the green lightsaber I gave him. Mom said I could go see Jace. YAY!

To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-4548869683268961547?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/4548869683268961547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=4548869683268961547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4548869683268961547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/4548869683268961547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1513915752793910057</id><published>2006-12-24T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:38:42.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'd just like to wish you all a happy and safe holidays. Get lots of cool gifts and keep hope for those who are risking their lives for our freedom. Give cool gifts, sing some carols, eat good food, rock and roll etc. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-1513915752793910057?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1513915752793910057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1513915752793910057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1513915752793910057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1513915752793910057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-807108510411118762</id><published>2006-12-22T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:14.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RY2YYk24iTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BrxE6BK2Zcc/s1600-h/2%7E6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011829508311386418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RY2YYk24iTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BrxE6BK2Zcc/s400/2%257E6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Alright, I totally forgot on the 18th we had a Christmas party at the temple. I had to get a dress and it was &lt;em&gt;totally &lt;/em&gt;above my budget.

I sat at the table with Padme, Anakin, Kriss and Phobia. It was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;much fun. Ani was all pissed 'cuz they only served punch and not shanpain. That was a good thing. We didn't need him high right before the Holidays. After 30 minutes I saw him. Jace was walking across the room. He pointed to the balcony door. I put up my index finger. "Hold on just a second." I said. I got up and ran to go see him.

I embrassed him and kissed him. He was kinda sun-burned. "Why are you red?" I asked. "I had to study the people on Tatooine. I walked around bare-foot for 12 hours straight." He said. Dang. "No, I'm just joking. I had shoes just got sun-burned." &lt;em&gt;Such a joker. &lt;/em&gt;"Look, I have something to talk to you about." I said softly. We sat down. &lt;em&gt;Oh boy this is a big one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;"Jay I- I was thinking about maybe telling my parents the truth." I said shaking. Jace put a hand on my shoulder. "You're sure you want to do this? I mean do you trust your parents?" He asked. I nodded to him. "Yeah. Well, I can't tell both my parents. Their devorced remember? If I tell them both it'll just make trouble. I'll just tell the wrest of my sibs minus Van and tell my Mom," I said. I lay on his chest. "and you should tell your Dad too." I said. He put his arms around me. "Yeah. I dunno if I can. With my Mom on Sindran. My father could possibly get drunk when it makes him scared or flip a lid." Jace said. I feel so bad for Jace, his father introduced him to what alcohol and stuff does when he was only 14. I sighed. "We'll just have to take the risk. Come on lets get back to that party." I said grabbing his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we had a good time. We all really hit it off. Jace thinks he needs to come to parties at the temple more often. &lt;em&gt;Yeah you should... because I love you more than anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-807108510411118762?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/807108510411118762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=807108510411118762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/807108510411118762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/807108510411118762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RY2YYk24iTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BrxE6BK2Zcc/s72-c/2%257E6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-9121075535684671975</id><published>2006-12-22T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:07:13.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Left And a Sign</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my last day before I get to go home to my parents house for Christmas. I think I might tell them the truth.... Yes. &lt;em&gt;The real truth.&lt;/em&gt; My mission is contuing on Naboo tomorrow since my family lives on Naboo. Maybe Annie'll get to see Pads there. She said she'd leave to stay there after the whole baby thing.

We went searching today and found a huge clue.... Jinx's lightsaber. "You don't think?" Obi-Wan said nervousally. "Uh-huh." I said. We think she was taken by a bounty hunter. Anakin pulled out his lightsaber and spun it around in a circle. "WHAT THE F-" I pointed my finger at him. "Don't say it!" I said. "F-reeeek? This ain't my lightsaber. What up with the peace sign on the very back?" I pulled it outta his hands. "Its my lightsaber stupid you took mine off the counter by mistake." I threw his to him. We learned our lessons; well, he did not my fault he grabbed mine first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-9121075535684671975?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/9121075535684671975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=9121075535684671975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9121075535684671975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9121075535684671975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-day-left-and-sign.html' title='One Day Left And a Sign'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3018217530329325552</id><published>2006-12-20T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T07:59:15.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Middle With (BOTH) of You</title><content type='html'>I had this stupid meeting with Anakin, Obi-Wan and Justi about this mission. I'm goin' on the wrest of it with Anakin and Obs. &lt;em&gt;Well, at least someone has some dedication! &lt;/em&gt;Obs said, "Trust me Master Kah we will not stop searching until we find Jinx." I heard a soft moan escape Anakin's mouth. I elbowed him in the ribs. "Shh!" I whispered. He rubbed his ribs in pain. "Ouch that hurt." He whispered. I kicked him. "Shut up!" I whispered. "Ah!" Anakin yelped rubbing his leg.

So, I've been packing all day. When I found my wedding ring I gasped. "Jace." I have missed him so much. We had seen each other last a month ago. I put my ring in my make-up bag so no one would find it. Bet Ani won't. Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3018217530329325552?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3018217530329325552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3018217530329325552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3018217530329325552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3018217530329325552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuck-in-middle-with-both-of-you.html' title='Stuck in the Middle With (BOTH) of You'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-1252023953689162455</id><published>2006-12-18T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:07:14.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Insane! He's Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RYdUFE24iSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iCIjIq511WM/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010065556652984610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RYdUFE24iSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iCIjIq511WM/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ymhy4BEhzs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ymhy4BEhzs&lt;/a&gt; (last name is wrong on here)
Okay, apparently Jone is dating some famous Hilary Crouch chick. She used to be all goodie goodie and stuff; not anymore. She had to be in this bazar commerical for her new fragrance With Love... HilaryCrouch. Guess what!? Jone is in it and its sickening! &gt;:( In one part it looks like their having sex or something! Eww. But, they weren't. THANK GOD! NOT MY BIG BROTHER!

Justi and I have went all over Coruscant to find Jinx. He's through. He's gonna screw with that stupid dart. So, guess what? I have to go on this mission with Skywalker and Kenobi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-1252023953689162455?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/1252023953689162455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=1252023953689162455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1252023953689162455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/1252023953689162455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/shes-insane-hes-through.html' title='She&apos;s Insane! He&apos;s Through'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2MRio6G7-Y/RYdUFE24iSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iCIjIq511WM/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-9140504648163245233</id><published>2006-12-14T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:40:43.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Heck!?</title><content type='html'>Alright, Anakin had this weird quiz thing and I had to take it.  &lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 423px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 124px" width="423" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tash --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;

A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision

&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
What the heck!? PATHETIC! I am NOT that level headed. Sure, I do make some of the wrong mistakes. Like falling love, keeping secrets, sneeking out, saying I'm going to hang with the guys whne I'm recording in the studio, keeping the fact I'm a famous Pop-rock star; well, actually you get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-9140504648163245233?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/9140504648163245233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=9140504648163245233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9140504648163245233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/9140504648163245233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-heck.html' title='What the Heck!?'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3945621373610883397</id><published>2006-12-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:39:14.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And There He Was.... Back Story; Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>I had a concert today and when I was walking down the street and trying to get away back to Justi (all 'round paparazzi) there he was..... We both stared at each other blank. I was one foot away from Mike Shinoda. I was still walkng only somehow it seemed like we where walking in slow motion. I didn't try to run after him. He kept on walking and than he was gone. I got outta the sea of people and tried to say hi to him. But, it was to late he was about 14 feet away. I wanted to run but that'd make me a freak. So, I had to fast-walk for a bit. No, one of my idols Mr. Micheal Shinoda was gone.

When, I got back onto the ship I went into my room and just sat. "Mike Shinoda." I whispered to myself. I wanted to call everyone I knew and let them know. But, if I did I would literally push Justi outta the way and turn the ship back and track him down just so I could talk to him.


I discovered Linkin Park when I was only ten. I was in a Music Store and I listened to their music on the sampler thing. I listened to a bit of all the songs on all four of their albums. A year later I was leaving to be a Jedi. There song "Somewhere I Belong" was the only thing that would make me calm for weeks and weeks and weeks. A year after I still had my training "Collision Course" hit stores. It wasn't as good as the real Linkin Park because they made it with "Jay-Z". I've grown up around this band. And I love them. I just wanted to give a back story. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3945621373610883397?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3945621373610883397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3945621373610883397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3945621373610883397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3945621373610883397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-there-he-was-back-story-linkin-park.html' title='And There He Was.... Back Story; Linkin Park'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-5799063401620478893</id><published>2006-12-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:21:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Happy Card Boy, Chester and Brad :) And than there's drunken Mike</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just got this totally freakin' awesome video I will cherish for the wrest of my life! Introducing Chester Bennington, Brad Delson and Happy Card Boy! :) ;) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5II8xaIx9I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5II8xaIx9I&lt;/a&gt;

Here's probably the dirtiest thing you'll ever seee on my blog which is Linkin Park and Drunken Mike Shinoda. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--1qKJZIBXw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--1qKJZIBXw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-5799063401620478893?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/5799063401620478893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=5799063401620478893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5799063401620478893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/5799063401620478893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/meet-happy-card-boy-chester-and-brad.html' title='Meet Happy Card Boy, Chester and Brad :) And than there&apos;s drunken Mike'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-3548967796910042101</id><published>2006-12-10T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:25:34.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park Underground 6</title><content type='html'>Holy crap! I have great news! I just went to Best Buy and got the new Linkin Park Underground 6 set! LP fan? Go to Best Buy and get it! It includes a Linkin Park Underground T-Shirt, audio messages and videos, new studio and live tracks, LP ringtone of your choice, chance to enter for presale tickets, chances to go to meet and greets and much much more! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dlhch7zNKH0&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dlhch7zNKH0&amp;amp;eurl&lt;/a&gt;=

So, I get to go to an LPU meet and greet soon! YAY! So I'll be all Linkin Park cwazy for a while. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-3548967796910042101?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/3548967796910042101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=3548967796910042101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3548967796910042101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/3548967796910042101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/linkin-park-underground-6.html' title='Linkin Park Underground 6'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116575841738484595</id><published>2006-12-10T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:02:36.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over Coruscant/So Called Help Part 3</title><content type='html'>"Sorry Jay but my Mom wants me home." I said grabbing my black hoodie and putting it on. He nodded. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Walking outside just leaving Jace like that for some reason. Turned my head back. &lt;em&gt;Should I stay and tell Mom the truth? &lt;/em&gt;I thought. I shook my head and got in my speeder.
****

I was a bit tired. Master Kah pointed down to something the speeder was indacating. "Down there." He said, he shifted the speeder.

There was a toxic dart that had already been shot. I touched the points. Justi took my arm.
"Come on we'll go in and see if we can track it on my computer archives. "

Justi sat at his computer, I leaned over next to him. The dart began scanning. It wasn't listed. "Come on let's just keep the dart and worry about it later." I said. So, we went all over Coruscant. I could tell Justi really hated this mission; &lt;em&gt;now you know how I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116575841738484595?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116575841738484595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116575841738484595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116575841738484595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116575841738484595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-over-coruscantso-called-help-part.html' title='All Over Coruscant/So Called Help Part 3'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116546080629310243</id><published>2006-12-06T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:07:41.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! So Called Help Part 2</title><content type='html'>I'd just like to say happy birthday to Kriss! How old? Dare I sing you happy birthday? Too bad I'm doing it anyway. Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you happy birthday dear Kriss happy birthday to you! (I GOT PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN DEAD MAN'S CHEST YESTERDAY!)
***

I lay on the couch next to Jay watching Jack Sparrow run across the T.V. screen. 45 minutes later I fell to sleep. 35 minutes after that my cell phone rang. Holy snot! It was my Mom. I rubbed my head and ran to the bathroom. "Hello?" I said. I could tell Mom was p.oed. "Tash Brian Musta where have you been?!" She said. "Sorry. She doesn't have a clock and I haven't been able to get the clock on my cell phone set right." I said. My heart stopped racing. Mom sighed. "Okay well just be home as soon as you can." She said. I nodded. "Alrighty Mom I will." I said. I hung up my phone fast and put it in my pocket.
TBC

I started my mission to find Jinx Miakoda just Friday and after the last bit of So Called Help I'll start that. Sorry about being gone for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116546080629310243?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116546080629310243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116546080629310243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116546080629310243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116546080629310243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-so-called-help-part-2.html' title='Happy Birthday! So Called Help Part 2'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116455987835783672</id><published>2006-11-26T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:46:48.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I had a great Thanksgiving. My concert with my family was pretty much the "Thankful Show". So in honor of Thanksgiving I'll show the lyrics to my song "Thankful".
You know my soul
You know everything about me there's to know
You know my heart
How to make me stop and how to make me go
You should know I love everything
About you don't you know

That I'm thankful
For the blessing
And the lessons that I've learned with you
By my side
That I'm thankful so thankful for the love
You keep bringing in my life
In my life
Thankful so thankful

You know my thoughts
Before I open my mouth and try to speak
You know my dreams
Must be listening when I'm talking in my sleep
I hope you know
I love having you around me don't you know?

That I'm thankful
For the blessings and lessons
That I learn with you
By my side
And I'm thankful for the love
That you've keep bringing in my life
In my life

All lessons that, that I've learned
For the trouble
Nothing could really go wrong
But, you make me feel so wrong
With you I am never alone yeah

*Chorus

I'm so sorry, I haven't been around but I've been busy in the studio, at home with the fam, a few interviews, hanging out with Jace and of course I've had &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;many shows. And &lt;strong&gt;So Called "Help"&lt;/strong&gt; will continue next time. I have a show tonight so I gotta go get ready. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116455987835783672?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116455987835783672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116455987835783672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116455987835783672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116455987835783672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116420957520789690</id><published>2006-11-22T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:32:55.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/13~16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/13%7E16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Okay, John Youch just called me and said Kiss F.M. needed a new song from an upcoming artist and he wants us! So, in an hour I gotta run down to the studio we gotta record the band playing than I gotta sing the song than he's gotta fix it up and than tomorrow it'll be on the radio! We chose Miss Independent. Mom's out at the grocerry store so we'll have time. And Jace just got a blog so check that out. And "So Called 'Help'" will continue later. I need to post a Thanksgiving post so I'll continue those later. So, if anyone's on Naboo come to our show tonight at eight tickets are only fifteen bucks. See you there! I'm all geared up for the concert check it out! Next Thursday I'm playing on Coruscant so check that one out too. I'll be playing all over Naboo this week to promote the album. John said we'll need to get into the studio to start recording more in 2 weeks! The deadline for the album is January 31st. So we don't have long but we've already written four songs we want on the album. Just Miss Independent, Thankful, Shelter, Anytime Just Missed the Train. This album'll be a little more soulful but Miss Independence has a pop vibe! I gotta go!
Peace
Tash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116420957520789690?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116420957520789690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116420957520789690&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116420957520789690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116420957520789690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/quick.html' title='Quick!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116420560884219086</id><published>2006-11-22T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:22:31.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Called "Help" Part 1</title><content type='html'>I sat in my room reading. My cell phone starts ringing. I look at who's calling. It was Jace. I had to be quite so I wouldn't get caught with what I'd say to him. "Hey babe." I whispered. I put on my jacket and my slippers and began walking down the stares. "Hi Tashy." He said. "Look, I can't talk to you very loud I'm at my house and I should go out to the pattio." I whispered. I opened the door softly escaping to the yard. I made it!"Okay now I can talk." I said. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth. "Guess where I am?" Jace asked. I shrugged. "I dunno. Where are you?" I sat in the lawn chair looking at the water ripple in the pool. "I'm at a hotel on Naboo. I figured you where at home with your family." He said. A smiled escaped my face. "Really? Wait, you're from Alderaan why aren't you home?" I asked. I wouldn't let him give up his Thanksgiving with his family up for me. "I'm just here to let you know. I'll spend time with you on Friday or something. Maybe stay at the hotel?" Oh gosh! He asked me to sleep with him. Well, he is my husband. But, when I should be home? He didn't mean that by something like "lets ya know" he just asked me to sleep with him. I shuddered. "I dunno maybe! IF you be a good boy!" I said loudly. I think he knew what I meant by that.

I walked up the stairs and back to my room. Someone was throughing rocks at the door to my room. I stepped out to the balcony. It was Jace! "Oh my gosh! Jay! What are you doing here?" Was this really happening? Jace smirked. "Well, isn't it obvious?" He asked. I nodded. I put up my index finger. "Just a second than I'll be down there." I said.

I walked down the stairs and into Mom's room. "Hey Mom? One of my friends is at a hotel because he's visiting his parents and he needs to find certain things so he can have dinner with them. Can I help him if I go down there?" I asked&lt;em&gt;. Don't make me beg&lt;/em&gt;! "Sure I don't see why not." She said. I smiled. "Thanks Mom!" I said rushing to get my shoes and out the door.

When, I got outside Jay took me in his arms and kissed me. I'd never been kissed in such a way! I breathed heavily. But, than I let go. His speeder wasn't there. "Jay how'd you get here?" I asked. He nodded his head to the side. "Well ya know I um... Eh, I walked?" He said. I gasped. No freaking way! I rolled my eyes putting him in my speeder.

We just talked over some Pepsi&lt;em&gt;. You know you shoulda brought Dr. Pepper genius&lt;/em&gt;! (This'll continue after the Thanksgiving entry)
&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Note from the Author: I have a concert tonight on Naboo ;) So, if your on Naboo come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116420560884219086?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116420560884219086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116420560884219086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116420560884219086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116420560884219086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-called-help-part-1.html' title='So Called &quot;Help&quot; Part 1'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116411768366871880</id><published>2006-11-21T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:01:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/06~10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/06%7E10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I am now home on Naboo. Kayla and I went to this great spa place and went shopping. I got some great clothes. The stores I went to aren't as girly as the ones Kayla went to. I went to Kohl's, Claire's, Forever 21, Bannana Republic, JCPenny's, Sears and Dillards. And outside the spa it looked SO tacky. They had palm trees. Yeah, palm trees people. It's Dallas, Texas for cryin' out loud! The first thing I did was go up to the balcony to think. Of what you might ask?...... The future. Being a famous singer, being married to Jace, my life as a Jedi. Something hit me. I'll have to keep my life as a recording artist secret from Master Kah. He's back from Alderaan of course but I have all week to perform promo's for our new album and do it all on Naboo. I have a week and a half to perform. Than, when I get back I'll get away with it easy.

Kayla pulled me away and back inside. All this was stress relief. I don't know who would need it more me... or Anakin? Or Padme? You decide.

When we got home last night I helped Mom with dinner. Van and Jone wanted take out but Mom wanted to cook so we're having pizza for lunch today. When, we sat down I was dying to talk to Van. But, I needed to talk to Mom more so I talked to each a little bit. "So Tash, who this Jace person?" Mom asked. &lt;em&gt;Uh-oh. Time to fib. &lt;/em&gt;"Oh right! Jace. He's a really good friend of mine. I met him at lunch one day at the cafeteria and we've been tight ever since." I said. Why'd I have to say tight? I hate it when I talk like the people I hang out with, when I 'm not with those people and say it to others. Mom nodded. Van smiled nodding. "Yeah. Jay's a pretty cool guy." He said. Wow! I hadn't called Jace Jay in a while. Weird... but I'll worry about that later.

So, I'll be free of Jedi work for a week and a half! Well, except for when Van wants to screw with my head with that green lightsaber I gave him. I have a task of my own. For Anakin; I'll try to find Padme and talk to her. But, Anakin she won't talk to me. Maybe ask her if she'll come to my blog? :) Pleeze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116411768366871880?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116411768366871880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116411768366871880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116411768366871880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116411768366871880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116403070418721337</id><published>2006-11-20T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T05:51:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When: Friday November, 17th (the day of the concert)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling: To many feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I stood at the landing platform waiting for Van. I was getting mad! He was forty-five minutes late. &lt;em&gt;Oh man I'm taking away that old lightsaber of his that I gave him if he gives me a stupid excuse! &lt;/em&gt;Finally I I saw the "bus" he was on. I ran as fast I could. Right whenever he came out. I takled him. "Ouch! Dude! Oh my God! Gah my foot!" Van complained. I still didn't get up. This was like when we where little. I'd hide in the bushes while he'd be tossing his football than I'd tackle him. "Look, you're forty-five minutes late!" I said raising my voice. Van closed his eyes hard in pain. "Sorry! Gah! I... I missed my boss stop. Ow! And had t-to catch the next wone!" He said in pain. I got off of him. "Whatever. Look you gotta get ready I'm done." I said harshly. Van rubbed his arm. "Fine."

I stood on stage infront of my microphone. I sensed something. Someone was here. I ran down the stairs to the exit. Jace came in his speeder! "JACE!" I yelled running up to him. I was finally in his arms. Holding him. I felt his cheeks. "Jace your freezing cold." I said. He nodded. "Yeah I know. I had to come straight here from Hoth." He said. I smiled tenderly kissing him and hugging him tenderly. "Well, don't worry its warm in there." I said. Jace looked at his watch. "Wow! Tash you better go. Starts in five minutes!" He said. "And I gotta get a seat. I'll so you back stage. Love you." He said running off.

Now, I was really ready. We where all up on stage. My friend Callob decided to help us with the rapping. And most of all... I knew Jace was here. In the middle of Chasing Cars" Padme started crying. But, in Pushing Me Away... Anakin and I had this weird connection. I could feel his feelings. But, I'll freak about that later. Weren't there or forgot the line up?
With You by Linkin Park
Hide away by Hilary Duff
Savin' Me by Nickleback
Over by Lindsay Lohan
In the End by Linkin Park
Maybe by Tash Musta
P5shng Me A*wy by Linkin Park
Move Along by All American Rejects
Crawling by Linkin Park
Question! by System of a Down
Just Missed the Train by Tash Musta
Pushing Me Away by Linkin Park
It Ends Tonight by All American Rejects
Thankful by Tash Musta
Shelter by Tash Musta
By Myself by Linkin Park
Can't Take It by All American Rejects
Beautiful Disaster by Tash Musta
Home by Tash Musta
Dangerous To Know by Hilary Duff
Getaway by Hilary Duff
Papercut by Linkin Park
Forgotten by Linkin Park
Anymore by Tash Musta
Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park
From the Inside by Linkin Park
Boullevard of Broken Dreams (Clean) by Green Day
Figure.09 by Linkin Park
Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
A big long speech to beg bloggers in the croud to write about the concert! No... really.

&lt;strong&gt;Note from the Author: I'll have a Thanksgving post but it'll be after thanksgiving. So, sorry about that post being late! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116403070418721337?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116403070418721337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116403070418721337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116403070418721337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116403070418721337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116373098306947746</id><published>2006-11-16T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:40:56.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby :(</title><content type='html'>Anakin's out on his speeder right now. Obi-Wan went into his room to get his dirty robes. It was a mess! He has the messiest room in the galaxy! Well, thats from Obi-Wan's point of view. Not me! My room's just as bad. And no I ain't just cutting Ani slack, I'm not that kinda girl. I'm sittting there listening to The All American Rejects on the couch when I hear Obi-Wan run down stairs. Oh boy! "Why doesn't he clean it up once every century? It's rediculous! I tell him to but does he listen to me? Oh no! Not him! Not the Chosen One!" I took out my earphones. "Not cleaning his room again?" I asked flatly. Obs didn't even answer me. He was as mad as a Nexu when you take away its meat. But, in a way... Obi-Wan was acting like a child. &lt;em&gt;Baby! &lt;/em&gt;Today I had a nice chat with Kriss at lunch. After ten minutes, her phone with holo mail beeps. "Oh man! It's Vader again!" She said. &lt;em&gt;Somebody's ticked off! &lt;/em&gt;"Dude, just ask him what the heck he wants and he just might... notice I said MIGHT leave ya alone. Simple. And no I didn't mean 'dude' by ay know 'dude' typa 'dude'" I said. She shook her head. Anakin smirked. "He never leaves peeps alone 'til he gets what he wants yo." He said. Vader told Kriss he was once a Jedi and he knew Anakin very well. But, who was he? Phobia nodded. "Beats me I just think he's a tin man!" She said. We all laughed. It was cool to be sitting with them but I still missed Jinx. When will this stupid pathetic war end!? I miss Jace too. He's on Kahyykk right now. He sent me holo mail yeasterday night. Oh yeah, I'm sorry for posting right after my last entry I got bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116373098306947746?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116373098306947746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116373098306947746&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116373098306947746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116373098306947746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/baby.html' title='Baby :('/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116364246560552288</id><published>2006-11-15T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:01:05.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy as Cake</title><content type='html'>Okay, today at the temple in a class it was about this weird musci thing or whatever for reading senses. "What song do you think thay played?" The teach asked. I raised my hand so fast! It was day before the first day of 2000. "Happy new year?" "Thanksgiving?" "Merry Christmas?" I was the last to be called on. "PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999!" I said. "What?" Everyone echoed. When I walked out back to Ani and Obs' quarters some girl walked up to me. "What the heck is that song?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. "It's a song by Prince I think. Am I the only Jedi who knows her music by heart?" The girl nodded blushing. "Guess so."

Master Kah can't be back 'til Monday so I can't come back 'til Monday. So I'm still at Ani and Obs' apparently. Since I don't have Justi following me I can actually rehearse for the show on Friday with the guys. Everytime I start singing with my door closed I can sense Anakin outside my door. I ran to the door opening it. "Why are you always listening to me?!" I asked loudly. Anakin shrugged. "Actually, it's great. You should try to be a little harder. I got a hold of that huge stack of CD's you made for everyone. It rocks! Don't woory I'll be at teh show." He said winking. I smiled. &lt;em&gt;BETTER POST ABOUT THE CONCERT PEOPLE! PLEEEEZE! &lt;/em&gt;"Thanks. Over break we're gonna play in Dallas. Ya know on Naboo? Maybe I'll see your girl there. But, I'll be performing for like a family old friends thing." I said. Anakin nodded. "Um... Okay. Obs has a meeting tonight we can hang out here and be chill without being nervous." Ani said. &lt;em&gt;Sweet! &lt;/em&gt;Ani sweared once or twice and I got ticked. We listened to my CD a thousand times and rocked out on karoke for Linkin Park... again. Sadly, Obs'll be back in 20 minutes. NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116364246560552288?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116364246560552288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116364246560552288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116364246560552288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116364246560552288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/easy-as-cake.html' title='Easy as Cake'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116335943985263393</id><published>2006-11-12T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:23:59.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Yo Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/015~3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/015%7E3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Master Kah had to go to Alderaan with Master Windu last night so I had to crash at Ani and Obs' place. This morning Anakin hogged the bathroom. "Anakin let me in!" I yelled. I was getting ticked. "No way man! Forget it!" He spat back. Grr. I bung on the door again. "Open the freakin' door!!" I yelled again. Oh man was I ticked. "No!" He yelled. I put my hands on my hips. "Fine." I said walking away. 15 minutes later I cracked half of the door open. He was standing there (in his red wookie boxers) talking to himself about his hair. I covered my mouth trying not to laugh. Ha ha in yo face! While Obi-Wan went to the grocery store Ani and I went to Starbucks. It looked awesome! I got a Strawberries and Creme; Anakin got a cappacino. For once we had a conversation without debating. Hey, I like debating; just not with him. It was actually pretty cool to have a roomie apprentice. Woulda been better with Jinx though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116335943985263393?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116335943985263393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116335943985263393&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116335943985263393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116335943985263393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-yo-face.html' title='In Yo Face!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116325308343536714</id><published>2006-11-11T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T05:51:23.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>This morning Master Kah and I had to meet with Obi-Wan to talk about Jinx's dissapearence.  It was boring but I paid attention anyway. We're leaving to look for her on the 20th. Good thing its after that concert. John Youch called and asked Kayla if he could come 'cuz he heard about it. Kayla called me last night about it. "Hey Tashy." "Oh hey." I said. I could sense Kayla was smiling. "Hey Mr. Youch wants to know if he can come to that concert on the 17th." She said. I wanted to scream. "No no no! We won't even be performing many of our own songs!" I said. "Well, alright I'll call and tell him." Kayla said. Thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116325308343536714?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116325308343536714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116325308343536714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116325308343536714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116325308343536714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116312331582519317</id><published>2006-11-09T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:13:34.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Everyones going through so much. I don't understand this war. My heart'll sink more and more. Padme told Jean-Luc Picard about the baby, Anakin had an encounter with Dooku again, Jinx went missing and I feel lost. The main thing that runs through my mind is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. The band and I have scheduled a concert on the 17th of this month. I'll say who's invited.
Anakin Skywalker
Padme Amidala
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Dark Jedi Kriss
Phobia
Jean-Luc Picard
Lt. cmdr onedia
Jace Moonwalker
Darth Nepheria
Gar Gar the Cat
Liam
Master Yoda
Qui-Gon Jinn
I sense you REALLY need to come! Visit my blog too! I need support I don't need many break-downs. (noticed I said &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt;)

One word. Tagged myself. &lt;em&gt;Wait that's two.&lt;/em&gt; Anakin didn't tag nobody when I tagged him so I'm doing him a favor. Only I'm putting my own Q's for me.
How have you changed in the last ten years?
1. I died my hair blonde at 20
2. I've fallen in love
3. I train as a Jedi on Coruscant and have friends
4. My band is on its way up
What do you hate most?
1. Porta-Potties
2. Mustafar
3. Pink fluffy stuff
4. Slipknot (a band)
5. I DISLIKE people who hate me
What have you accomplished most in your life?
Singing and studying to be a Jedi Knight at the same time.
What are your favorite songs?
1. Chemicals React by Aly &amp; AJ
2. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
3. Numb by Linkin Park
4. With You by Linkin Park
5. Move Along by All American Rejects
6. Savin' Me by Nickelback
7. Mr. James Dean by Hilary Duff
8. Shine by Aly &amp;amp; AJ
9. Waiting by All American Rejects
10. Let's Dance by Vanessa Hudgens
11. Crawling by Linkin Park
12. Dance, Dance by FallOut Boy
Gee, I could go on and on!
Tag three people.
1. Dark Jedi Kriss
2. Phobia
3. Gar-Gar the Cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116312331582519317?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116312331582519317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116312331582519317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116312331582519317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116312331582519317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116295474760737315</id><published>2006-11-07T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:59:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/228.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/320/228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
"You... you're taking me to the beach?" I asked pointing to the sand. Jay nodded. "Yeah. Ya know I thought we could talk and stuff." He said beggining to roll up his jeans. I blushed. "Fine." I said climbing over the side of the speeder. We'd been married for four days but it felt like four years. Yeah, I'm gonna say what I say a lot. We talked and talked. After 30 minutes we started splashing each other. He got some water in my eye and I complained a lil' bit. He apologized and than we started laughing. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I don't like it when I heart my girl." He said winking. &lt;em&gt;You sound like Anakin. &lt;/em&gt;I pushed his chest playfully. He ran after a seagull and slipped. He didn't get up. "Jay? Jace are you alright?" I asked. I turned him over. He was laughing his head off. I hit him again. Jay grabbed my wrists and we started rolling around laughing.

He took me back home. No, no good-bye kiss. But, boy did I want one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116295474760737315?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116295474760737315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116295474760737315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116295474760737315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116295474760737315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/connection.html' title='Connection'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116285489932323421</id><published>2006-11-06T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:41:05.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/10419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/10419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yeah, I'm back. Jay's job was to have talks with young Jedi in training and he chose me! Like I said I'd show you a picture of him. I just HAD to let you see it today. We had a romantic talk and had many hugs and kisses. "Three days was long enough." Jay whispered. I wrapped my arms around him. "It could've been longer." I whispered back. It felt so good to be with him again. After my mission to find Jinx I gotta go to an awesome 3 week camp thing and it has a part that helps with music. So I'm so going. Jay's going too.

Master Kah said I could go teach him alone. Thank force! He took me out to his speeder. We where somewhere beautiful. &lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116285489932323421?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116285489932323421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116285489932323421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116285489932323421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116285489932323421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/nice.html' title='Nice!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116282489460056628</id><published>2006-11-06T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:01:01.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(Note from the author: Sorry for being on a lot I'm kinda sick and I have a lil' computer time I might post another today)&lt;/strong&gt;

I'd just like to give a congrats to Anakin and Padme! Padme is now pregnant. (I was right!) Anakin's been jumping around the temple all happy and cheery. I hope Padme invites me to the baby shower. She never comes to my blog sadly though. Annie; try to knock some sense into your girl and see if she might come to my blog. Oh yeah and last week Van said he wanted to tag me! Hey man, that's na coo.

Name 5 things you are &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;!
1. An alcoholic or smoker
2. A girly-girl
3. A swear machine
4. &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;an anti-Linkin Park Fan
5. A music hater

Name your 3 favorite gadgets
1. My iPod
2. My lightsaber
3. Computer

Name your 6 favorite foods/liquids
1. Dr.Pepper
2. In and Out Burger
3. Pizza
4. Chocolate Shakes
5. Pop Rocks! (Best Candy in the Galaxy)
6. Oh yeah and my favorite snack frozen ding dongs
7. (My Extra) Cherries

Tag 3 people
1. Anakin Skywalker
2. Padme Amidala
3. Jaina Solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116282489460056628?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116282489460056628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116282489460056628&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116282489460056628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116282489460056628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116273528924998388</id><published>2006-11-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:38:16.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Out With Liam and New</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went into Gar Gar's room to watch him with the younglings. I told him to take of his collar so he don't freak out the younglings. I sat in a chair just watching them with a crooked smile on my face. A lil' boy walked up to me and he took my hand gently. "Don't worry Gar Gar won't hurt you." He said. &lt;em&gt;Aww! &lt;/em&gt;"Yeah I know." I said winking. I got down on my knees and pet Gar behind one of his ears. The little boy looked up at me. "I'm Liam." He said softly. I shook his hand. "I'm Tash." I'd seen him there on one of my visits but in seconds Master Kah told me to go to the ship to get back to Naboo. "Do you wan' ta go to the moovies with me?" He asked shyly. :) You gotta love younglings. "Okie dokie. But, I need to ask &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; master."Master Kah can never say no to a youngling.

I went to Master Kah's room. "Hey, Master can I take a youngling to go see a movie?" I asked. Oops forgot something. "I promise I'll teach him a new trick in the force." He nodded. "Sure I don't see why not." &lt;em&gt;Sweet! &lt;/em&gt;

He told me to go and pick Liam up at 3:10 so I got time to chill in my room. All I did was listen to Linkin Park. Coolest guy band in the galaxy. I probably shouldn'ta listened to some of 'em 'cuz they bring Sith like thoughts to your mind sometime.

I picked Liam up in my convertable speeder. He was very fascinated. He seemed like Anakin when he was a kid. We went to go see Flushed Away and to be honest it was pretty good. Master Kah told me to come to his room when I got home.

"You rang?" I said sitting down. "Yes." Justi said. I was guessing it was 'bout my next mission. "I hear rumors that Jinx Miakoda has just went missing." He said. I &lt;em&gt;knew &lt;/em&gt;that he would mean yesterday or Friday night 'cuz she was at the wedding. "So, we neeed to go looking for her." I said guickly. Justi nodded. "Indeed. We go looking tomorrow. We must look all over Coruscant." Well, if its for Jinx I'm willing to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116273528924998388?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116273528924998388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116273528924998388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116273528924998388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116273528924998388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/chill-out-with-liam-and-new.html' title='Chill Out With Liam and New'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116259188805238667</id><published>2006-11-03T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:15:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I got married today...

Of course it was romantic for Jace and I but it just sucks that we can't go on a honeymoon. But, hey Anakin &amp; Padme couldn't either. You might be wondering... why the heck do I look sad in that picture? I just couldn't beleive it was all. Right after "the kiss" I saw the future. Serious! I did. I saw me singing with the band infront of everyone I knew! EVERYONE! Master Kah is out at the grushery store. I'm so glad he actually put down what I told him to put on the list. The number one thing was Dr. Pepper! He actually did! He tells me to drink water... like I'm gonna listen to that! Sorry anyway back to the wedding. No, not all my sibs know, just Van. By the way bro you better shut your big mouth about me and Jay or your dead! Oh yeah, I hope I can count on all of you guys too! I just sent Jay some Holomail. &lt;em&gt;"Hey babe. I can't beleive it! I wish I could hang out with yaz. Ugg! Yes I know you need to study and go to class but I hope we can hang out at the cafeteria tomorrow at lunch. *smiles* Just, I beg you to send mail back to me! Luv ya! *puts up two finers making peace sighn* Peace! &lt;/em&gt;Holo end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116259188805238667?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116259188805238667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116259188805238667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116259188805238667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116259188805238667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116250541738587904</id><published>2006-11-02T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:34:40.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip and As for Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/5~3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/5%7E3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yesterday, Master Kah took me to a town to find some parts and such to rebuild a ship. Van decided to help too! Oh come on! We found some other Jedi around town doing it. Yoda said we weren't aloud to go into any shop. Master kah snook us into Herby's soda fountain! Master Windu caught us! "Oh you got busted!" He yelled. Van started freaking out. I just stood there. He pinky swore he wouldn't tell on us. Thanks! I almost told Anakin by accident but than I shut my mouth. Van might be staying in my quarters for a few days next month. He thinks he might have a leak in his roof. NOOOOOOO!!! I'll get tired of Van stayin' in my place if he does! If we get that deal at Coruscant Records we'll hit it off 'cuz we're doing stuff for music and a tour and yadda yadda yadda but &lt;strong&gt;in my crib when I'm workin' as a Jedi!?&lt;/strong&gt;
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Anyway, today was no fun. I meditated, polished my lightsaber, lifted my little training smooth ball a thousand times, painted my nails and tuned my guitar. Well, Justi didn't know I painted my nails my door was shut and he thought I was meditating. He said my new mission shall be starting next Sunday. I DON'T WANNA GO! John Youch will have a meeting in 3 weeks. My throat has been hurting for a few days and I wanna wrest my vocals so I'm glad its not real soon. Note to all my Pals 'sides Van: I miss you!!! I gotta go its my turn at the temple to feed Gar Gar. HOLY HECK I'M GETTIN' MARRIED TOMORROW! Again all guests I invited and people can just ask if you wanna come in the comments section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116250541738587904?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116250541738587904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116250541738587904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116250541738587904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116250541738587904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/11/field-trip-and-as-for-today.html' title='Field Trip and As for Today...'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116233179512878597</id><published>2006-10-31T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:56:48.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/lucasgrabeel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/200/lucasgrabeel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I have a Halloween party to go to and I'm busy. I'm Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Carribean Dead Man's Chest. My dinner with the girls on Monday night was fun and I got some awesome gifts but I'll talk about that on my next entry. Van says he wants to get a blog here too. Not that crazy about that. He's really busy this week and he'll probably make his Monday night. For Halloween he was a Zombie Hockey Player. Yeah, he plays hockey and he hoverboard's. He's here right now but hes sitting on the couch with a wrench and a hoverboard on his lap. Note to Van: use the picture I posted in ur profile its small enough! Jace said he won't be around after the wedding for about a week and a half because his class is going on a field trip to Alderaan. I wish he had a blog. oh yeah and I'll post a picture of his face soon! My challenge is guess what he looks like! Oh my gosh I'm getting married in three days! I'll tell Master Kah me and some of the other Jedi are going to be meditating, lifting working on our lightsaber skills and blah blah blah blah! I gotta go Van'll be leaving to go to his apartment in 30 minutes and after that Master Kah'll be back. And again Happy Halloween! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116233179512878597?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116233179512878597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116233179512878597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116233179512878597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116233179512878597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116216839617795958</id><published>2006-10-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:33:17.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast!</title><content type='html'>The party was so much fun last night! Anakin was having a lot of wine and I had to stop him. And, to be honest Jinx was great! It was hard to believe that Obi-Wan was the one that gave her dance lessons. With the karaoke I did Linkin Park with Anakin and it rocked! The apartment was trashed and thankfully R2 helped me clean it up. Someone started playing seven minutes in heaven. After everyone else was done playing Jace and I did (for more than seven minutes) and didn't get caught. Jabafatboy showed up and got a lil' drunk. No I didn't kick him out but I had the security dude have a lil' chat with him. And Master Justi's coming back on Wednsday! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116216839617795958?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116216839617795958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116216839617795958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116216839617795958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116216839617795958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/blast.html' title='Blast!'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116199032025117177</id><published>2006-10-27T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:13:35.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Hey guys just wanted to say the party's tomorrow. Today and tomorrow morning are your last chances to say you wanna come and some of you can say you want to come to the wedding. Some other people are coming. 18 people now! Anyway, I'll post again tomorrow after the party. Jace and I are going out to dinner tonight and I'll be a lil' busy! Monday I'm having a dinner (for girls!) to give me a congrats on my engagment. It's at Razome Rebear. Don't worry Jace gave me some spare money to pay for it. If any Jedi need to tell Masters just say your going out to dinner. My master will tell the others if they don't give permission. Mwahahhahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116199032025117177?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116199032025117177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116199032025117177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116199032025117177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116199032025117177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomorrow-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, Tomorrow'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116174132696127657</id><published>2006-10-24T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T14:11:39.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/320/276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Last night Jace invited me to go out to dinner with him. &lt;em&gt;The third date. &lt;/em&gt;(I never wrote about the last one). He was in a kinda weird shirt. It had like stripes and stuff and it was baby blue and red. My hair looked really long because its gotten longer and I straightened it a bunch. I wore my wedding ring without trying to show it off to him.

"Just think in seven days you and I will be married." He whispered. I smiled. &lt;em&gt;Is he trying to be hot? &lt;/em&gt;"I can't beleive this." I said. He took my hand and kissed it. &lt;em&gt;Aww! &lt;/em&gt;"It seems like you think about the future a lot." I said. He looked down. "Well, with politics you're always talking about the future." He said. I took a sip of my Dr. Pepper. "Such a nice man..." He leaned forward kissing my cheek.

The food was amazing! After dinner we went to his apartment. On top of his building there's a roof you can go on top of. Of course, we did. We talked talked and talked. "I love you." Jace said. His brittish voice is so cute! Time to give him his new nickname. "I love you to Jay." And we just had to kiss. Now, I know you guys are dying to see us kissing. So here you go. And you better thank me for that!

I got my dress and I love it! No I'm not showing you the dress until the day of the wedding or after the wedding. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116174132696127657?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116174132696127657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116174132696127657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116174132696127657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116174132696127657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116157092563952651</id><published>2006-10-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:39:03.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/016~3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/016%7E3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Today the band and I had practice. We invited John (Youch) because Van has a trip to go on in November. We performed all our songs. I got tired but it was so fun.

"Hey, that was awesome. We need to meet with the head of Coruscant records. So do you want to get dressed up and go to a meeting on the red carpet?" John asked. Van nodded really fast. "Sure!" I had a feeling this would be fun.

I had a good time. "Actually, can we meet at the end of the month?" John asked. My heart started pounding. "I dunno. I have a lot to do." I said softly. John nodded smiling. "Okay. You can just call me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116157092563952651?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116157092563952651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116157092563952651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116157092563952651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116157092563952651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/fun-and-fancy.html' title='Fun and Fancy'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116140313783212337</id><published>2006-10-20T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:07:34.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice and Freaky</title><content type='html'>Alright, Gar Gar got this freaky collar that makes him talk and he won't leave me alone! I went to a balcony in the temple and he followed me out there. I had my ring on. "What's with the ring?" He asked. I put my other hand over it. "Oh... nothing." I said. He shook his head purring. "I don't think so. Everyone at the temple knows..." He said. &lt;em&gt;No freaking way! &lt;/em&gt;"Masters know?" I asked shaking. "No just padawans and apprentices. He purred. &lt;em&gt;Thank god! &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
The band and I had practice yesterday and it rocked! We had so much fun! We played Maybe and You Found Me and they sound great now. The party is gonna be next Saturday just to let you know. When I got back to the temple Jace came by. I now have time scheduled to look for a dress next Tuesday. I won't invite to many people but I'll post the list.

Padme Amidala
Anakin Skywalker
Jinx Miakoda
Dark Jedi Kriss
Captain Typho
Sabe

I had a second encounter with Gar Gar and it is driving crazy! "Just leave me alone! Gah!" I yelled. Gar Gar shook his head purring. "No way! This is the greatest thing thats happened to me. I can say stuff." &lt;em&gt;Maybe to much stuff! &lt;/em&gt;So people in the temple... careful of Gar Gar! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116140313783212337?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116140313783212337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116140313783212337&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116140313783212337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116140313783212337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/practice-and-freaky.html' title='Practice and Freaky'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116112280438139406</id><published>2006-10-17T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:12:08.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling Bling, with Some Songs and Tagged</title><content type='html'>Okay, today at lunch Jace went out and got me an engagment ring! I love it! I told him to come to my blog but he won't get his own; I think.

He saw what getting tagged is like so he tagged me. &lt;em&gt;That's stupid.&lt;/em&gt;
1.Grab the nearest book.
"Aquamarine and Maganta" By Queen Galacta
2. Turn to page 123.
"Chapter 11 Lost in the Color"
3.Find the 5th sentence.
4.Post the text of it and the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
"When you go shopping &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;try to make everything the same color. If you do people might call you a color repeater! You do not want anyone to say that, it could scar you in fashion sense." 5. Just pick up whatever is closest. My iPod. I polished it right before he tagged me! Such a pretty gaget.
6.Tag three people.
I tag: Anakin Skywalker, Dark Jedi Kriss, Jinx Miakoda

After get my ring I had to write a song. I recorded my voice of when I was playing my guitar and e-mailed it to the band. It's called "You Found Me" I wrote it for Jace. After that I wrote anyother song called "Maybe" just 'cuz it would show up all the sudden and had to write it. No it is NOT about Jace and I. I hope you all wish me luck with Jace and John Youch and all that. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116112280438139406?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116112280438139406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116112280438139406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116112280438139406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116112280438139406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/bling-bling-with-some-songs-and-tagged.html' title='Bling Bling, with Some Songs and Tagged'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116105028028191130</id><published>2006-10-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:15:02.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity of a Life Time, Sweetheart and Rock &amp; Roll Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/live-love-life-so-confusing-rock-roll.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/live-love-life-so-confusing-rock-roll.html"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/live-love-life-so-confusing-rock-roll.html &lt;em&gt;Continued from there....&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
"What opportunity?" Carla asked. Holy heck! If he gives us what I've longed for all my life I dunno what'll happen to me! Van was on the edge of his seat. "I want you to come to Coruscant Records and try out for a Record Deal." He said. Who was this guy anyway? "By the way I'm John Youch." He said. Alright, I had to butt in. "Sure, it'd be great! But, I'll be really busy maybe until next month." I said flatly. John nodded. "Okay see you in a month." &lt;em&gt;Yes! &lt;/em&gt;

Alright as you know I went out to dinner with Jace tonight but it was kinda early. It was amazing! I can't say all we said because we said to much! "Tell me the truth. Do you love me or not?" Jace said. I was nervous all the sudden. "I..." A sly smile escaped my face. "I might..." I said. All of this scared me half to death! I didn't know what would happen.

I told Jace about John Youch and he thought it was great! After that we went to his apartment. The dinner was great! I have to go to Razome Rabear more often. We went to his balcony to talk. "Tell me." He said. &lt;em&gt;Dang it! &lt;/em&gt;I got tears in my eyes. "I love you." Finally I got that outta my system. Jace's eyes grew wide. "Seriousouly?" He said. &lt;em&gt;Well duh! &lt;/em&gt;"I always have. This dirty little secret will be easy to keep. Your the sweetheart in my life. And I really deeply love you." I leaned forward. He looked into my eyes getting closer and closer. We indeed kissed. For 10 minutes!

We walked inside and sat on the couch. "Marry me." Jace said. &lt;em&gt;That's interesting. &lt;/em&gt;"Yes I will. November 3rd. Let's get married." I said. We sat there in silence for a moment. I got up. "Well, I better get going. Don't worry I'll see you a lot. My Master'll be back 3 days after my party. Hang out with me everyday or talk to me everyday. I'm begging you!" I said.

I got up. "Bye Tash." Jace said. I kissed him on the cheek. He hugged me. "Okay goodbye sweetheart." I said. &lt;em&gt;I can't beleive I'm engaged! &lt;/em&gt;Don't tell anyone or you're dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116105028028191130?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116105028028191130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116105028028191130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116105028028191130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116105028028191130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/opportunity-of-life-time-sweetheart.html' title='Opportunity of a Life Time, Sweetheart and Rock &amp; Roll Part 2'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116096187744684996</id><published>2006-10-15T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T19:27:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Love, Life... SO CONFUSING! Rock &amp; Roll Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/07~8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/07%7E8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My meeting at Dex's with Jinx really helped me open up to the stuff with Jace and all that. "He's just a confusing guy and I don't want my life to be ya know insane!" I said. We talked and talked and talked. "Well, do you really &lt;strong&gt;like &lt;/strong&gt;like Jace?" Jinx said. I shrugged. "I dunno. A regret about the kiss was that I didn't pull away from him very fast. I just sat there for a few seconds." I said. After we talked some more I had a weird feeling. My shirt felt tighter, I couldnt breath as much, my heart was punding and I just wanted to &lt;strong&gt;marry &lt;/strong&gt;Jace! I had to refill my coffee 5 times. I had so much coffee but I wasn't on a rush. She helped me a lot and I enjoyed it.

Like I said I had dinner with my brother Van. I hadn't seen him in a while. Where we had dinner was at a club. They had a stage where people could like perform. "Hey Tash you should go up there. I mean, the guys said they're here too." Van said. "The guys" are my friends from home. Ciara, Jason, Kevin, Ty and Carla. Ciara is a singer, Jason plays the guitar (Van does too), Kevin plays piano, Ty plays the bass and Carla sings. We had a music group back home and we always called it Tash Musta because I was the lead singer and wrote most of the songs. I could tell he wanted us all to perform. "Sure why not?" I said.

Carla went to the guy in back to let him know we wanted to get on stage. I was really pumped. We did a song called Miss Independence and two songs called Just Missed the Train and Home. I loved it! My two passions have been ever since I was 8 are being a Jedi Knight and singing. "Thank you so much... It felt great to be here and I hope we'll get up on this stage again. Alright thanks guys. Peace." I said that all between breaths making me sound like an idiot. We ran off the stage.

A guy in the back came up to us when we sat down at our table. "Hello." He said. "Oh hey." I said. "You guys sound like pros." He continued. Van smiled. "Oh thanks." Van said. He handed me his buisness card. "I have an opportunity for you guys." &lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116096187744684996?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116096187744684996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116096187744684996&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116096187744684996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116096187744684996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/live-love-life-so-confusing-rock-roll.html' title='Live, Love, Life... SO CONFUSING! Rock &amp; Roll Part 1'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116088347415893588</id><published>2006-10-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:39:27.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and a Drink That'll Never Be My Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/3~8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/3%7E8.0.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Today Jinx and I went shopping &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;day! It was so much fun! I got like a thousand different outfits but I'll only post one.

Today Jace sent me an e-mail. At the end he said he loved me. &lt;em&gt;Grrr! &lt;/em&gt;My head began swarming after that. I got so stuck in my thoughts I decided to make a margarita. &gt;:) He'll pay for that! I was surprised I was so in thought I didn't make the most soothing liquid in the galxy: Dr. Pepper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116088347415893588?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116088347415893588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116088347415893588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116088347415893588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116088347415893588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping-and-drink-thatll-never-be-my_14.html' title='Shopping and a Drink That&apos;ll Never Be My Favorite'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116068736545172799</id><published>2006-10-12T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:55:07.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spying and a Relationship Part 2</title><content type='html'>"Jace I... I need more time to think things through." I said. He looked at me like he was nervous. "I'm sorry." He said. What would I do? My book bag was laying there next to me. I put the strap over my shoulder. "Look, I'll see you later." I said rushing out the door.

Justi said he'd be back on Monday. He freaked out when I told him the base was at the Head Quarters. I went over to Obi Wan, Jinx and Anakin's apartment. Anakin answered the door. &lt;em&gt;Oh he's so cute. &lt;/em&gt;"Um... Hey Anakin. Is Jinx here?" I said. You could tell he was trying to be cool. "Sure, come on in." He said. I came in. They had so many different things there. You could tell what was Obi Wan's, what was Ani's and what was Jinx's. He walked infront of the staircase. "Yo Jinx some chick is here to see you!" He yelled. I tried not to rub my ear from how loud he yelled. Jinx ran down. "Alright, alright gah!" Jinx said. Anakin walked away and up the stairs. "Hey Jinx. Can we go to my apartment and talk?" I said. She nodded. "Sure just let me go get my purse." She said. The night was very light and made me want to go shopping. She came back with a small black purse. "Come on lets go." She said.

"Alright, Tash what's goin' on?" She said. I was so confused. &lt;em&gt;What should I do?&lt;/em&gt; "Well, my mission's over! It was insane. I kicked butt." I said. My heart began racing and racing. "Awesome!" She said happily. I sat silent for a nano second. "And I have something personal going on. I can trust you right?" I asked. &lt;em&gt;How the heck is it personal?&lt;/em&gt; Jinx nodded.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"Sure of course you can." She said. I took a drink of my water. "Well, before I came over Jace said he loved me and kissed me." I said. &lt;em&gt;Finally I said it! &lt;/em&gt;She looked surpried. I had a knot in my stomach. How could that make me so nervous? "So he likes you?" Jinx asked. I just nodded. Both our faces where so serious. "Hey, meet me at Dex's Diner on Sunday." She said. I nodded smiling. All the pain went away. "Okay, cool." I said.

After Jinx left I decided to send a holo to Jace.
"&lt;em&gt;Hey, I can't hang out with you tomorrow because I'm gonna be all mellow and moody at home tomorrow since it'll be 'the real Friday the 13th'. Saturday I'm gonna try to go shopping with Jinx and Sunday she and I are going to the diner. Than my master wants me to meditate and than I'm going to dinner with my brother Van. *sighs* So if I'm not around to hang with you for a while sorry. But, hey how 'bout we go out to dinner on Monday? Not sayin' why I wanna go with you. Anyway see you later." Holo ended. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116068736545172799?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116068736545172799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116068736545172799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116068736545172799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116068736545172799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/spying-and-relationship-part-2.html' title='Spying and a Relationship Part 2'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116050814297258116</id><published>2006-10-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:23:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spying and a Relationship Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/02~24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/320/02%7E24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Master Kah demanded I go to the Quarters today. Yay! I got to spy on people! Since Justi was gone I didn't go in my Jedi Robes. I had to wear what I never wear. Justi never lets me wear my nose ring or my belly button ring because he thinks I'll look like a freak and a disgrace. First of all, my nose ring is just a teeny tiny rhinestone and second of all, my robes are so long you wouldn't even be able to see my belly button. I never wear my belly button ring but I do wear my nose ring. Anyway, back to the story.

The only place there was in the Head Quarters was a giant corner 20 feet above the ground with a silver wall. I had to do it. I kept my lightsaber on my waist no matter what. It was the right thing to do. They're could be droids or something in there that wanna kill me. I brought my blue R2 unit with me so he could scan the rooms. After that he would leave me.

R2 stood infront of the door scanning. After that he went back to the temple to charge. My heart was racing. I went across the wall. No one saw me! I looked up to the platform. Was I really going to try to have the force take me that high? I jumped up as fast I could. I made it. The Head Quarters was the base! I looked around. There was a giant data pad in the middle of the room. I looked through my belt for a small time bomb. If I destroy the base no more evil droids being made in the center of town. If I didn't I wouldn't know what to do. If I called Master Kah I'd get caught and he'd get mad at me. &lt;em&gt;Alright lets get this over with. &lt;/em&gt;I looked around making sure no one was looking in my direction. I through the bomb. It landed right on the data pad. I jumped down and ran outside.

There was a droid outside. It caght me just in time. "Don't move Jedi." It said. I groaned. Stupid Battle Droid. I pulled out my blue lightsaber (just like Anakin Skywalker's) and cut the droid down. I backed away from the building. Seconds later the building went down into flames.

I was releived that this mission was over. Gee, we stayed in the outer rims and it was on the planet we stay on most. Just think one more day of no master! Might as well hang out with Jace.

I went down to the cafteria thing and sat down next to Jace. "Hey Jace." I said. He smiled at me. "Hey, your Master's gone right?" He asked. Duh! I nodded. "Yeah why?" I said. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to his apartment. It was so cool! "This really nice." I said. He smiled. He sat down next to me.

We talked and talked and talked some more. "Tash. I know I've only known you for two days but I... I love you." He said. &lt;em&gt;You love me? No way! That's not possible. how could you love me? &lt;/em&gt;He leaned forward kissing me. I couldn't resist. Maybe we could keep a relationship secret. "Jace I..." To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116050814297258116?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116050814297258116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116050814297258116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116050814297258116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116050814297258116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/spying-and-relationship-part-1.html' title='Spying and a Relationship Part 1'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35602011.post-116048267143497690</id><published>2006-10-10T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:22:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/1600/02~3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6898/3964/400/02%7E3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Just a picture from yesterday. Sadly Gar Gar wasn't in it. That's the second picture you've all seen of me. And you might be able to see my face a lil' better and yes those are my Jedi robes. And if you click on it the it'll be bigger so you can see it bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35602011-116048267143497690?l=justtashjedi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/feeds/116048267143497690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35602011&amp;postID=116048267143497690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116048267143497690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35602011/posts/default/116048267143497690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtashjedi.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture.html' title='A Picture'/><author><name>Tash199</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777129901538406081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/o/6/kelly3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
