<?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-16876281</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:26:47.538-06:00</updated><category term='web comics'/><category term='me'/><category term='songs'/><category term='picture posts'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='strangeness'/><category term='lists'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='video'/><category term='awesome things'/><category term='quoteables'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='blog'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='questions'/><category term='work'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Provo'/><title type='text'>Emily</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes I say too much,&lt;br&gt;
and sometimes it's not enough</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8023622038587624131</id><published>2010-05-11T17:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:56:30.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Area's Best Things to Eat"</title><content type='html'>Someone please tell me what these are.  I found this ad on the sidebar of facebook, and just can't stop thinking about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/S-nt8rKjKgI/AAAAAAAAJa8/S6X5EkDnbws/s1600/burgers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/S-nt8rKjKgI/AAAAAAAAJa8/S6X5EkDnbws/s320/burgers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470164849053084162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burgers?  Burger-shaped scented pencil erasers?  Because that's what they look like to me.  Who would purchase such a thing?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-8023622038587624131?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8023622038587624131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8023622038587624131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8023622038587624131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8023622038587624131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2010/05/someone-please-tell-me-what-these-are.html' title='&quot;The Area&apos;s Best Things to Eat&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/S-nt8rKjKgI/AAAAAAAAJa8/S6X5EkDnbws/s72-c/burgers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-2114370133946961989</id><published>2010-03-16T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:42:46.146-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><title type='text'>The Whole World and You</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  I know I haven't posted in a while, but I've been busy!  My most recent project is a new website that I hope you'll all take a look at.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://thewholeworldandyou.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://wakingideas.com/clips/10181bc9497a68cac90805394ded8818.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewholeworldandyou.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;www.thewholeworldandyou.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A unique perspective on music, television, film,&lt;br /&gt;sports, politics, sex and pop culture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New content will be added daily, and I hope you'll make it a part of your daily reads!  Come on over and leave us a comment or two, and bookmark us so you don't forget to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-2114370133946961989?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2114370133946961989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=2114370133946961989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2114370133946961989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2114370133946961989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-world-and-you_16.html' title='&lt;i&gt;The Whole World and You&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6954971610992957021</id><published>2009-10-26T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:31:48.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Until Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to look at this poster all day at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Up until today, I didn't give it a second thought.  Now it makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SuaFeua5F7I/AAAAAAAAE00/9CjBRxx9H9Q/s320/photo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397147966353512370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6954971610992957021?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6954971610992957021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6954971610992957021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6954971610992957021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6954971610992957021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/until-now.html' title='Until Now'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SuaFeua5F7I/AAAAAAAAE00/9CjBRxx9H9Q/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8996283084592828175</id><published>2009-07-26T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:54:50.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Right now I am sitting outside on the front porch being dined upon by ravenous mosquitoes as the moths flock to the light of my laptop screen.  The neighbor kids are lighting fireworks down the street and the popping sounds echo off the mountains and interrupt my train of thought.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The other day I dropped my laptop and it landed on the power cord, right where it plugs in to the back. It broke off a crucial piece. Now I have to order a $20 piece of plastic that is the size of my pinky fingernail, and somehow manage to install it without breaking anything else.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me + the Apple Store + my iPod = FAIL.  Me + Google + my iPod = FIXED.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Jelli.net is awesome.  Also, Last.fm, ftw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I managed to get through the day only having told one person the fuck off and get a life.  It’s okay, it was on the Internet.  It’s still early, though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This root beer float is delicious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;New playlist: Passion Pit, Modest Mouse, Owl City, The Shins.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There is a nest of five tiny baby birds inside the hanging flower basket outside my front door.  They squeak and chirp so helplessly.  I feel really sad for them for some reason.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I finished my clinical hours at the hospital.  Tomorrow morning I find out when I can take my state boards.  When I learn the date of those tests, I will know precisely when I can leave this damn place for good and escape to a city that knows my name…. the city where I want to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For now, I just sit and listen.  To this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0-NupHfvgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0-NupHfvgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16876281-8996283084592828175?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8996283084592828175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8996283084592828175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8996283084592828175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8996283084592828175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/vanilla-twilight.html' title='Vanilla Twilight'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1427295020611535153</id><published>2009-06-19T14:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:09:48.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shady Wireless In The Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/Sjv-dMLVa5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/1NPI68SCvcY/s1600-h/manhole.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/Sjv-dMLVa5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/1NPI68SCvcY/s400/manhole.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349148759871024018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am parked outside the Seattle Housing Autority Project near the waterfront.  And, No, I will not be connecting to Darrell's Manhole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-1427295020611535153?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1427295020611535153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=1427295020611535153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1427295020611535153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1427295020611535153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/shady-wireless-in-projects.html' title='Shady Wireless In The Projects'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/Sjv-dMLVa5I/AAAAAAAAD5I/1NPI68SCvcY/s72-c/manhole.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-469893560647163142</id><published>2009-06-14T18:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:25:05.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Eight x Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things I like a whole lot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; going to say just pumpkin pie, but then I decided not to discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Sleeping In. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Or perhaps just sleeping in general. I've had the chance to sleep in the last 3 days because I didn't have to work at all. I like it even better when the weather is crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Traveling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I love getting on a plane and going to explore a new place. I especially like going alone... it's amazing. I also really enjoy going to places that aren't new... to see friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah, I love the rain. I only like the snow for a little while, and then I'm sick of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Right now I am enjoying the relaxing fragrance of AVEDA's 'Shampure" candle.... it's the best smell in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Good song lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"Words make you think a thought.  Music makes you feel a feeling.  A song makes you feel a thought." --E.Y. Harburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I particularly love laughing until I can't breathe, especially at stupid things that only a few people understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;The Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;It's where I wish I was now, and where I won't be for a while. I love the sand between my toes, and the sun on my face. Cliche, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Phrases I Say Often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"She is trag."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; As in, 'tragic'. Most likely when referring to someone with unfortunate style, or poor hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"Suriously?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; Pronounced like the name of TomKat's offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"Yo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; The usual way I answer the phone when my dad is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"Is he/she kidding me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; A multi-purpose saying, most likely spoken when someone is wearing/doing/saying/acting/looking like anything I object to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"I'm not going to answer that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; Why answer the phone when you don't feel like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"What the fungool?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; I like to swear in Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"I don't have enough money." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"Are you on the phone?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't like interrupting people when they are on the phone... it's a pet peeve of mine, so I don't do it to other people if I can help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have a fairy-tale romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who doesn't want to live in a chick-flick... even for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have a baby or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My goal is to produce the first legitimate grandchildren in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Go to Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did you read the part about traveling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Own the home of my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hellooooo, House Beautiful magazine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Go skydiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Always wanted to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Make more money than I know what to do with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I can build that dream home... and maybe I'll give some away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Become the healthiest I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And look damn good while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Stay connected to my best of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah, they are amazin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;8 Things I've learned from my past:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's called a breakup because it's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Seriously... read the book if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Even the most normal-seeming people can turn out to be crazies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It took me more than once to realize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So true, that I have this on my bedroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When the horse bucks you off, you have to get back in the saddle right away, or you'll never ride again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Literally, and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your roommates will never become your best friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No matter how much you like each other at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once a cheater, always a cheater.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can take the boy out of the trash, but you can't take the trash out of the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles, it empties today of its strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You just have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes the best therapy is a pint of Ben and Jerry's and a good friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've used this one more than once, for su&lt;/span&gt;re.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Places I'd love to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Paris, France.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Shopping, Cafes.... what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oahu, Hawaii.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll go when Leah is home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Seattle, Washington.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Herrrro, seester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;London, England.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hellooooo European exploration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Glenwood Springs, Colorado.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hot Springs in the Winter are the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;San Diego, California.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I need the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;New York, New York.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to live in a Gossip Girl fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boston, Massachusetts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will see a Red Sox game next season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things I Currently Need or Want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;To lose weight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I just want to be healthy again, and stop fluctuating so much.  I see pictures of myself sometimes and wonder what I've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;More money.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't think I need to explain this one, do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;My own place again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Living with your parents when you're 24 isn't all it's cracked up to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;A car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been without for ten months now, and it sucks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;A better wardrobe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I really suck at buying clothes.  I tend to get stuck in a rut and continually buy the same three things I don't need: sweats, underwear, and shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;A camera that can take decent pictures at live concerts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I love the camera I have right now-- I bought it for myself for my birthday last year-- but last weekend I realized that it has never taken a good shot at a concert.  Maybe it's my fault, but I don't think so..  My very first digital was a 3.1 mega pixel Sony brick, and it took AWESOME pics at concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;To not live in Utah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah, not my favorite place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;A best friend who works in the Airline industry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;So I can have hookups on plane fare.  I could do so many more fun things if I didn't have to worry about paying for airfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-469893560647163142?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/469893560647163142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=469893560647163142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/469893560647163142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/469893560647163142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/eight-x-six.html' title='Eight x Six'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7115699882548890186</id><published>2009-06-07T01:03:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:04:43.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Third Eye Blind in Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yesterday I happened to score some really great seats for the Third Eye Blind concert in Denver, for an awesome price I couldn’t pass up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course I would see them at almost any price, but these tickets were definitely a steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don’t have all of my pictures downloaded yet, so I’ll attach a couple and put the rest up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Think I’m just going to post the review of the show that I wrote for the band’s website, so if it’s worded a little funny, or you don’t know who these people are, that’s why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stephan is the lead singer, Brad is drums, Tony is guitar, and Abe is the brand-new bassist who was brought in a couple weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here’s the review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Best show I've ever been to, hands down! The song choices were perfect, and the set was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was able to score some close orchestra tickets, and the theater staff let me stand at the stage for the whole show. I was all the way stage left, and had a great view of Brad and Abe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abe sounded great on bass, and I really like him in the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I really liked how they had the “Ursa” couch, and how they pulled it up to do a set of songs—it made it seem like the show was a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; intimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At one point during “Don’t Believe a Word”, Stephan made eye contact, so I motioned him over from where he was standing at the microphone, and he walked directly over to me and stepped up on a speaker to grab my hand, and of course I loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The encore was the BEST, and the acapella rendition of Bonfire at the end with the crowd clapping was amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I like that song a lot, and I think it works really well with the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course they did their show staple, “Slow Motion” and also “God of Wine” in the encore as well, which were both great songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;About halfway through the show, the members of the opening band, Low Vs. Diamond came out and stood with the crowd for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;During “Jumper” I turned to them and told them they did a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They seemed to really be enjoying themselves, and a couple of them even sang along a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After the show, I waited for the guys, and was able to chat with two of the permanent stage managers that tour with them. (I’m not sure if the title is “stage manager” or not, but that’s kind of what they were doing, so that’s what I’m calling them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The stage manager was cool and answered a couple of questions about the tour, and the band, which was really nice of him. I thanked him for talking to us, and he said something like, "No problem, you guys are cool, unlike that lady over there..." and he pointed to an obnoxiously drunk girl who had been throwing herself around and bothering the guys all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/Sitr8jhI2QI/AAAAAAAADuI/bMQ8GGfa5qY/s400/SL380952.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344484070875781378" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I talked to a couple of Abe's friend's, and then Abe came out and signed a couple autographs. I asked him if he was planning on joining the band, and he told me he would like to if it works out. He also said, "Tonight was the first night they let me do some vocals. Did you hear me singing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, and he said he wants to grow his beard out really long, like a pirate. (His words, not mine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SitugQVO8zI/AAAAAAAADuY/aGrGMJ_4tG0/s400/SL380959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Brad came out next and took a picture with us. He was smiling, and seemed pretty happy. He said he would go get a pen and he would sign some autographs. I asked him if Shelby signs autographs too, and he said “That would be funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I’ll have to get her a stamp or something.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After he went and got Shelby he came back and signed my Red Star shirt and ticket stub, so that was awesome. There was an after party in the theater that the guys were going to, but they said they'd be back out. When he came back, he hung out and talked with fans for quite a while and answered a bunch of questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He told me what his current favorite song to play live is, and answered more silly questions like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He is super down-to-earth and just stood there and chatted away with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shelby was with him, and she had her own all-access pass on her collar, which was adorable. Brad took some more pictures with us, and signed some more autographs. (SIDENOTE: Brad has been my favorite band member from the moment I met him at Red Rocks in 2002 when he came out and talked with the fans. I love that he does this.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When Tony came out, he was still wearing his sunglasses, and he shook some hands and went straight to the bus and then back into the theater. When he came out a while later, he signed autographs, and when a fan asked for a guitar pick, Tony walked over to the stuff that was being loaded into the truck, and got a pick for the fan, and signed it. He signed my Red Star shirt and ticket stub and took some pictures with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He escaped to the bus fairly quickly, and didn’t hang out as long as the other guys did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Still cool, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SittZsWapRI/AAAAAAAADuQ/GURpD1egc9Q/s400/SL380979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After all the other guys came and went, and came back and got on the bus, we were still waiting for Stephan to make an appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of the people waiting outside had left by then, and just as we were contemplating giving up, Stephan came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was super cool, and as usual, his assistant told everyone to line up, and he would go down the line to take pictures and sign for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He did, and just as we were set to take a picture, the camera died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The assistant said, “Battery dead” and handed it back to us as Stephan said, “Story of my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I asked Stephan, “Will you sign my limited edition Red Star shirt?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He said, “Of course I will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I told him I was rocking out in the front row, and he said, “I know! I couldn’t forget that shirt.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That part made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My brother said to Stephan that it was his first 3EB show, and Stephan asked him what he thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After Stephan moved on to another group of fans, I asked someone if they could take a picture on their iPhone and send it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I asked the assistant and she said it was okay if we got in the end of the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We got another attempt at a picture, but the assistant took a really crappy, blurry one and then said, “That’s it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I told Stephan I really liked the new stuff, and he smiled really big and said, “Thank you so very much. Goodnight.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That was also freaking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then he got on the bus, and it was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All in all, it was an AMAZING experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wouldn’t trade it for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am suffering from rock show withdrawals, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am sitting here listening to every 3EB song I have in iTunes and I keep just wanting to skip to the next one because it doesn't sound quite right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They were meant to be played live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Also, I just found out that some friends of mine were able to get passes to the afterparty, and all they did was ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That’s a bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-7115699882548890186?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7115699882548890186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=7115699882548890186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7115699882548890186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7115699882548890186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-concert-ever.html' title='Third Eye Blind in Denver'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/Sitr8jhI2QI/AAAAAAAADuI/bMQ8GGfa5qY/s72-c/SL380952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-772215877326420011</id><published>2009-05-25T21:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:48:07.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Yesses And Nos</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a long time, so thats exactly what I'm doing.  I don't feel like posting anything real, though, so here's one of those dumb survey things from FaceBook.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks. -- and believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming nothing is exactly as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do. . . Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag as many of your friends as you'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed any one of your Facebook friends? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't like? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experienced love at first sight? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totaled your car in an accident? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fired somebody? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointed a gun at someone? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a close brush with death (your own)? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played spin-the-bottle? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked a cigar? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a rooftop? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken pictures of yourself? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smuggled something into another country? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a bug? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalked? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a moonlit beach? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode a motorcycle? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten your anniversary? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to avoid a ticket? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridden on a helicopter? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit a home run? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-dressed? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been falling-down drunk? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten snake? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marched/Protested? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puked on amusement ride? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &amp;amp; intentionally boycotted something? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitted? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny-dipped? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a whole habenero pepper? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridden a surfboard? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank straight from a liquor bottle? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had surgery? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaked? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by ambulance to hospital? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed out when not drinking? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peed on a bush? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed electric fence? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten your kids/siblings Halloween candy? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed an animal when not hunting? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peed your pants in public? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into a movie without paying? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written graffiti? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the future? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in handcuffs? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-772215877326420011?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/772215877326420011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=772215877326420011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/772215877326420011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/772215877326420011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesses-and-nos.html' title='Yesses And Nos'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-4396947025062947075</id><published>2009-04-21T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:09:22.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quoteables'/><title type='text'>It All Evens Out</title><content type='html'>"I have a feeling it all evens out, you know.  At the very end of your life you're going to sit down at the table and you're gonna shuffle out the good and the bad, and it's all gonna make perfect sense to you when you figure out that in the accounting books it all comes out completely even.  But then you're gonna ask, 'What was it all for?' and they're gonna say, 'Well, you did it, didn't you?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-John Mayer                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-4396947025062947075?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4396947025062947075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=4396947025062947075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4396947025062947075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4396947025062947075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-all-evens-out.html' title='It All Evens Out'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6628089995254536190</id><published>2009-04-15T03:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:30:21.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>It's That Time Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s that time again… moving time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tine to un-decorate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time to pack.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time to thin out all of my junk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s nothing like a move to help you get rid of things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started the process two weeks ago, packing small boxes of things, and sending them on their way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it’s down to the wire, and I have to get all the rest of this junk packed and ready to go for tomorrow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’d think I have it pretty much done by now… but I don’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not even close.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t help that I could win trophies for my procrastinating skills, if there were such trophies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(See, I’m doing it again, by going off on a tangent about procrastinating…typical.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s my problem—I collect things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not really any certain thing in particular, just &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I have a lot of things to sort through and thin out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess in a way I’m kind of lucky that I move so much, or I would have &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;waaay&lt;/i&gt; more things in my collection of things, due to never having to thin it out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sifted through my clothes, and got rid of about a third of what I had.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds great, right?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have too much stuff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, I bought one of those vacuum-pack space-saving bags so I could put my down comforter in it and compress the hell out of it, and hopefully it would take up less space.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The particular bag came with a free smaller ‘travel’ bag in the package with it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to put my underwear in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, let’s just say that now my underwear now only take up one-fifth of the volume in my giant suitcase, instead of one-half.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bag does its job marvelously, but my stuff is still too much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You may be wondering why I can’t just get rid of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; stuff, and the answer is quite simple, really… because I NEED eighteen pairs of pajama pants, damn it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I NEED THEM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had some sort of analogy about an elephant in a petting zoo that I was going to use here, but I’m deliriously tired, and can’t remember it, so you’ll just have to make up your own, and hope it’s a funny as mine was going to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6628089995254536190?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6628089995254536190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6628089995254536190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6628089995254536190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6628089995254536190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-that-time-again_15.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Again...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8865282970741122633</id><published>2009-04-14T06:34:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:58:05.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Travel Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I said in my last post that I would update about my trip as soon as I got home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also am aware that I didn’t do that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t really feel like explaining why I didn’t do that (mostly because that explanation would probably go something like this: “I was too lazy”).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here it is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to Seattle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then to Portland.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then back to Seattle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then to Portland again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then back to Seattle again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I came home to Denver.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in eight days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to visit my seester.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSV4zydb0I/AAAAAAAAA18/bBmkCWZ_8vo/s400/SL380694.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324545462665834306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While nothing super eventful happened, I still got to explore a new city, and I really love to explore urban areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I won a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slap_Bet"&gt;slap bet&lt;/a&gt; against my brother-in-law.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In case you were wondering, &lt;a href="http://www.pacsci.org/butterflies/"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; is not called &lt;a href="http://www.butterflies.org/"&gt;The Butterfly Pavilion&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I went to the Space Needle, but I my camera battery was long dead so I didn’t take any pictures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was lame, though, because a “private party” was being held there that evening, and they pretty much kicked us out early so they could set up for the party.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They weren’t very good at keeping the party a secret, though, but I don’t know how you could hide a 300 pound ice sculpture in the shape of the new Seattle Sounders logo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went got to spend some quality time in my favorite book store. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSUPiYtScI/AAAAAAAAA1E/tVCplDCtV5A/s400/SL380749.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543654108154306" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course I went to Pike Place Market.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really liked it there, and went back a second time so I could get some pictures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSVacsQ99I/AAAAAAAAA10/B1a5ru-Eewc/s1600-h/SL380726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSVacsQ99I/AAAAAAAAA10/B1a5ru-Eewc/s400/SL380726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324544941069760466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSVPglOtEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/tf21u-OLABk/s1600-h/SL380717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSVPglOtEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/tf21u-OLABk/s400/SL380717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324544753135432770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSVHGSR6SI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7WSbhDmgip4/s1600-h/SL380712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSVHGSR6SI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7WSbhDmgip4/s400/SL380712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324544608637675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It rained a lot, but I like rain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ate some stellar Thai food, delicious Cuban food, and a crappy chicken salad sandwich.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got blisters on my feet, I took lots of buses, rode a monorail, and a light rail.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I slept on a couch, the coldest air mattress on the planet, and a bed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to a concert for a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bluescholars"&gt;local Seattle band&lt;/a&gt;, which I ended up liking a lot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a pretty good trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-8865282970741122633?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8865282970741122633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8865282970741122633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8865282970741122633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8865282970741122633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/travel-time.html' title='Travel Time'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SeSV4zydb0I/AAAAAAAAA18/bBmkCWZ_8vo/s72-c/SL380694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7250904591856210325</id><published>2009-03-19T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:39:45.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I am spending some time traveling. I'll post when I return next week, but for now, here's a sneak peek at some places I've been:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/ScMBZwsAFsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RMIXsjPEsm8/s1600-h/preview4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/ScMBZwsAFsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RMIXsjPEsm8/s400/preview4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315093527305131714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/ScMBDw2EsaI/AAAAAAAAAos/ohamB7ULHFY/s400/preview1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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I've been transported in the back of a police car, but I wasn't technically &lt;i&gt;arrested&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts is:&lt;br /&gt;the same person who gives me everything, makes me laugh the hardest, and teaches me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“High school:&lt;br /&gt;is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.” (John Mayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m nervous:&lt;br /&gt;I chew the cuticles on my thumbs.  When I run out of thumb cuticle, I move on to my fingers.  It's gross, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I listened to was:&lt;br /&gt;“Second Born” by Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor:&lt;br /&gt;would wear a dress that doesn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is:&lt;br /&gt;dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5:&lt;br /&gt;my favorite outfit was a pair of white overall shorts with a bright colored fruit pattern on them, an orange shirt, and pink socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;I ate all the potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be:&lt;br /&gt;in bed, but I'm sitting on the floor.  Now my butt is numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see:&lt;br /&gt;a buffalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest recent event was:&lt;br /&gt;booking a plane ticket to get out of here for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a character on ‘Friends’ I’d be:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Chanandler Bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year:&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a year older than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current gripe is:&lt;br /&gt;I'm only tired when I shouldn't be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding:&lt;br /&gt;why I have to call Jack Malone every time I talk to a semi-promising guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this girl I know that:&lt;br /&gt;will always feel a little bit guilty that she was such a whore her sophomore year in college, and now has to live with that mistake for the rest of her life while trying to convince herself that she made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you when:&lt;br /&gt;I make fun of you, or your dog, or your job, or your clothes, or your grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be:&lt;br /&gt;my seester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice:&lt;br /&gt;and DO NOT ever put your keys on top of the toilet tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to buy:&lt;br /&gt;tickets to a concert that hasn't been announced yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visited the place I was born:&lt;br /&gt;you would be surprised to know that people in that city actually shave their legs, eat junk food, and wear shoes other than Birkenstocks or Crocs (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to visit:&lt;br /&gt;my seester soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spent the night at my house:&lt;br /&gt;we could share a bed, but only if you promise not to stink up the room like the last houseguest did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d stop my wedding if:&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass stood up and objected right before "or forever hold your peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without:&lt;br /&gt;Utah.  Seriously, I wouldn't even miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself:&lt;br /&gt;some crappy stuff I'm planning on taking back to Sephora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else made me:&lt;br /&gt;a drawing of a deformed ballerina-- "I didn't even trace it, that's how good of a drawer I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my friends, My favorite blonde is:&lt;br /&gt;Leah Jean was pretty awesome as a blonde, but she's a hotter brunette.  I'm going to have to go with Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite red head is:&lt;br /&gt;6'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite black hair is:&lt;br /&gt;the one that is not in my salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is:&lt;br /&gt;three letters long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I:&lt;br /&gt;either sleep, or wish I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, at a bar:&lt;br /&gt;I saw Efram Zimbalist III, and an Aryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was:&lt;br /&gt;doing the same thing I'm doing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this guy I know who:&lt;br /&gt;functions as a commercial paint sprayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an animal I’d be:&lt;br /&gt;a buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be:&lt;br /&gt;Associate Professor Madame Captain Emily Cooley, PhD, CPA, MD, NASTAT, CPhys, IIA, Esq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am:&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously judging and playing in a magnetic darts tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am:&lt;br /&gt;eating Girl Scout cookies for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is:&lt;br /&gt;depending on how you count it- &lt;br /&gt;either 45 days, 1091 hours, 65510 minutes, or 3930651 seconds from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6184571906268608949?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6184571906268608949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6184571906268608949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6184571906268608949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Weekend'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-4103674044436079355</id><published>2009-02-07T01:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:15:15.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>More Questions ... and Some Answers</title><content type='html'>1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Since RT got fired for his poor communication skillz, I'll go with Nate Archibald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, Do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;If I feel like someone is watching....otherwise, I either ditch it on the curb, or if I'm feeling daring, hurl it into the side of a Winnebago full of sleeping carnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, Are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;It really depends on a lot of different factors.  Usually if I know the people, I'm a talker, and if I don't, I'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a hard time with this, but I've made it a point to do better, and I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;If I am bored.  I used to have a super Sudoku program on my phone, but now I have a more cumbersome one, so I don't play it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! Two words: Girl Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like to ride horses?&lt;br /&gt;Love it.  The summer after I turned 14 I went to a horse camp... Girl Scouts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Besides the horse camp?  Yes.  When I was nine I was at day camp and fell off a log and cracked my head on a cast-iron grill... damn Girl Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really play games much.  I liked playing outside.  My babysitter had Sega, and I kicked ass at Sonic The Hedgehog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, But you knew he/she was married, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to say "No" to this, but I'm gonna have to agree with Nicole, and say, "Is he a doctor?"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;br /&gt;Be pursued... what girl doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Use Three words to describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, Pink, Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Three songs.  Not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;I did, and then I stopped, and maybe I will again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Not a handgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any material possessions in this house worth risking my life for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly the present, but a lot about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your favorite childrens' book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Harold And The Purple Crayon&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Where The Wild Things Are&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Quick As A Cricket&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;A year and a half-ish ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today?&lt;br /&gt;Broadway and Alameda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;All different kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep... always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;I look like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;Too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Can you do a split?&lt;br /&gt;Right split only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What movie do you want to see?&lt;br /&gt;"He's Just Not That Into You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What did you do for New Year’s Eve?&lt;br /&gt;Watched something crappy and boring on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha.... not really.  Matt scared me, but the movie didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have your own cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;Since December of 2001... it was the softest piece of plastic I ever laid eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Were you ever a cheerleader or on a dance team?&lt;br /&gt;Not a team, but I danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Whats the last letter of your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;N.  No E... NO E!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;br /&gt;I usually sleep during the day, so not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you like Care Bears?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I sort of inherited a Care Bears sleeping bag when I was little... pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;I try to make other people buy it for me... Diet Coke and some popcorn.  If I'm going all out, a box of Junior Mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you know how to play Poker?&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays&lt;br /&gt;Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)&lt;br /&gt;Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start&lt;br /&gt;And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep pants, and a cotton t-shirt.  I tried night shirts, but I don't like feeling my legs while I'm trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;br /&gt;Jon Benet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. How many meals do you eat in a day?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a regular eater... sometimes none, sometimes three or four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you always read MySpace bulletins?&lt;br /&gt;Myspace is the whore of the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;Funny people... unless the serious people are funny because they are so serious, but then I guess that makes them funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ever been to Los Angeles?&lt;br /&gt;Yep... more than a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you use cuss words in other languages?&lt;br /&gt;What the fongool?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads?&lt;br /&gt;I like to utilize loopholes in the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you hate chocolate?Obviously, only a hater would phrase the question this way.  I like chocolate.  (And so does Raz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying not to fight with my mom lately, and this has resulted in long periods of non-communication.  My dad is fun to fight with, though.  Today he told me I am mysterious, and I told him to get used to it.  Yeah, he's fun to fight with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;Not usually.  I'm more of a cynic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;No, but it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Fashion consultant to the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not being difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;Whisper time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-4103674044436079355?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4103674044436079355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=4103674044436079355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4103674044436079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4103674044436079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-questions-and-some-answers.html' title='More Questions ... and Some Answers'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-2441528840092441771</id><published>2009-02-04T23:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:39:14.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>Kiss My Pineapple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/013109/yiiipeeeeeeeeeee.jpg" width="442" height="450" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-2441528840092441771?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2441528840092441771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=2441528840092441771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2441528840092441771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2441528840092441771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss-my-pineapple.html' title='Kiss My Pineapple'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-3960883250502534304</id><published>2009-02-04T02:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:31:20.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Twenty Five Things You May (Or May Not) Already Know About Me</title><content type='html'>1. I did not attend Kindergarten. Instead, I went to a Montessori school, where I learned how to peel carrots, stack chairs, do tangram puzzles, and read at a 5th grade level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will clean up poop, change a colostomy or catheter bag, hold a peed-on diaper, wipe boogers, spit-up, or drool, but &lt;b&gt;absolutely, under no circumstances&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;will I&lt;/s&gt; can I handle vomit... not even on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the 9th grade, I threw a gallon jug of milk up in the air and watched it bust open on my mother's dining room carpet. I let the dog in to clean it up, and never said a word when my mom asked why we were already out of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have never been on a date with someone who wasn't already my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was 12, my dad and I were at Foley's (now Macy's), where he decided to quietly go around the whole store and expose one breast of each of the female mannequins. It made me laugh so hard I completely peed my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I tried biscotti for the first time ever this week.... yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a massive TV crush on Ryan Buell from Paranormal State.  I think it's the ghosts that make him sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There are three songs on this planet that are guaranteed to make me cry from the moment I hear the first chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My rotten ex-boyfriend got me into the band that is now my all-time favorite on the planet, but unlike him, I find them impossible to replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am challenged when it comes to being aware of my surroundings. Joanna says I am a cat with it's whiskers cut off because I am constantly running into things and tripping over my own feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I learned to drive while barefoot, and I still don't like wearing shoes in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have never laughed more with anyone than I do with Joanna Shirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Yesterday I wished out loud that a child I know had progeria, so that he could just be old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am absolutely &lt;i&gt;fascinated&lt;/i&gt; with shipwrecks. I also like abandoned hotels, and old sanitariums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't ever remember believing in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The older I get, the less I trust my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When I was 14, my brother and I were throwing rocks at cars and one guy got out and chased us with a gun. To this day, I have never been so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I absolutely believe in feng shui, the law of attraction, psychics, astrology, ghosts and demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can't stand James Lipton, or the stupid music on the show, but I think I love watching "Inside the Actor's Studio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I know of one person who is really afraid of me, and I every time I run into them, I can see it in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I don't think anyone could even imagine the dirty things I would do to Ed Westwick if I got my hands on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My 21st birthday was the best birthday of my life, and I wasn't even drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I have to wear pants when I sleep-- I can't stand nightgowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite movie of all time is "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", but only the original one with Gene Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I love peas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-3960883250502534304?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3960883250502534304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=3960883250502534304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3960883250502534304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3960883250502534304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/02/twenty-five-things-you-may-or-may-not.html' title='Twenty Five Things You May (Or May Not) Already Know About Me'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-462289334385571149</id><published>2009-02-04T02:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:49:32.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I Love This Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlft2YM2yI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jMz1TFkHO6c/s320/Christmas+Eve+023.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Addie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 22, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlgk1lf4II/AAAAAAAAAdc/BV6Vsn8ZrPw/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlgk1lf4II/AAAAAAAAAdc/BV6Vsn8ZrPw/s400/Christmas+Eve+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298872622554013826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlipZrfGsI/AAAAAAAAAds/xQepoyFSoYI/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlipZrfGsI/AAAAAAAAAds/xQepoyFSoYI/s400/Christmas+Eve+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298874899985537730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty baby is ONE YEAR OLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-462289334385571149?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/462289334385571149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=462289334385571149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/462289334385571149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/462289334385571149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-this-face.html' title='I Love This Face!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlft2YM2yI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jMz1TFkHO6c/s72-c/Christmas+Eve+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-473546892664526410</id><published>2009-01-29T16:29:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:30:44.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Seester!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYolAxi-e3I/AAAAAAAAAek/8pOj8SB-56Q/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYolAxi-e3I/AAAAAAAAAek/8pOj8SB-56Q/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299088606785076082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;UPDATE: I had this post all ready to publish on the correct day, but something happened with blogger, and it didn't go through when I set it to.  It's okay, though, because in my family we celebrate birthdays a whole week before and after they happen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my favorite sister's favorite day-- her &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Sara and I really didn't get along when I was younger because I always wanted to be just like her, and she didn't like that.  When I was three, I broke her new dollhouse.  When I was thirteen, I stole her portable CD player (and anything else she left behind when she went to college).  I'm pretty sure I annoyed the living hell out of her.  One day something changed, because now we are closer than ever, and I am her biggest fan.  Thank you for not killing me all of those years.  Thanks for staying up with me on my loneliest nights and talking to me for hours on the phone while we watched QVC until three in the morning.  I am so glad I have someone else who thinks it is fun to drive around Springfield, Missouri in a cherry red Mustang while wearing chote bandanas and listening to Jesse McCartney.   Wanna chug a warm can of beer and ride a Ferris wheel with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYloF1qED5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/-oqdBa5itWM/s1600-h/SaraShortcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYloF1qED5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/-oqdBa5itWM/s400/SaraShortcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298880886090239890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlnBVmSWvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VIYL940rBnQ/s1600-h/Sara+Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlnBVmSWvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VIYL940rBnQ/s400/Sara+Emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298879709253360370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYllqT82ZhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dKFOGEel1X0/s1600-h/SARAWEDDING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYllqT82ZhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/dKFOGEel1X0/s400/SARAWEDDING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298878214162507282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Photo by Adria Dismuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlpXCsx1hI/AAAAAAAAAec/KLOyS5j0kRw/s1600-h/sarajer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYlpXCsx1hI/AAAAAAAAAec/KLOyS5j0kRw/s400/sarajer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298882281160693266" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-473546892664526410?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/473546892664526410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=473546892664526410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/473546892664526410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/473546892664526410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-facts-you-may-or-may-not-know-about.html' title='My Favorite Seester!!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SYolAxi-e3I/AAAAAAAAAek/8pOj8SB-56Q/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-9108928943907948205</id><published>2009-01-16T03:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:06:51.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I'm not usually one for New Year's resolutions, but this is my plan for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lifetimefitness.com/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.lifetimefitness.com/images/framework/buttons_homepage/club.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seester and I are having our own mini version of The Biggest Loser, with a punishment I cannot disclose to be doled out if we do not meet our personal goals.  It's a doozy of a punishment, so I'll be spending a lot of time making sure I meet those goals. Good thing my gym is overflowing with hotties and smells like flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-9108928943907948205?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9108928943907948205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=9108928943907948205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/9108928943907948205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/9108928943907948205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-3135746172398008037</id><published>2009-01-06T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:29:23.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SWMIH8tBFjI/AAAAAAAAANo/mMKM6s5Zte4/s1600-h/0812theday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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After stopping at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; different stores the day before, I finally found a Christmas dress for her at 1:30am!  I also made her matching bows, and she sure was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXM5Emfz3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3CuYWemv3y0/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXM5Emfz3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3CuYWemv3y0/s320/Christmas+Eve+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284355018648964978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXOXxdLdII/AAAAAAAAAM0/4Wi6GNaY6yA/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; float: left; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXOXxdLdII/AAAAAAAAAM0/4Wi6GNaY6yA/s320/Christmas+Eve+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284356645597181058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXOugeCp_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/4Iri61vTfBM/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXOugeCp_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/4Iri61vTfBM/s320/Christmas+Eve+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284357036174387186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXNjP-SiVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r57DHD5wPBI/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXNjP-SiVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r57DHD5wPBI/s320/Christmas+Eve+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284355743256054098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6782732088337488418?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6782732088337488418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6782732088337488418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6782732088337488418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6782732088337488418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SVXM5Emfz3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3CuYWemv3y0/s72-c/Christmas+Eve+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-2309296890404451450</id><published>2008-12-18T00:54:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:49:32.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lil' Brudder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEXE32WKI/AAAAAAAAALA/xyPhN8f9yfE/s1600-h/n10231844_32768330_9772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEXE32WKI/AAAAAAAAALA/xyPhN8f9yfE/s320/n10231844_32768330_9772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281038307536820386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brudder, Bubba, BJ, Kid... You won't see any kind of sappy tribute to your life here, so if that's what you're looking for, then you must have me confused with the nice sister. All I have to offer you on this, the dawn of your 21st birthday, are a few poorly scanned childhood photographs to remind us all of how adorable you once were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoDxOW_kcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PMmUeCEFWT8/s1600-h/n10231844_32951328_5193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoDxOW_kcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PMmUeCEFWT8/s320/n10231844_32951328_5193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281037657248338370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and also to remind us of the poor fashion choices you made as a young boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEdnXdS7I/AAAAAAAAALI/MUdJeHIPFjY/s1600-h/n10231844_37329149_3840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEdnXdS7I/AAAAAAAAALI/MUdJeHIPFjY/s320/n10231844_37329149_3840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281038419875417010" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a couple of pictures of the grown up you are turning into. Who gave you permission to get taller than me, or stronger? That little girl is amazing, and I know she loves her crazy dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEpoWqf-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JpXQSWnkrDw/s1600-h/n42111467_33086821_9167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEpoWqf-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JpXQSWnkrDw/s320/n42111467_33086821_9167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281038626298953698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-2309296890404451450?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2309296890404451450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=2309296890404451450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2309296890404451450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2309296890404451450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-lil-brudder.html' title='Happy Birthday Lil&apos; Brudder!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SUoEXE32WKI/AAAAAAAAALA/xyPhN8f9yfE/s72-c/n10231844_32768330_9772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-4616531948566569054</id><published>2008-12-18T00:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:52:26.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>50 things you didn't know about me until you read this...</title><content type='html'>1. What color is your tooth brush? Dark blue and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Watching something lame on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite candy bar? I'm not really a 'bar' person... I like Jr. Mints better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been to a strip club? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the last thing you said aloud? "C'mon girls, lets go to bed." [to the dogs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the best ice cream flavor? Currently it's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing you had to drink? Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you wearing right now? Pants that say "Shake your coconuts" on them, a fleece nightshirt with cartoon bunnies riding snowboards, pink and blue striped knee socks, and slippers.  It's quite the ensemble, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you ate? Strawberry and Cream Cheese Toaster Strudel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Yes, a couple of pink things from Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you ran? I only run when I'm being chased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person to send you a message/comment on your blog? Heather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you take vitamins daily? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you go to church every Sunday? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a tan? When I try to (not currently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like Chinese food over pizza? Absofreakinlutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you drink soda with a straw? It tastes better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last text message say? RECEIVED: Ok. Lol.  SENT: She can be your sugar mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you someones best friend? I would hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you doing tomorrow? Sleeping, shopping, showering, partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where is your dad? I assume he is in his bed/chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Look to your left, what do you see? A phone... with a cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What color is your favorite pair of shoes? Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you use chap stick? Not ChapStik brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Whats your favorite thing to do in your free time? Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Drive thru, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a dog? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last guy you talked on the phone with? Lil' Brudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last girl you talked on the phone with? Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Any fun vacation plans soon? Europe for my birthday!!! Whore Tour '09, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you dye your hair? I have someone that does it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you say the alphabet backwards? "The alphabet backwards." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have a maid service clean your house? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you jealous of anyone? Aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you love anyone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do any of your friends have children? Yes, a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you use the word "hello" daily? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like cats? Piss off, cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever been to six flags? Yes, and it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How did you get your worst scar? Falling up the stairs in my Halloween costume 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite smell? Sexytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is the last DVD you watched? Gossip Girl, Season 1, Disc 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever been to Disney World? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is your favorite number? 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you toast your pop tarts? Toaster Strudel, all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever waited tables? Plenty of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Where did you have your first kiss? Back seat of a two-door car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What should you be doing right now? Helping my brother ring in his 21st birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you enjoy wasting time blogging? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Who do you want to tag? Nobody.  I blog because I feel like it, not because I want you to copy my shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-4616531948566569054?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4616531948566569054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=4616531948566569054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4616531948566569054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4616531948566569054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/50-things-you-didnt-know-about-me-until.html' title='50 things you didn&apos;t know about me until you read this...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6095467440033017517</id><published>2008-12-02T01:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:49:45.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>One Potato Two Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 493px;" alt="Married To The Sea" src="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/102108/one-potato-two-potato.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/"&gt;marriedtothesea.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6095467440033017517?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6095467440033017517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6095467440033017517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6095467440033017517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6095467440033017517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-potato-two-potato.html' title='One Potato Two Potato'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1405254723327538190</id><published>2008-11-22T19:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:54:50.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><title type='text'>Present for Myself</title><content type='html'>The other day I stumbled across the site &lt;a href="http://delight.com"&gt;Delight.com&lt;/a&gt;, which is now one of my new favorites.  They feature a new deal every day at noon, but unlike similar sites such as &lt;a href="http://woot.com"&gt;woot.com&lt;/a&gt;, Delight continues to carry the products they feature instead of just doing one item at a time.  I was browsing the jewelery and found this little beauty: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SSjFOD1FNvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dqfDO_K8J5I/s1600-h/forget%2520me%2520knot%2520ring%2520groupmod-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SSjFOD1FNvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dqfDO_K8J5I/s320/forget%2520me%2520knot%2520ring%2520groupmod-600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271680209173952242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself the silver one, and I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;The awesome thing is that it shipped the same day I ordered it, and since the company is based out of Denver, I got the package the next day.  They even wrapped it in silver and pink tissue paper, and threw in some extra goodies for me in the box, so it was like openeing a present for myself, from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-1405254723327538190?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1405254723327538190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=1405254723327538190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1405254723327538190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1405254723327538190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/present-for-myself.html' title='Present for Myself'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SSjFOD1FNvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dqfDO_K8J5I/s72-c/forget%2520me%2520knot%2520ring%2520groupmod-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7369090698081615293</id><published>2008-11-22T19:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:24:48.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small FryDay Contest</title><content type='html'>I was trying to get a little more creative with the blog title, but I just had to copy &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;'s... it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; her contest, after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting this in order to direct some mor traffic over to her wonderful blog... and to enter a contest.  If you haven't heard her story, go ahead and stop by--  I know she'd love the company.  Just don't bring any apple crisp.  Just head on over to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;mycharmingkids.net&lt;/a&gt; or click on the picture below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/7633/mckmiraclebuttoncopy2rh9.th.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-7369090698081615293?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7369090698081615293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=7369090698081615293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7369090698081615293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7369090698081615293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-fryday-contest.html' title='Small FryDay Contest'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5995302516321235335</id><published>2008-11-02T22:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:55:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Eights</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eight Favorite Shows to Watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Rob and Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Lipstick Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. The Mentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Without A Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. The Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eight Favorite Places to Eat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. The Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Hacienda Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Chili's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Red Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. P.F. Chang's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Mimi's Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Things That Happened Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. I went to breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. I voted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Obama won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. I went to all three of the Starbucks on the way to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. I got paint in my hair even though I covered it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. I talked to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. I talked to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; at work, (we call him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carhartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;),  and tried to take a covert picture of him on my phone-- it didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Bought Peppermint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oreos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eight Things I'm Looking Forward To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Getting on the plane on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Being done with this job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Exploring Philadelphia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Getting my hair done on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Seeing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Seester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Getting in bed after posting this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eight Things I Love About Fall:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Leaves changing colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Eating Halloween candy that the children went out to fetch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Wearing sweatshirts and fuzzy pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Cloudy weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GBLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. Longer nights = more sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. The smell of fires in the evening air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Eight Things on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; (NOT the touch.... it's stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Infiniti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. A tropical vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Magic skinny pills to be invented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ugg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. A Soft Surroundings blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. My dream job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5995302516321235335?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5995302516321235335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5995302516321235335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5995302516321235335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5995302516321235335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-eights-eight-favorite-shows-to.html' title='Crazy Eights'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7771892233571806418</id><published>2008-10-27T22:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:22:12.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>Fall Allergies?!?!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 370px;" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/101708/fucking-fall-allergies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-7771892233571806418?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7771892233571806418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=7771892233571806418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7771892233571806418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7771892233571806418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-allergies.html' title='Fall Allergies?!?!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8243104629023090827</id><published>2008-09-07T16:29:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:57:17.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Life in Fast Motion</title><content type='html'>So I have officially become a bad blogger. That's okay, though, because I think it means I have a life. Maybe. Last time I updated, I was in Missouri to see my grandpa for the last time. My mom and I got there after a 36-hour experience on the road with the neighbors that live accross the street from her. They were coincidentally making the drive that week to visit their daughter in Nevada, Missouri, which is about an hour away from the tiny town where my grandparents live. It was an interesting journey, to say the least. I ended up leaving my cell phone at the Days Inn in Salina, Kansas on the way out there. I ended up having no phone until the day before we left to fly back. It's not like I would have gotten decent phone reception there anyway, so it was okay. While in Missouri, I got to meet some relatives that I'd never met before. My mom has a half-brother who has three kids that I didn't know about, and I got to meet them. They were mostly nice. I say mostly because the youngest one-- 15 years old-- was quiet, and shy and strange. My mom also has a step-sister who has three kids, the oldest two I'd never known about. So, yay for unknown cousins, I guess. Anyway, the night after we arrived my grandpa passed away after a brief fight with bone cancer. My seester was able to take time away from her job to fly out for an eventful (or not so eventful) week of celebrating, funeral-going, commiserating, RV-sleeping, and bad beer drinking. I was hoping to add a picture or two here, but my camera was out of commission during the trip, and Seester has not sent me any pictures yet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before we left for Missouri, I accepted a job in Colorado. I had no idea that I would even be going to Missouri at that point, and I had agreed to start on the 22nd of August. That meant that when I returned to Utah on the 18th, that I would have less than a week to pack my apartment and the things at my mom's house before I flew out to Colorado that Friday. Combine the lack of time, and my lack of planning ahead, and I was a stressed mess! I managed to clean my apartment in time, and pack two boxes of less than 50 pounds each to check as luggage. I arrived at DIA after spending the entire flight staring at the hottest guy I'd ever seen. I was so flustered trying to follow him off the plane that I forgot my carry-on, and had to turn around and go back onto the plane and get it. I am retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;br /&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/16876281-8243104629023090827?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8243104629023090827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8243104629023090827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8243104629023090827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8243104629023090827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-in-fast-motion.html' title='Life in Fast Motion'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5509049251562249806</id><published>2008-08-12T00:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:40:37.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Am In Missouri:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.johnkelliott.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.johnkelliott.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5509049251562249806?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5509049251562249806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5509049251562249806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5509049251562249806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5509049251562249806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-am-in-missouri.html' title='Why I Am In Missouri:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1684476614239322042</id><published>2008-08-05T03:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:53:10.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Silly Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Your name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sometimes people call you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emms, Emmzo, Em, E, Emily Marie! (which is not my middle name, FYI), Sham-Sham, Donkeypuncher&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You have been making the world more amazing since:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You made  your debut in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boulder, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You are the oldest/youngest/or middle sibling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle-ish.  Two older-- one by seven years, the other by seventeen years-- and one two-and-a-half years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Your favorite type of music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore.  How about rock/pop/punk/reggae/blues/electronic/indie/r&amp;amp;b/classical/vocal/hip-hop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You sleep with this many pillows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven.  No joke. Two body pillows, a feather pillow, a standard pillow, a latex foam pillow, and two throw pillows that I made to match the curtains I sewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What you have the most of in your bedroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably clothes.  I have lots of clothes, and they are quite noticeable right now, as most of them are in a giant heap on my second bed.  Now, if the question was asking what takes up the most area in my room, I would say beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You have this many piercings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never sure if having your ears pierced counts as one piercing, or two.   So, I have two if we go with the first option, or three if we go with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You have this many tattoos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This is your blog, how many people do you think read it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many, but according to my stat counter, 28 in the last seven days.  Impressive, since I haven't posted anything new in almost a month.  Also, my stat counter says that someone in Louisiana comes here a lot.   I don't know anyone in Louisiana.  Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Something about your neighbor across the street:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a neighbor across the street.  Instead I have a parking lot outside my bedroom window, and a river beyond the parking lot, and a busy street beyond the river.  I do have upstairs neighbors who are quite noisy late at night.  Good thing I don't usually sleep at night, so I don't get mad... I just steal their wireless instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Name an item you've kept  since you were young:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my blankie that my mom quilted for me before I was born.  It stays on my bed at her house, though, so I don't know if that counts.  On the shelf above my bed is the conch shell my grandma gave me when I was three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You get your money from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to have a job, and I got my money that way, but then I went to Colorado for a while and got paid some money to be there.  Now I think I am going back to Colorado to get some more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Your natural hair color is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.  I like it the way it is now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;but I'll have to go back to my AMAZING hairstylist in Littleton to get it done again next month.  That lady is a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Name the bands you have band tees for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Eye Blind (3), Jimmy Eat World (3), The Format (3), John Mayer, All-American Rejects, Shiny Toy Guns, U2, O.A.R., *NSYNC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Your nails are painted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingernails? Never.  Toes? Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How many pairs of sweatpants do you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too many to count.  If I could get away with living in lounge wear, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Have you ever had sex in a public place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joys of young lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You're on a beach... what do you draw in the sand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My name in cursive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Exes... friends or foes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge fan of the dude, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy sleeping alone and I feel sorry for the next person to fall asleep with me... I've been told that I have sharp elbows.  Also, I will kick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What was the weather like on your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day of my birth?  I hear it was snowy that day.  This year?  Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What time is it, and why are you not doing something more productive with your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5:41 am, and I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&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/16876281-1684476614239322042?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1684476614239322042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=1684476614239322042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1684476614239322042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1684476614239322042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/silly-survey.html' title='Silly Survey'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5862380028499730590</id><published>2008-07-07T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:19:19.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i have better things to do than blog when i'm not in utah</title><content type='html'>I have been awful at updating since I've been on vacation, I know.  I think it keeps the suspense up... leaves you all wondering what kinds of shennanigans I am getting myself into now.  Well, I thought I'd slip a little picture post in here so you all don't die in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMEwm3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ZcImN-Bdj8/s1600-h/Summer+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMEwm3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ZcImN-Bdj8/s400/Summer+2008+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220521626165088194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is getting so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMFNqnMT7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3GXa9TXzQyg/s1600-h/Summer+2008+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMFNqnMT7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3GXa9TXzQyg/s400/Summer+2008+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522125387648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                              Megan and I in the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;limo&lt;/span&gt;' at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;                                            of the best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;July 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMF42H-iFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vprZvhOavCI/s1600-h/Summer+2008+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMF42H-iFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vprZvhOavCI/s400/Summer+2008+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220522867212322898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                            My favorite &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; fireworks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                    peeking out from behind a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5862380028499730590?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5862380028499730590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5862380028499730590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5862380028499730590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5862380028499730590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-better-things-to-do-than-blog.html' title='i have better things to do than blog when i&apos;m not in utah'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SHMEwm3Qj8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ZcImN-Bdj8/s72-c/Summer+2008+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-2443207683729248956</id><published>2008-06-20T06:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:43:24.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>sleep~wake</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to see another sleep center.  This time I get to talk to a specialist, who is also a neurologist.  I'm sort of excited this time, because now I am at the point where I just want to know what is wrong.... if there *is* anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a 2 hour nap yesterday afternoon, I have been awake for 36 hours.  What am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-2443207683729248956?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2443207683729248956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=2443207683729248956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2443207683729248956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2443207683729248956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleepwake.html' title='sleep~wake'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-3124574086880074766</id><published>2008-06-18T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:54:17.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFnmS8KqI5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zMFhAaPXa0/s1600-h/sheneededaplan5147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFnmS8KqI5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zMFhAaPXa0/s400/sheneededaplan5147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213451256720925586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-3124574086880074766?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3124574086880074766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=3124574086880074766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3124574086880074766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3124574086880074766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-what.html' title='now what?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFnmS8KqI5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zMFhAaPXa0/s72-c/sheneededaplan5147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5079144143382562675</id><published>2008-06-17T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:16:38.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the seventeenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i will do something i have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a grand adventure.&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.  watch me be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5079144143382562675?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5079144143382562675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5079144143382562675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5079144143382562675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5079144143382562675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/seventeenth.html' title='the seventeenth'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7730355509599837824</id><published>2008-06-14T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:53:06.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><title type='text'>viva la monkey</title><content type='html'>Once every year or so, I buy myself a new duvet cover for my down comforter.  Well, a few weeks ago, I took the jersey knit cover off because it finally got too warm.  That left me with the pink floral number that I bought on ebay three years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOAVrg7WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTWzXqRpF3M/s1600-h/SL380081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOAVrg7WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTWzXqRpF3M/s320/SL380081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211650303744236242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Yes... it's from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pottery Barn&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd been looking a lot at Ikea, but for some weird reason, the stuff there wasn't really tickling my fancy.  It all seemed too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown up&lt;/span&gt; or something.   I know what you're thinking... anything seems grown up compared to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; up there.   I know... but I was still hoping to find something a step above the bubblegum pink flowers and serious stripes and solids.  Want to know what I found?  This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOGVwYuaMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L_GbMaJVbQA/s1600-h/51VPo39VriL._SS384_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOGVwYuaMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L_GbMaJVbQA/s320/51VPo39VriL._SS384_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211656902121777346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;If you look real hard you can see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;monkeys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled "monkey duvet".  Not kidding.   It's from target.com, and I believe you can also find it in stores.  It was shipped out today, and I am obsessively checking the package tracker on UPS.  I like that the design is one big picture, rather than a repeating pattern.  Plus, who doesn't like an adorable monkey now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that someday I might have a husband, and we might have to do some compromising in the bedding department.  For now, though, I shall live it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/16876281-7730355509599837824?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7730355509599837824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=7730355509599837824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7730355509599837824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7730355509599837824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-la-monkey.html' title='viva la monkey'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFOAVrg7WtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTWzXqRpF3M/s72-c/SL380081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-3037004725455953113</id><published>2008-06-09T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:16:42.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>Summer Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 411px;" alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/060408/summer-wardrobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-3037004725455953113?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3037004725455953113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=3037004725455953113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3037004725455953113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3037004725455953113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-wardrobe.html' title='Summer Wardrobe'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7332445330969925234</id><published>2008-06-02T04:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T03:00:55.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>ten things I want to do before I'm thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own an orchid plant for at least a year without killing it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy an amazing mattress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a marathon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel through Europe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up with the sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim in the Caribbean Sea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be somebody's boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own a home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell something I have created&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-7332445330969925234?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7332445330969925234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=7332445330969925234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7332445330969925234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7332445330969925234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/ten-things-i-want-to-do-before-im.html' title='ten things I want to do before I&apos;m thirty'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1188296540723480468</id><published>2008-06-02T04:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:11:33.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Daisy Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEPGxwyuOUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4CTAHq2H9q8/s1600-h/Random+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEPGxwyuOUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4CTAHq2H9q8/s400/Random+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207224152383961410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Daisy Belle.  I adopted her on my birthday.  She lives at my mom's house, because I live in an apartment.  She sleeps in my bed when I am not there.  She is overweight... a pure  flabrador retriever.  We are friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-1188296540723480468?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1188296540723480468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=1188296540723480468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1188296540723480468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1188296540723480468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/daisy-belle.html' title='Daisy Belle'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEPGxwyuOUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4CTAHq2H9q8/s72-c/Random+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-4100459677256771384</id><published>2008-06-01T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:13:55.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating... Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ALL HAIL THE HEARTBREAKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Spill Canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the notion that you'd make me change my ways&lt;br /&gt;And the bad habits would be gone in a matter of days&lt;br /&gt;i had the feeling that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;you'd open up my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a whole new world that had since been in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that day will most likely never come for me&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;it's just my luck&lt;/span&gt; to end up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;getting stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everything you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures&lt;br /&gt;and overanalyze your words&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that I've never &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fallen&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's taken everything in me&lt;br /&gt;just to forget your sweater so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the notion that you'd make me forget the world&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;your undecisive mind&lt;/span&gt; shows me that&lt;br /&gt;you are "just another girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had the feeling that those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; you gave me&lt;/span&gt; were real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i ripped your heart apart at the seams&lt;br /&gt;maybe then you'd know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that day will most likely never come for me&lt;br /&gt;and it's just my luck to end up getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;stuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;to everything you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures&lt;br /&gt;and overanalyze your words&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that I've never fallen so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;it's taken everything in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;just to forget your sweater so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can honestly say&lt;br /&gt;that i never, ever, ever felt this way&lt;br /&gt;your lips, your eyelashes, your skin&lt;br /&gt;these are the parts of your body&lt;br /&gt;that cause my comatose to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can honestly say&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;, ever, ever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your lips, your eyelashes, your skin&lt;br /&gt;these are the parts of your body&lt;br /&gt;that cause my comatose to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sleep another day&lt;br /&gt;i don't really need to anyway&lt;br /&gt;what's the point when my dreams are infected&lt;br /&gt;with words you used to say&lt;br /&gt;i will breathe in a moment&lt;br /&gt;as long as i keep my distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wouldn't want to go messing anything up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go worrying about me&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i think about you constantly&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i do, but that shouldn't affect&lt;br /&gt;your life anymore&lt;br /&gt;i knew it the moment you walked into the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't go worrying about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;it's &lt;/span&gt;not &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;like i think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; constantly&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i do, but that shouldn't affect&lt;br /&gt;your life anymore&lt;br /&gt;i knew it the moment you walked into the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;because there's nothing else that i do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'll let you get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;because there's nothing else that i do well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the giver and you'll be the taker&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's how this one's gonna go&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the giver and you'll be the taker&lt;br /&gt;you've got me down on my knees and i proclaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;all hail the heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+spill+canvas/track/all+hail+the+heartbreaker" title="'The Spill Canvas - All Hail The Heartbreaker' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Spill Canvas - All Hail The Heartbreaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-4100459677256771384?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4100459677256771384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=4100459677256771384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4100459677256771384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4100459677256771384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/procrastinating-again.html' title='Procrastinating... Again'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8360357139886970726</id><published>2008-05-30T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:02:31.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><title type='text'>Life Instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEAy6IBbd6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4W7q11idPLA/s1600-h/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206217143407572898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEAy6IBbd6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4W7q11idPLA/s400/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara sent this to me.  I don't know where she found it, but I like it, and thought I'd share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-8360357139886970726?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8360357139886970726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8360357139886970726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8360357139886970726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8360357139886970726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-instructions.html' title='Life Instructions'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SEAy6IBbd6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4W7q11idPLA/s72-c/Making_Happy-20070614-112205.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7294640537866476655</id><published>2008-05-22T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:55:02.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>Freaked Out</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going in for a sleep study. My doctors and I cannot figure out what is wrong with me, so they prescribed for me to go to a sleep clinic.  I guess they will hook me up to machines and video and audio record me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-7294640537866476655?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7294640537866476655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=7294640537866476655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7294640537866476655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/7294640537866476655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/freaked-out.html' title='Freaked Out'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-118555493201283973</id><published>2008-05-21T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:43:52.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>I Hate:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Mi4Bbd3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/38psXo_cnvs/s1600-h/pillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Mi4Bbd3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/38psXo_cnvs/s200/pillows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205330537603626866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0M6IBbd4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JbCtXfwZIbc/s1600-h/300-WEL108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0M6IBbd4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JbCtXfwZIbc/s200/300-WEL108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205330937035585410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who hurt animals on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0L8IBbd2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HTFc9etjBoY/s1600-h/100_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0L8IBbd2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HTFc9etjBoY/s200/100_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205329871883695970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JPYBbdzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Nuic3mRfMA/s1600-h/800px-PC_Load_Letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JPYBbdzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Nuic3mRfMA/s200/800px-PC_Load_Letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326904061294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper Jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0I64BbdxI/AAAAAAAAADo/L4vVBKSPa2A/s1600-h/pumping_gas_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0I64BbdxI/AAAAAAAAADo/L4vVBKSPa2A/s200/pumping_gas_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326551873976082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jwz.org/images/love_your_job.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.jwz.org/images/love_your_job.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IX4BbdvI/AAAAAAAAADY/kFzX5YH7uh8/s1600-h/shaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IX4BbdvI/AAAAAAAAADY/kFzX5YH7uh8/s200/shaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205325950578554610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JDYBbdyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VdTXlwS-ssM/s1600-h/wesuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0JDYBbdyI/AAAAAAAAADw/VdTXlwS-ssM/s200/wesuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326697902864162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IvIBbdwI/AAAAAAAAADg/Tvn2rn5JWjM/s1600-h/Nickelback%2Bsucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0IvIBbdwI/AAAAAAAAADg/Tvn2rn5JWjM/s200/Nickelback%2Bsucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205326350010513154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback/Hinder/Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Jc4Bbd0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBsgkIfDTpM/s1600-h/1123-NotWithStupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Jc4Bbd0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KBsgkIfDTpM/s200/1123-NotWithStupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205327135989528386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0KG4Bbd1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bse_x9AuBPM/s1600-h/jadegoody1BIg2908_468x596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0KG4Bbd1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bse_x9AuBPM/s200/jadegoody1BIg2908_468x596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205327857544034130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes that don't fit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-118555493201283973?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/118555493201283973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=118555493201283973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/118555493201283973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/118555493201283973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate.html' title='I Hate:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SD0Mi4Bbd3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/38psXo_cnvs/s72-c/pillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-438338762691140803</id><published>2008-05-07T17:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:27:17.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Say Whatever You want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I realized that I never wrote about my last concert experience.  I saw Jimmy Eat World in Orem last month.  They were amazing, as usual.  I will post pictures later tonight, but here is one of my favorite songs right now.  It's from their latest album, "Chase This Light".  I love this song right now for good reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let It Happen"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ringing in my head&lt;br /&gt;And no one to help me answer it&lt;br /&gt;Even with you close enough to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute is arranged&lt;br /&gt;Every moment lasts a day&lt;br /&gt;But thinking about it can't help me let go, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love how it's somehow all on me&lt;br /&gt;All the petty scenes&lt;br /&gt;And all the pretty things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can laugh it off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must look like I'm running away&lt;br /&gt;To you at your faster pace&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it is you could have seen, in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the evil one who said.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let everything just happen&lt;br /&gt;Just like my chest, my ears are proud&lt;br /&gt;The collision is such an ugly sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you now&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love how it's somehow all on me&lt;br /&gt;All the petty scenes&lt;br /&gt;And all the pretty things&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love how it's somehow all on me&lt;br /&gt;And all the placings&lt;br /&gt;And all the pretty things&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you now&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love how it's somehow all on me&lt;br /&gt;All the petty scenes&lt;br /&gt;And all the pretty things&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love how it's somehow all on me&lt;br /&gt;All the petty scenes&lt;br /&gt;And all the pretty things&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jimmy+eat+world/track/let+it+happen" title="'Jimmy Eat World - Let It Happen' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jimmy Eat World - Let It Happen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-438338762691140803?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/438338762691140803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=438338762691140803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/438338762691140803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/438338762691140803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realized-that-i-never-wrote-about-my.html' title='Say Whatever You want...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5610018779853413995</id><published>2008-04-30T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:55:32.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Makes You Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These questions were inspired by "Inside The Actors Studio".   At the end of every interview, the host asks these same 10 questions to every guest.  I actually like these questions.  Here are &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; answers.  Feel free to copy them to your blog to share your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. What is your favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;It's a tie between 'lackadaisical' and 'vestibule'.  I think both of those words are under-appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   2. What is your least favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely say 'sebaceous'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   3. What turns you on [creatively, spiritually or emotionally]?&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon sun, and warm temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   4. What turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;Being talked down to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   5. What sound or noise do you love?&lt;br /&gt;The busy silence that is early morning deep in the Colorado mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   6. What sound or noise do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;The sound that my compy makes when it is in the midst of a fit of narcolepsy.... it's a whining, wheezing, grindy beep.  It sounds like it is in the throes of death by wood chipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   7. What is your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;F*ck.  That word is so versitile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say something like, 'Hollywood star', but I don't think I'd end up liking that very much.  I would, however, like to try being a personal assistant to one of those Hollywood people.  Then, I could get all the perks, but not have to deal with the fallout of my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   9. What profession would you not like to do?&lt;br /&gt;Fast food worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;br /&gt;"Psych!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5610018779853413995?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5610018779853413995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5610018779853413995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5610018779853413995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5610018779853413995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/makes-you-think.html' title='Makes You Think'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1439121768236539161</id><published>2008-04-30T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:11:06.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Readers, Are You There?  It's Me, Emily</title><content type='html'>I figured it was time for another post, mostly due to the fact that since I last updated, I have had 3 comments.  I never have comments.  Ever.  Kathy says that I have strangers that love my blog.  Who woulda thunk?  Thanks for reading my nonsensical banter, Kathy.  I'm glad &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; thinks it's amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at work-  the lovely, fun, amazing place I call work.  I have this daunting feeling that my phone will ring any minute, and that the person on the other end of the line will have a situation that is entirely too complicated for me to handle right now.  Under any other circumstances... bring it on.  Today, though, not so much.  Maybe I am just bitter at the idea of 19 year old boys that I trained less than a month ago being promoted to positions above me, only because they know someone higher up in the company.   Perhaps.  Also, I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update about my birthday a little bit later... maybe when I'm not being watched like a hawk.  I guess I will just return to sitting at my desk, eating plain goldfish crackers, and wondering who keeps turning on the air conditioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-1439121768236539161?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1439121768236539161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=1439121768236539161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1439121768236539161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1439121768236539161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-readers-are-you-there-its-me-emily.html' title='Hey Readers, Are You There?  It&apos;s Me, Emily'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-7038189690092108338</id><published>2008-04-11T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:55:58.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>You know who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R_8IbnsWkYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U-8BmRFy10U/s1600-h/dreamt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You know who you are'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R_8IbnsWkYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/U-8BmRFy10U/s72-c/dreamt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5481640126093642214</id><published>2008-04-05T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:57:32.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>A Happy List</title><content type='html'>I've had such a crappy couple weeks, I figure that taking a minute to think of the good things might be a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get ten hours of overtime on my next paycheck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have friends I can count on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car takes me places when I want it to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to take a vacation this weekend and see my family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to Las Vegas next weekend with my two of my best girl friends to celebrate our birthdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work just got a whole lot better-- people are actually starting to listen to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have my own room again at the end of April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been finding lots of free stuff lately (thanks to Sara and slickdeals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IKEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5481640126093642214?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5481640126093642214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5481640126093642214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5481640126093642214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5481640126093642214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-list.html' title='A Happy List'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-2700502512034416114?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2700502512034416114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=2700502512034416114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2700502512034416114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/2700502512034416114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-can-only-hope.html' title='A Girl Can Only Hope'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R-nCqC2xA6I/AAAAAAAAADA/zFWIXaz5FFQ/s72-c/monkey-delivery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-1504737776679879844</id><published>2008-03-25T21:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:33:28.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Just a few Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just counted 15 bottles/tubes of body lotion on my dresser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I afraid of my classes at school... all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I snitched on my supervisor last week, and he got fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently I bought five 12-packs of retractable Sharpies in assorted colors.... just for fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Easter, I received a plastic tube full of cats topped with a cat head.  Not kidding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sewed the curtains for my room, and matching pillows.... I am also in the middle of making my first quilt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been spending as much time away from my apartment as possible recently... I can't stand the sound of my roommates voices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I eat at Taco Bell, I tell myself I am never going back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that my roommates boyfriend makes fun of her behind her back while he is at work. I am not going to tell her because I think she deserves a jerk like him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-1504737776679879844?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1504737776679879844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=1504737776679879844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1504737776679879844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/1504737776679879844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-few-confessions.html' title='Just a few Confessions'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-3316467370281234128</id><published>2008-01-30T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:02:03.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>January is Full of Changes!</title><content type='html'>There are days when something happens that I think I should blog about.  A lot of those days have gone by, and I don't have a clue what to say.  Since I have a whole month to catch up on, I'll keep it quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥On January 4th, 2008, the Cooley family was expanded by one.   Addilyn Marie Cooley was born around 4pm in Boulder, Colorado, while I was somewhere in the middle of Wyoming, trying to get there before she arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R6Fc-yN4NmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/97aSK4yaVj4/s1600-h/Addie+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R6Fc-yN4NmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/97aSK4yaVj4/s320/Addie+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161508881644926562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥On January 22, I accepted a new offer for a full time job.  Now I don't have to work two part-time jobs!  Yay for no more waiting tables!  I start next Monday, so we'll see how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I have been sick for about three weeks now.  I am so done, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥It has snowed here at least every other day for the past month... I am just guessing, but that feels accurate.  It snowed so much, that our snow tubing activity at Soldier Hollow was canceled.  Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I... Ummm.... Errrr..... I am in the *cough* Relief Society Presidency *cough*.  Ummm.... yeah.  I don't know exactly who was the brilliant one to think of me, but they must not have been aware of my unwillingness to get out of bed in the morning... or maybe they were, and this is their evil plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I have a new favorite movie- Juno.  I saw it twice in the theater, and I have the soundtrack.   It's an excellent film, and I highly recommend it.  I mentioned that fact to one of my roommates (we'll just call her 'Dagron'), and she let me know how much she hated it, and said that she walked out of the theater because it was - and I quote - "vulgar and disgusting".  Ha ha ha ha ha ha.  Oh, Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmpeek.net/images/juno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.filmpeek.net/images/juno1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Oh, and my sister turned thirty, so everyone go and make fun of her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-3316467370281234128?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3316467370281234128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=3316467370281234128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3316467370281234128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/3316467370281234128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-is-full-of-changes.html' title='January is Full of Changes!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R6Fc-yN4NmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/97aSK4yaVj4/s72-c/Addie+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6063877265459740002</id><published>2007-12-16T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:24:29.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><title type='text'>Would You Like Some More Fries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Ty5ZnOk8I/AAAAAAAAABo/hl-3rS5ZmJw/s1600-h/waiting+tables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Ty5ZnOk8I/AAAAAAAAABo/hl-3rS5ZmJw/s320/waiting+tables.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144503742305833922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6063877265459740002?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6063877265459740002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6063877265459740002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6063877265459740002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6063877265459740002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2007/12/would-you-like-some-more-fries.html' title='Would You Like Some More Fries?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Ty5ZnOk8I/AAAAAAAAABo/hl-3rS5ZmJw/s72-c/waiting+tables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6399258351821369880</id><published>2007-12-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:24:12.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Gm8y_RftI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeATxpYq-T8/s1600-h/index_ataglance20071026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Gm8y_RftI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeATxpYq-T8/s320/index_ataglance20071026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143575812843339474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is a MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the money left over from when I sold my car, and the small amount from my Christmas bonus, I have six hundred dollars committed to the cause already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations are accepted via PayPal.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6399258351821369880?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6399258351821369880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6399258351821369880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6399258351821369880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6399258351821369880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/R2Gm8y_RftI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeATxpYq-T8/s72-c/index_ataglance20071026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8782017392021674632</id><published>2007-12-10T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:10:16.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Questions on My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ what does it mean when someone says they are 'sort of dating someone'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ why can't i sleep like a normal person, instead of a zombie/hibernating bear/vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ why is it that Uggs are so fugly, yet they feel so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ why am i  not motivated to go back to school and do something with my life , like most other people my age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ how can i be so irresponsibly reckless, yet cautiously scared at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ why do i say it's okay, when i'm still mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ is there someone else who thinks as strangely as i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ who said it was fashionable to wear skinny jeans, and can i strangle him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ how did i get this far in the world with the family i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ~ why does no one in utah county know how to drive in a traffic circle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;why do i always fall for those who feel nothing for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; All I ever get is sad love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; feeling incomplete and below being loved  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; I don't know why it has been so hard to find love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/16876281-8782017392021674632?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8782017392021674632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8782017392021674632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8782017392021674632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8782017392021674632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2007/12/questions-on-my-mind.html' title='Questions on My Mind'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5998041468297109853</id><published>2007-12-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:20:08.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>It's The Truth, It's Factual...</title><content type='html'>~ I sleep with six pillows, three blankets, a monkey, and a giant down comforter.  Most of the time, at least half of these items are covering my head and or face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I have held at least a dozen jobs in my adult life.  I don't get fired a lot... I just am never satisfied with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I get real mad if someone squeezes my toothpaste from the middle of the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ If I don't have a pet, I feel incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There are three songs on this planet that are guaranteed to make me cry from the moment I hear the first chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I have purchased a t-shirt at every concert I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I most definitely believe in feng shui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I don't ever remember believing in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I don't have many friends that are girls... guys are much easier to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ About two years ago, pink became my favorite color.  I do not remember making that decision, but I regret it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My rotten ex-boyfriend got me into the band that is now my all-time favorite on the planet, but unlike him, I find them impossible to replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I am challenged when it comes to being aware of my surroundings.  Yesterday I fell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; the stairs while carrying a plate of warm cookies. Later that night, I tripped over the dishwasher, and ran into the doorknob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There are three flavors of gum that remind me of specific people immediately upon tasting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've never been so alone, and I've never been so alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5998041468297109853?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5998041468297109853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5998041468297109853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5998041468297109853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5998041468297109853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-truth-its-factual.html' title='It&apos;s The Truth, It&apos;s Factual...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-9024734378775237823</id><published>2007-12-04T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:16:15.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>A Song About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Emily do you think it’s safe to guess  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; that you’ll be different from the rest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Emily I don’t know if you’re truly make believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but my mind is open to you anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh someday I will say the following words to you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Emily you’re very different from the rest , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; you have me really quite impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Emily I don’t know if you’re truly someone’s dream,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but my mind is open to you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Now Emily brings a tray of parfait,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; to the troops of sinuous felines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; lounging in her chaise lounge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Now Emily with an ardent oratory  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; inspires the troops of sinuous felines  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; to do the bidding of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Emily you know I’d love to know you best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but are your confessions just in jest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Emily I hope that you are truly what you seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; cause my heart is open to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Artist: OF MONTREAL&lt;br /&gt;Title: A QUESTION FOR EMILY FOREMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-9024734378775237823?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9024734378775237823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=9024734378775237823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/9024734378775237823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/9024734378775237823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2007/12/song-about-me.html' title='A Song About Me...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-5649917459194758598</id><published>2007-11-20T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:23:03.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Blog Is A Weird Word</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure what I am doing back on this thing.  I haven't updated it in almost a year, so that's pretty lame right there.  I feel like I should be catching the internet-world up with my life, but I am not going to.  I am too lazy.  I will start from right here, right now, and we'll see how long I can keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole famn damily is coming to utah for thanksgiving, and i'm not sure that i am exactly looking forward to it.  sara is driving down from oregon with jeremy, brian and his baby's momma are coming from colorado, and scott and his nasty dog are driving out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY DAD&lt;/span&gt;.  to stay at my mom's house.  not kidding.  that's all my siblings, plus my divorced parents, two dogs, a cat, and my weird stepdad.  throw his kids in there, with the four illegitimate grandchildren, and you've got all the ingredients for the holiday from hell.  oh, and don't forget the fact that we have one working shower in the whole house.  i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;happy that i have to work on wednesday, friday, and saturday. i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-5649917459194758598?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5649917459194758598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=5649917459194758598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5649917459194758598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/5649917459194758598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-is-weird-word.html' title='Blog Is A Weird Word'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-8539343812469029061</id><published>2006-12-20T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:00:09.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>About Me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still sleep with a blankie.  I got straight A's in college, but I hate school.  I think the blue M&amp;amp;M's taste better.  I can easily sleep 14 hours a day if undisturbed.  I hate showering.  I make faces in the mirror almost every time I look at myself.  I still have some of the cement on my teeth from when I had braces.  I've been fired from 3 jobs.  I tend to over-analyze things.  I like peas. Sometimes I steal things.  I have 9 decks of cards, but I only know how to play 2 card games.  I am smarter than I let everyone believe.  A lot of the time, I wish I had a different family.  I hate making new friends.  I take pills for a problem that I don't want to admit that I have.  I make something up in every job interview.  I swear... a lot... when I'm alone.  I've never been on a date.  Some of the best memories I have are of drunken nights.  I wear pajamas out in public more than most people.  I am an excellent liar.  When I can't sleep, it's because I can't stop thinking.  I can only snowboard heel-side.  The last time I got a tooth pulled, I saved it, and now I keep it in my sock drawer.  One time at summer camp, I threw up inside someone else's shoes in the middle of the night, and denied it.  I am secretly afraid of heights.  My mom left me at Denny's once on purpose when I was ten.  I don't like chocolate and peanut butter mixed together.  My favorite Christmas carol is O' Holy Night... but only the *NSYNC version.  When I'm sick, I sleep in my bathrobe.  I don't write on my calendars... I only have them because I like the pictures.  I have a favorite pen.  I like the taste of baby food.  I am really good at listening to two conversations at the same time.  I still wear one of my ex-boyfriend's t-shirts to sleep in... two years later.  I clip coupons, but don't use them.  Rocking babies to sleep is my favorite thing that I get paid to do.  I hated my senior prom.  I really like watching the History Channel. I can't drive without music playing.  I learned to drive while barefoot, and I still don't like wearing shoes in the car.  I am so very afraid of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-8539343812469029061?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8539343812469029061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=8539343812469029061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8539343812469029061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/8539343812469029061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/about-me.html' title='About Me:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6909250292783130123</id><published>2006-12-10T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:26:06.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Sleep now, write later</title><content type='html'>EDIT: Photos are here! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYniXFsZaSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HsLwpTpJeqo/s1600-h/aar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYniXFsZaSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HsLwpTpJeqo/s320/aar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010784946719648034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson and Nick of The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYnh7FsZaRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/M9mKpci1c1Y/s1600-h/aar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYnh7FsZaRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/M9mKpci1c1Y/s320/aar3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010784465683310866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson of The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYnhw1sZaQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DsCElFuFwp4/s1600-h/aar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYnhw1sZaQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DsCElFuFwp4/s320/aar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010784289589651714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unbelievably tired right now! I logged on to post about the awesome concert I went to tonight, and I know I am too tired to write anything even remotely intelligent sounding. I guess I am just posting this to say that a smarter post will follow. I don't even have any pictures up-loaded to post on here yet. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6909250292783130123?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6909250292783130123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6909250292783130123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6909250292783130123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6909250292783130123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleep-now-write-later.html' title='Sleep now, write later'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/RYniXFsZaSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HsLwpTpJeqo/s72-c/aar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-6649385691130129617</id><published>2006-11-18T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:31:21.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Please Consider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/761/2060/1600/46368/zzzhhhccc02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/761/2060/320/877183/zzzhhhccc02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you for taking the time to consider my request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-6649385691130129617?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6649385691130129617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=6649385691130129617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6649385691130129617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/6649385691130129617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-consider.html' title='Please Consider'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-116192507281148996</id><published>2006-10-26T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:22:09.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Dependency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being dependent on a drug. Hate it more than I can say. But if the alternative is a proud stoicism in the face of sorrow accompanied by prolonged and unspeakable despair — well, I’ll take dependency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A columnist for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times-Picayune&lt;/span&gt; in New Orleans, Chris Rose, an admitted skeptic of depression, finds himself struggling to cope with overwhelming feelings of hopelessness after Hurricane Katrina and eventually comes to terms with the fact that he is suffering from a disease he did not believe existed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&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/16876281-116192507281148996?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/116192507281148996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=116192507281148996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/116192507281148996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/116192507281148996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/10/dependency.html' title='Dependency'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-115010631251231984</id><published>2006-06-12T03:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:31:03.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Angry Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/061206/phoenix-blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 580px;" src="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/061206/phoenix-blog.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marriedtothesea.com/today.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-115010631251231984?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/115010631251231984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=115010631251231984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/115010631251231984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/115010631251231984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/angry-phoenix.html' title='Angry Phoenix'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-114888536736203554</id><published>2006-05-29T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:31:44.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Instructions:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/Moveable_Type/archives/zzzzazzdggg56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.gapingvoid.com/Moveable_Type/archives/zzzzazzdggg56.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-114888536736203554?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114888536736203554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=114888536736203554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/114888536736203554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/114888536736203554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/05/instructions.html' title='Instructions:'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-114878079722779668</id><published>2006-05-27T19:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:32:10.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Diminished Creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/iwascreative74-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 743px; height: 504px;" src="http://www.qwantz.com/comics/comic2-755.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-114066725644460806?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/114066725644460806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=114066725644460806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/114066725644460806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/114066725644460806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-if-i-had-no-friends.html' title='What If I Had No Friends'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-113977474930748890</id><published>2006-02-12T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:48:52.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Nuts.... they suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The "Hard Things in Soft Things" Manifesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adapted from Cardhouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a series of stringent rules involving the material composition of cakes, candies, and other dessert items. In the past, I have relied on a general rule, "No Hard Things In Soft Things," but it has come to my attention that there are exceptions. In an effort to quell public fear of the unknown, I am sharing the list with you, my friends. There are swear words in the manifesto, because of how important this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) No Nuts In Cake. This is a simple rule, and is unbreakable. There is no present need for nuts in cake, and the taste sensation of biting into something hard while enjoying the smoothness of something velvety soft is something that everyone should be able to avoid with a minimum of fuss and outrage. There are cakes that have whole nuts in them, cakes that have broken nuts in them, and cakes that have ground nuts in them. These are all illegal cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) No Nuts On Cake. Again, the stress-resistance between the cake and the nuts is too great. There also is nothing visually pleasing about thinly-sliced almonds, for example; it appears as if someone has gone and dumped a crate of Lee Press-On Nails onto the top of the otherwise delicious confection. The usual configuration of nuts on cake consists of a thin layer of chopped nuts slathered on the side of the cake so it looks like gravel. This is easily scraped off onto the closest wall or dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) No Nuts On Pie. I don't see this that much, but when I do, I take pause, gather my strength, and remove the offending nuts in question. Why, I ask an uncaring world. Why does everything have to have the goddamn nuts on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) No Nuts In Pie. Unlike nuts in cake, nuts in pie present a more complex dilemma. It is almost possible to remove all of the nuts in question in the first two categories of nuts-in-cake - the whole nuts, and the semi-nuts. But with pie, it is a different story. It's just not worth the effort. If there are nuts hiding in pie, you can bet I'll be somewhere else and I will leave no forwarding address for the odd pie chock full o' nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) No Nuts In Brownies. I cannot even begin to enumerate the experiences I've had encountering nuts in brownies. These are the nut-infested brownies that escape careful and prolonged visual inspection, usually with a layer of clear fluorescent-lit glass between my eyeballs and the object in question. I will always always follow up my examination with a question posed to the confectioner: "Are there nuts in the brownies?" I don't know why I bother, invariably the answer is "no" and invariably I've just purchased a fucking nut brownie. Now I'm starting to understand why people freak out over trivial things -- what you're seeing is a lifetime of disappointment and frustration finally breaking free and taking majestic flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) No Nuts In Ice Cream. The ultimate soft confection, marred forevermore by the presence of nuts. It will not happen on my watch. It will not happen. Being resourceful, I can dig around the nuts like an inverse treasure hunt ("Rrrrrrrrra, seitam!") and be somewhat satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) Nuts On Ice Cream - Okay, with restrictions. Here I am thinking of those nutty-buddy cones, with the sprinkling of ground cashews on top. Combined with the hard chocolate coating, the nuts please me. While on this topic, it seems important to mention that hard ice cream cones are okay. The ability to eat a food's own container trumps the hard-vs-soft problem by about fifty times, and the cone becomes softer, chronologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah, nuts in cookies, another damned nut mystery to me. If you want nuts in anything, bring a small bag along with you and sprinkle 'em on, to avoid the heartbreaking scene of seeing yet another anti-nut coalition force troop member carefully picking apart his chocolaty chip cookie in a brave and yet neverending attempt to rout nuts and nut clusters from their fortified hiding encampments. Seriously, put the cookie in the microwave, and then jam your stupid nuts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt; Cereal is another food that seems to have been invaded by nuts. Wheat flakes, bits of fruit and almond slivers or walnut clusters or pecan chunks. Cereal should eventually end up slightly soggy in your milk. It should not end up as a bi-level conglomeration of slightly soggy stuff on top with hard nuts underneath. Fortunately, these types of cereals tend to be on the top shelves at your grocery store. So, if you're like me, your eyes need never see these offenses to nature if they never rise above the level of the Cocoa Puffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's just that nuts are not a embellishment to anything else. They are a self-standing snack and should be left that way. It is not an advantage or plus to any dish to have to stop and chew up a hard, hidden intruder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am still developing this list. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 739px; height: 501px;" src="http://www.qwantz.com/comics/comic2-161.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-113930109533506191?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113930109533506191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=113930109533506191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113930109533506191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113930109533506191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/dentists-are-not-really-friends.html' title='Dentists Are Not Really Friends!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-113870046620206162</id><published>2006-01-31T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:26:57.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Last 4 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/1600/relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/320/relationship.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-113870046620206162?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113870046620206162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=113870046620206162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113870046620206162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113870046620206162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-4-years.html' title='The Last 4 Years'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-113757097657457242</id><published>2006-01-18T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:30:10.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Words of Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/1600/myself.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 465px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/400/myself.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian Andreas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-113757097657457242?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113757097657457242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=113757097657457242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113757097657457242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113757097657457242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/words-of-comfort.html' title='Words of Comfort'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-113748978161765495</id><published>2006-01-17T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:29:15.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My New "Job"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Monday, I started a new job... the thing is, I don't feel like I am working when I am there. I suppose it's probably because with the other nanny or daycare jobs I have had, I was responsible for anywhere between 2 and 15 kids at a time. The last time I watched an infant, it was 8 month-old-twins, a toddler, and a 6 year-old.... Talk about multi-tasking! So I guess, comparatively, this is a pretty easy job... I'm not quite used to the down-time, but I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my days, I really really do! Parker is such a good baby, and she is such a cutie! She harly ever fusses, and she absolutely loves to go out in her stroller. Today we walked on the Pearl Street Mall for an hour or so, and she was so content. When we got back home, we took a nap together and Parker cuddled on me while she slept, and I read a book. Later, we had an impromptu photo shoot, and for a 4-month-old, Parker sure knew how to work the camera! At the end of the day, we practiced sitting up, and once she got the hang of it, Parker was all giggles... she just beamed with pride when her mommy walked in the room... such a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c261/niftyemily/Parker/Parker016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-113748978161765495?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/113748978161765495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=113748978161765495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113748978161765495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/113748978161765495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-job.html' title='My New &quot;Job&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c261/niftyemily/Parker/th_Parker016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-112776241122160361</id><published>2005-09-26T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:28:01.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome things'/><title type='text'>Ellie Mae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/1600/Ellie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/320/Ellie1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ellie! Isn't she the cutest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-112776241122160361?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/112776241122160361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=112776241122160361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/112776241122160361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/112776241122160361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2005/09/ellie-mae.html' title='Ellie Mae!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-112708757727335655</id><published>2005-09-18T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:27:23.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Funked Out Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/1600/Concert%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/320/Concert%20099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I went to the most awesomely cool concert last night! I took 186 pictures, and I was trying to think of an equally awesome and cool way to share them with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; That's how this blog came to be, and it will forever stay awesomely cool!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the pictures I took at the John Mayer Trio concert. Opening was Joss Stone.&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/1600/DSC000732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/320/DSC000732.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/1600/DSC001312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5285/1613/320/DSC001312.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16876281-112708757727335655?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/112708757727335655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16876281&amp;postID=112708757727335655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/112708757727335655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/112708757727335655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2005/09/funked-out-saturday-night.html' title='Funked Out Saturday Night'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16876281.post-4557311078669002895</id><published>2005-04-07T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:21:05.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Privacy Policy for  &lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;www.emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;At  &lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;www.emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com&lt;/i&gt;, we recognize that privacy of your personal information is important. 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Users may opt out of the use of the DART cookie by visiting the Google ad and content network privacy policy by visiting&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/privacy_ads.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 102, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;http://www.google.com/privacy_ads.html&lt;/a&gt; and opting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;If you wish to disable cookies in your browser, you may do so through your individual browser options. More detailed information about cookie management with specific web browsers can be found at the browsers' respective websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. However, this can affect how you are able to interact with our site as well as other websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16876281-4557311078669002895?l=emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4557311078669002895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16876281/posts/default/4557311078669002895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyscoolstuff.blogspot.com/2005/04/privacy-policy.html' title='Privacy Policy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07526737434387249916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RWz_JzsGC0U/SFY_Gv9J6wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UUVNZ-RrLwU/S220/n10231844_36195412_5637.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
