<?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-7390777505057224493</id><updated>2011-09-19T12:16:59.697-07:00</updated><category term='Olympics'/><category term='virtual vacation'/><category term='Nastia Luikin'/><category term='Swazi trip &apos;09'/><category term='observations'/><category term='Alexander Artemov'/><category term='status quo'/><category term='politics'/><category term='presidents'/><category term='George Washington'/><category term='Greece'/><category term='the past'/><category term='gymnastics'/><category term='Swaziland'/><category term='Shawn Johnson'/><category term='photos'/><category term='commentary'/><category term='Memorial Day'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Johnathon Horton'/><category term='Michael Phelps'/><category term='freak-outs'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='Mississippi'/><category term='the Military'/><category term='lurkers'/><title type='text'>My Life in Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.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-7390777505057224493.post-3699750576804772922</id><published>2009-02-17T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:26:15.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Presidents etc. etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~George Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if everyone's your best friend within minutes of meeting, you're gonna get hurt alot and badly! That's what I think he should have added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But American presidents are strange people. They are people who---for whatever reason---want to lead the most powerful country in the world. And, they have enough appeal and popularity to get elected by the majority of that country's citizens. Then, they have to be strong enough to do things most of us can't even imagine having to do.&lt;br /&gt;Send people off to war and sometimes certain death, all for a greater cause.&lt;br /&gt;Withstand the ridicule they get from their critics, and sometimes even most of their citizens.&lt;br /&gt;Deal with people, day after day. People that they don't necessarily care much for. Annoying politicians. Insane dictators and generals. Suck-up journalists. Journalists who want to only find fault. The list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I am &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;not running for president! Even if I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; have the Jonas Brothers play live for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if we don't agree with whoever is prez, why can't we respect and honor them just 'cause their job is so hard on them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right....and pigs can fly. *sigh* Ok, so people will never do that. It was a nice thought though! And I don't have those very often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3699750576804772922?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3699750576804772922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3699750576804772922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3699750576804772922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3699750576804772922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2009/02/presidents-etc-etc.html' title='Presidents etc. etc.'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1402647171850206042</id><published>2008-09-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:47:40.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swazi trip &apos;09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swaziland'/><title type='text'>Hyperlink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, so I&lt;em&gt; finally &lt;/em&gt;got to post on my team for Swazi trip '09's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://09sw0619amb1.myadventures.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. My post is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://09sw0619amb1.myadventures.org/?filename=about-me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; . Every week I have to update it with my new "assignment". So keep checking there, &amp;amp; here, to see what's up in the (usually) wonderful world of me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S. Hi lurkers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-1402647171850206042?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1402647171850206042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1402647171850206042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1402647171850206042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1402647171850206042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/09/hyperlink.html' title='Hyperlink'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4751611997353739826</id><published>2008-09-04T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:51:22.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politics, or, We Don't Know Anything Anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This political year has been of especial interest to many people this year. History has been made several times over. Not only do we have the first big contender for presidency of African heritage, but also, a woman has been picked as the Vice Prez for the other big contender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh yeah, you know who I'm talking 'bout now. Barak Obama and Sara Palin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Obama had his speech-when was it?-a week ago? *yawn* It was soo boring. You'd think that someone who's had so much of his running steam based off his likability and eloquence would at least have an&lt;em&gt; interesting&lt;/em&gt; speech. But no, that was too much for Obama at his acceptance speech. Now, my family and I are not Obama supporters or Dems, or even liberal. We're pretty core-line conservative, but I at least wanted to hear if Obama could say anything interesting and was disappointed when he didn't. Now, I know I'm too young to vote in &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;election. But I'll be of voting age next time, and if Obama wants to run again, he should be adding my generation into his calculations. And actually many of my friends and peers have watched and payed some attention to this race. If for nothing else, 'cause Obama's black and Palin's a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, many of my peers who wouldn't be able to tell you any candidates during any previous race have payed a good amount of attention to this race. It's interesting to us. Man against woman, minorities against majorities, rich against poor, oh wait, forgive me, both candidates are rich (regardless of what Obama tries to say.). It's the ultimate no-no race. It's pulling up all the taboos you're supposed to leave untouched. Everything from racial and gender issues, to teen pregnancy and the handicapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Which brings me to another thing. The media's having this freaking feeding-frenzy over Sara Palin's daughter being pregnant at seventeen. Why? I mean, it's not like Palin told her daughter, "Go have a good time getting knocked up tonight dear!" It was her daughter's choice. She's seventeen. More than capable to realize what she's doing and what the consequences are. She's dealing with enough, so is it too much to ask for them to leave the poor girl out of it? Yes of course it is. This is politics after all. Just as vicious as Hollywood, with far more important things in the balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I know that Sara Palin isn't the one up for presidential candidacy, but I'm sorry John McCain is boring. Yeah, he's got the whole soldier-and-POW thing goin' for him but, let's be honest here, there's nothing about him that just smacks you from the first and makes you go "Wow. That's really different.". Now, maybe he has something in his speeches or policies that is cool or special or something, but I am after all a teenager. And everyone knows we don't pay any attention to politics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-4751611997353739826?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4751611997353739826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4751611997353739826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4751611997353739826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4751611997353739826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/09/politics-or-we-dont-know-anything.html' title='Politics, or, We Don&apos;t Know Anything Anyway'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2335852912703474383</id><published>2008-08-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:05:02.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shawn Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnathon Horton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Phelps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nastia Luikin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexander Artemov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>My Commentary of the Olympics and History in the make</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll be the first to tell you, in general I hate sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sure, I played basketball once, but that was a long time ago when I was young and dumb. I am wiser now. Team sports and I do not mix. Neither do I and most sports really. I only watch the Superbowl for the funny commercials and the snacks my dad will only give me if I stick around. I never watch basketball. Too many painful memories. And baseball just puts me to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So saying I'm not a fan of sports would be a smige of an understatement for me. Unless it's the Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I ADORE the Olympics. And for a few short weeks every few years, it's all I care about. Ok, so not really. But me and my family are pretty obsessive over it. We'd watch the Olympics all day, every day if they were on. We scream and cry for our favorite athletes. (And boy, do we ever have favorites.) We get all wound up when the Chinese, or the Russians, or-heaven forbid!-the French get higher points or lower times. At least one of us girls gets a crush on at least one male athlete every time. And at least one of the boys decides they're going to be an Olympian in an at least one sport. The Olympics are quite eventful 'round here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So here's some highlights of the Olympics and of our reactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;First off: Michael Phelps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Man, can the dude ever swim! And it doesn't hurt that he's got a totally hott bod. What? I'm just sayin'! But enough of my fan-girlishness (and my cousin's, and my best friend's, and my little sisters', and my little sisters' bffs, and every other straight female in the entire country!). Let's get down to the theatrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;When we saw that first relay where we just barely won against those @#$! Frenchies (oh yeah, &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; got smashed again? Because, pardon me, but I don't think it was us. Score!) my family started screaming and jumping and pointing at the screen. (Yes, we &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;they can't see us or hear us. Who cares!?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then Boopsie and I watched the replays and realized how close Michael Phelps got to having a err, &lt;em&gt;wardrobe malfunction &lt;/em&gt;there at the end with his low, low suit. *snicker, snicker, snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Skip ahead a few races (and medals) and we're at the seventh race and WoW, was that ending amazing! Just as we were starting to get slightly bored of Mr. Phelps ("Oh, wow. Michael Phelps got &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;gold medal. Big surprise.") he had that AmAzInG-win-by-a-nail-literally-finish! And then his mom's face! Ah-ha-ha-ha! She was in total and utter shock! (I've got to get some pictures up to show you) She thought he came in second but then when her daughters started screaming "He won! Michael won!" the poor woman almost fainted. And the guy in front of her! Bwahahah!!!!!! Everyone else was jumping around and screaming and he was just like, "Omg. Omg. Michael Phelps won. By like a nail. Omg." *snicker, snicker, snort!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;On to gymnastics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;By far, Boopsie and I's favorite Summer Olympic sport, gymnastics also became a favorite the Princess and the Hobbit-Hannah girl. They were jumping and twirling and attempting to stand on their heads. (That didn't go very well) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;We got sooo enraged when we got lower scores than we deserved. Boopsie and I freaked out (jumping, screaming, tears of joy) when the Men's team got bronze, and the Women got silver, and then Nastia Luikin and Shawn Johnson got gold! But we also freaked out when Kevin Tang fell on the pommel horse, and when Alecia Sacramone fell, and when Nastia got silver when she deserved gold, and when Alexander (Sasha) Artemov fell and, and, and, ah! It was too much! Towards the end there Boopsie and I started to sound like that commentator guy. ("What a reep off!") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Shawn Johnson became our favorite out of the women's team and we decided they we would be best friends if we ever met. And on the guy's team, well, they were all so cute! But our favorites were Johnathon Horton and Sasha. They were the cutest. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yes, gymnastics was very emotional at our house. Mom cried when Nastia got gold for all around, Boopsie and mom cried when Shawn got gold for balance beam, I cried when Sasha and Nastia didn't get gold...and dad? Well, he made fun of all the guys that weren't American. Especially the French and Germans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'd like to make an observation about our teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Isn't it interesting how diverse our teams are? Our all-around gold medalist for women, Nastia, is a Russian immigrant (her parents were actually gymnasts for the Soviet Union.), as is Sasha who's dad got a lot of medals for the Soviets. Kevin Tang is of Asian descent. Alecia Sacramone is Hispanic. Raj is East Indian. Johnathon Horton's dad was an astronaut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just think it's cool how all these people from totally different backgrounds, ancestries, etc. came together to fulfil the "American Dream". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;But after all, isn't that what being an American is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ok, I'll post more about the Olympics later (probably sometime tonight) and when I do I'm gonna cover Marathons (yawn, so boring), diving, beach volleyball, volleyball, and basketball. Plus I'm gonna do a post of pictures from/of memorable moments or people/ (Not that every moment and person wasn't memorable. This is the Olympics after all! But these will just be the one's &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;noticed and remembered.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2335852912703474383?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2335852912703474383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2335852912703474383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2335852912703474383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2335852912703474383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-commentary-of-olympics-and-history.html' title='My Commentary of the Olympics and History in the make'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-8773002674246648656</id><published>2008-07-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:32:12.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freak-outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Freak-me-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever been somewhere, just going about your own business &amp;amp; then BAM!-you see a ghost? Well, not a real ghost, but a "ghost" from your past? On the Fourth of July, I got the biggest freak-out by one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were leaving the firework show on the water in Ocean Springs. The fireworks had been beautiful &amp;amp; loud. Poor 4-going-on-14, he was terrified &amp;amp; kept saying "I am going to die.". Perfectly serious. So as we walked away, sandy &amp;amp; slightly shell-shocked, I saw him. There, standing on a corner looking at me was a guy who looked &lt;em&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;like a guy I used to know. Only this guy was shorter &amp;amp; his hair was longer. He stared at me for a second, then smiled, waved, said hello &amp;amp; even pointed me out to his friend! I was so flustered &amp;amp; weirded-out I didn't even realize my dad was talking to me 'til he asked loudly what planet I was on. So I kept walking to our van &amp;amp; after a couple blocks I glanced behind me &amp;amp; EEK! He was RIGHT THERE! Like, ten feet behind me smiling at me. Finally he went down another road, but I was still so weirded-out. It was almost like someone had plucked a memory out of my mind &amp;amp; stuck it right there in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-8773002674246648656?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8773002674246648656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=8773002674246648656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8773002674246648656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8773002674246648656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/07/freak-me-out.html' title='Freak-me-out'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-944224248105172946</id><published>2008-07-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:00:21.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What would inspire and drive men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Riches&lt;/span&gt;? Honor? Fear? Power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes to all of these, but in this case it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The idea that perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;people should be free to make their own choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That maybe, just because something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is older, more powerful and simply stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's not always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The idea that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"all men are created equal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The idea that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"we the people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;are maybe able to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;our own choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Such an idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;inspired men to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fire and water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cold and heat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hunger and disease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blood and broken bones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the ultimate defeat of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We can sum this idea up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;into a single word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-944224248105172946?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/944224248105172946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=944224248105172946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/944224248105172946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/944224248105172946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspire.html' title='Inspire'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3604848686957249767</id><published>2008-06-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:55:39.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Imaginary Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmL1qHD9LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IbGCn89aP30/s1600-h/Tokyo+Japan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217855397238666418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmL1qHD9LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IbGCn89aP30/s320/Tokyo+Japan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since I can't afford a vacation to any exotic places, I'll post pictures of them. And dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;..........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmHrfRxmSI/AAAAAAAAACY/-HZaaXcjFec/s1600-h/Troy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217850824485607714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmHrfRxmSI/AAAAAAAAACY/-HZaaXcjFec/s320/Troy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217851324718435938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmIImykzmI/AAAAAAAAACg/NL-A56VfSDo/s320/Troy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Troy, Turkey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This horse is really there at Troy. It represents, of course, the Trojan Horse from the Homeric legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217852929209205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmJl_-_AVI/AAAAAAAAACo/rb4gpvwI7zU/s320/Athens.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Athens, Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I would just LOVE to go to Greece. So much history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217854571750475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmLFm7VxxI/AAAAAAAAACw/oXvFPxJFCSA/s320/North+Narrabeen+Rock+Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sydney, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Surfing, sand, sun, sea, surfer-dudes. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217858036887154818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmOPTkTcII/AAAAAAAAADI/7Q4caRw5rEE/s320/Tokyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ginza, Tokyo Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I would love to spend a semester in Tokyo. Hey! Maybe I will.&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/7390777505057224493-3604848686957249767?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3604848686957249767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3604848686957249767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3604848686957249767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3604848686957249767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/06/imaginary-vacation.html' title='Imaginary Vacation'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/SGmL1qHD9LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IbGCn89aP30/s72-c/Tokyo+Japan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2191004419110545272</id><published>2008-05-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:28:23.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mississippi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is Memorial Day. It hasn't been a National Holiday for quiet a while. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've researched the history of Memorial Day &amp;amp; this is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; (I'm addicted to Wiki!) has to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Following the end of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Civil War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; many communities set aside a day to mark the end of the war or as a memorial to those who had died. Some of the places creating an early memorial day include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Charleston, South Carolina" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charleston%2C_South_Carolina"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Charleston South Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Boalsburg, Pennsylvania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boalsburg%2C_Pennsylvania"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boalsburg&lt;/span&gt; Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Richmond, Virginia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richmond%2C_Virginia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Richmond Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Carbondale, Illinois" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbondale%2C_Illinois"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carbondale&lt;/span&gt; Illinois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Columbus, Mississippi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus%2C_Mississippi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Columbus Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;; many communities in Vermont; and some two dozen other cities and towns. These observances eventually coalesced around Decoration Day (What Memorial Day was originally called), honoring the Union dead, and the several &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confederate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Memorial Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mississippian&lt;/span&gt;, I will give special place to the Columbus story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many of the states of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U.S. South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; refused to celebrate Decoration Day, due to lingering hostility towards the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Union Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; and also because there were very few veterans of the Union Army who lived in the South. A notable exception was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Columbus, Mississippi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbus%2C_Mississippi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Columbus Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, which on April 25, 1866 at its Decoration Day commemorated both the Union and Confederate casualties buried in its cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, also since I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mississippian&lt;/span&gt; I can add more to the above lines. Columbus began to commemorate Union &amp;amp; Confederate soldiers because church ladies started decorating &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the graves, not just the Confederate ones as they said "The Union mothers are missing their sons too, &amp;amp; we'd want them to honor our boys so we'll honor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;." Bravo ladies! But it's so true. Even to &lt;em&gt;this day, &lt;/em&gt;there's resentment against the "Yanks" here. I know it might sound crazy to some of you, but it's true. The pain from the Civil War ran so deep here in the South. Plus, we Southerners are notorious for holding long set grudges &amp;amp; bad traditions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now that you know this, perhaps you'll see Memorial Day in a new way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But isn't it tragic that it took the deaths of so many (over 600,000!) to bring us back together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2191004419110545272?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2191004419110545272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2191004419110545272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2191004419110545272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2191004419110545272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-450299100930433538</id><published>2008-05-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:09:25.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='status quo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>They Say the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sees                                                             you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like you see yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wonder if that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think it can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No one sees                                               Isode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;as a punker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;except herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;People don't see                                       Maya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;as fat. Ever though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;her main topic of conversation is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;her weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I don't                                                   believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the world sees you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;like you see yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sees you as they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As whatever they are most                    comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;with. So perhaps it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to try &amp;amp; change our image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And yes. I am a bit                                  jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I still                                                  try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-450299100930433538?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/450299100930433538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=450299100930433538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/450299100930433538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/450299100930433538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-say-world.html' title='They Say the World'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1867842565269109387</id><published>2008-04-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:55:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yes, I did go to Swaziland. But I'm still not sure what to say. How could I? But, I do know now that I want to help, maybe not overseas (although I plan on taking a missions trip back to Swaziland next summer), but in the inner city of our own country. This summer in fact my youth group will be helping around the metro area. I am physched, but most everyone else (especially the guys) are rather, um, terrified. And one in particular thinks I'm insane. Ah well. I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&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/7390777505057224493-1867842565269109387?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1867842565269109387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1867842565269109387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1867842565269109387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1867842565269109387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-i-did-go-to-swaziland.html' title=''/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6001089692244314146</id><published>2008-04-07T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:30:33.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R_p2NI2wfqI/AAAAAAAAABk/ECg-zHIYhzw/s1600-h/Charlton+Heston+in+Ben+Hur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186587888958078626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R_p2NI2wfqI/AAAAAAAAABk/ECg-zHIYhzw/s320/Charlton+Heston+in+Ben+Hur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I'm sure most (if not all) of you know, Charlton Heston died over the weekend. Mr. Heston is well remembered in my family as the actor behind Moses, Judah Ben-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; El Cid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ben-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt; was my absolute-no-doubt-about-it favorite movie when I was nine &amp;amp; ten. I loved Ben-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the chariot scene was watched until I wrecked the library's copy of it. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, oops) And last month I introduced my little sister, Princess Laura, to Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; yes, she was enraptured. Although she might deny it if asked, she said while watching the chariot race "I like the guy with the white horses. I think I'll marry him. And the horses will come to our wedding." :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad loves the Ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Commandments&lt;/span&gt; the best. Every time we watch it he says "We &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to get this movie on DVD". Of course, he's been saying that for the past, oh, ten years? (Love you dad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But as I've gotten older, El Cid (which means The Hero) has become more of a favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Less well known than the other two, the story of honor, love &amp;amp; all that jazz, really is inspiring. But now, as my little sister wants the computer so I'll end with this quote from Mr. Heston on his announcing he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;"For an actor, the hardest thing is losing his audience. I can part the Red Sea, but I can't part with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BTW. he was married to the same woman for 64 years. Wow.&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/7390777505057224493-6001089692244314146?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6001089692244314146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=6001089692244314146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6001089692244314146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6001089692244314146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-memory.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R_p2NI2wfqI/AAAAAAAAABk/ECg-zHIYhzw/s72-c/Charlton+Heston+in+Ben+Hur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5138877991950876452</id><published>2008-01-18T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:10:10.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Eem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eem is my adorable new Betta "Fighting" Fish. a friend gave him &amp;amp; his bowl to me so the only thing i had to pay for was his food &amp;amp; a water purifier. quite a gooddeal. ;D anyways, why the name Eem you might ask. well, really because it sounds cute. *hides face in hands in embarrassment over this display of girliness* but Eem is also Elvish for I. i found that out at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/eng_to_elv.html"&gt;http://arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/eng_to_elv.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;site. btw, Eem is almost exactly the color of the font.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5138877991950876452?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5138877991950876452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5138877991950876452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5138877991950876452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5138877991950876452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/meet-eem.html' title='Meet Eem'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-8093302900772047861</id><published>2008-01-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:33:36.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHiCkEn PoX on my EYES!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WWWWWAAAAAHHHHH!!!! i've got a pox in my EYE! ooh! it hurts! *sniff* i need Sonic &amp;amp; a good book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-8093302900772047861?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8093302900772047861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=8093302900772047861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8093302900772047861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8093302900772047861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-pox-on-my-eyes.html' title='cHiCkEn PoX on my EYES!!!!!'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7647023735003650052</id><published>2008-01-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T09:08:32.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Austen on PBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155376240455475346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uTYFfWYJI/AAAAAAAAABU/bRmkAyHWbkM/s320/persuaision+cover,+%27persuasion%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uV5VfWYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Yic_U6D3pRM/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last night the first in the installment of the Complete Jane Austen aired on Masterpiece (Formally Theater). The one that played was Persuasions. I think I fell in love with Captain Wentworth. *happy sigh* I mean, what's Mr. Darcy to a &lt;em&gt;naval officer&lt;/em&gt;? I mean, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;. Anywho, I could so relate with poor Anne Elliot. Well, not the turning down true love part, the unrequited love part.The pining after someone you think is lost forever part. *dramatic sigh* Field &amp;amp; I loved the sisters, Louisa &amp;amp; Henrietta. They sorta reminded us of ourselves. ;D &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uV5VfWYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Yic_U6D3pRM/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ya know, I think one reason I really liked this movie was because the main man wasn't wearing leggings! To qoute Larry the Cucumber "I don't look good in leggings". Too true! Or wait, maybe he was. I don't remember now. *rubs temple* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ooh! Y'all&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; to check out this link: &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uV5VfWYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Yic_U6D3pRM/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You vote for your fave Austen man. Although I can't think who would want Mr. Collins. I &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uV5VfWYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Yic_U6D3pRM/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ck. Now, I shall end this post with another pic of British handsomeness. (And guess what! The hero of Mansfield Park looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;emo! &lt;/em&gt;Yayness!&lt;em&gt;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uV5VfWYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Yic_U6D3pRM/s1600-h/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379010709381282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uV5VfWYKI/AAAAAAAAABc/Yic_U6D3pRM/s320/captain+wnetworth+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/austen/menofausten.html"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7647023735003650052?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7647023735003650052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7647023735003650052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7647023735003650052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7647023735003650052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/jane-austen-on-pbs.html' title='Jane Austen on PBS'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/R4uTYFfWYJI/AAAAAAAAABU/bRmkAyHWbkM/s72-c/persuaision+cover,+%27persuasion%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4336837543690062986</id><published>2008-01-07T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:58:58.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChIcKeN pOx!!!!! HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cHiCkEn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PoX&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! *sob* my head hurts, my back hurts, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buttock&lt;/span&gt; hurts, EVERYTHING hurts!!!! the actual pox will appear soon. (see what a good blogger i am? i blog even as my pox are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearing&lt;/span&gt;!) so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; listening to my music since it got delete from my (insert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;profanities&lt;/span&gt; of your choice here) MP3 player!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WAAAAAAAAH&lt;/span&gt;! i NEED my Move Along song! *sob, sob, SOB* oh well, at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still going to Swazi! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really started to get excited about it. i just wish i could see my friend in DC since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; stopping there. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; hug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bex&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ah, well, now i must get off, &amp;amp; take my petty concerns &amp;amp; sickness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; me. you are now free to go find a more interesting, uplifting blog &lt;em&gt;now. &lt;/em&gt;try my mom's or her friend, Ms. Kelley. i think everything on there's is funny &amp;amp; uplifting, though maybe not as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wrttn&lt;/span&gt;. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Pox-for-now-girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-4336837543690062986?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4336837543690062986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4336837543690062986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4336837543690062986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4336837543690062986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-pox-help.html' title='ChIcKeN pOx!!!!! HELP!!!'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1919994938977821850</id><published>2007-12-17T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:19:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;7 random-maybe unknown-things about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i got a sk8 board for my birthday &amp;amp; STILL don't have any sk8 shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i want to be in a rock band, or rawk. whichever you prefer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;two of my best friends i have never met face-to-face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have only been to 7 concerts! WAAHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i have been to, California, Nevada, Texas, Utah, Colorado, Florada, Alabama, Georgia, Tennesse, Lousianna, New Mexico, Arizona, Arakansas, Missouri, Mississippi &amp;amp; Kansas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i want to go rock-climbing &amp;amp; snowboarding in CO for my 16th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my favorite outfit is as follows: a navy &amp;amp; grey striped sweater (w/extra long emo sleees) under a purple graphic (black heart with a rose goin down the center, the rose is crying blood. two pistols cross the heart. purple &amp;amp; black paint splatters) tee. black or written-on-khakis s bottoms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7390777505057224493-1919994938977821850?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1919994938977821850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1919994938977821850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1919994938977821850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1919994938977821850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6634389537078735002</id><published>2007-12-12T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:33:57.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swaziland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;as I'm sure most of you know, my sister, my mom &amp;amp; my self are going to Swaziland, Africa in January. we are going with Lisa Samson (And her eldest daughter) &amp;amp; Claudia Mair Burney to name some of the writers going on the mission trip with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we are leaving at the end of Jan &amp;amp; will be there for ten days, returning in February. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;please pray for us &amp;amp; for my dad as he is the one staying with my millions of little siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thanks. (i'll write about the spiritual aspects &amp;amp; significance of this trip etc. at a later time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-6634389537078735002?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6634389537078735002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=6634389537078735002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6634389537078735002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6634389537078735002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/12/swaziland.html' title='Swaziland'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2252460045140339186</id><published>2007-11-12T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:01:09.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tobymac, TFK, BarlowGirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;last night, Field (my sister), Berry (one of my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;), Findecáno (berry's brother), Amras (my bff, even though he IS a guy), Huor &amp;amp; myself our Chaperone went to a CONCERT! i LOVE concerts! my cousin, Moth, met us up there with her dad. well, actually i should say DOWN there, since it was in Hattiesburg. an hour south of me. ya know who was preforming? (well you can probably guess if you paid ANY attention to the title of this post!) tobymac &amp;amp; TFK! (Thousand Foot Krutch for you music ilits) oh, &amp;amp; BarlowGirl. but i dont like them. Hour did though. he got a crush on the drummer of BarlowGirl. &amp;amp; Moth loved her hair. "Very hard-core" she said. it was blond &amp;amp; flippy &amp;amp; looked like a heavy metal's hair. but BarlowGirl's anything BUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok, concert started with guess what?-they couldnt find the light switch! now, normally, that would be a good thing. no lights! woo! but, they couldnt find the light switch to turn OFF the lights. yeah. not good. so, tobymac came up on stage &amp;amp; started throwing the football to members of the audience. (in your FACE Bubba! ;P &amp;amp; sometimes a member of TFK or a back-upper for T. Mac would launch themselves into the crowd &amp;amp; catch the ball! it was so fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FINALLY the concert started. (though they never found the switch for some of the lights.) Field, Findecano, Moth, Amaras &amp;amp; myself went up right against the "saftey fence" (yeah, safe for the singers. not for us. i twisted my ankle when i jumped on the fence's support.) for TFK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;for you who dont know, TFK is a hard rock/screamo band. their main singer, Trevor McKnevan discovered Hawk Nelson, so i pretty much owe them my snaity &amp;amp; life during these turbulent teenage years. ;D  &lt;a href="http://www.thousandfootkrutch.com/"&gt;http://www.thousandfootkrutch.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;then therewas a break, in which Moth &amp;amp; i scrambled for a drink &amp;amp; Moth bought a TFK shirt during BarlowGirl. (we dicieded to skip BarlowGirl) after BarlowGirl (  &lt;a href="http://www.barlowgirl.com/"&gt;http://www.barlowgirl.com/&lt;/a&gt; . they are WAY to mellow for moi.) there was a LOONG (15 minutes!) break for tobyMac ( &lt;a href="http://www.tobymac.com/"&gt;http://www.tobymac.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) to get set up.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2252460045140339186?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2252460045140339186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2252460045140339186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2252460045140339186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2252460045140339186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/11/tobymac-tfk-barlowgirl.html' title='tobymac, TFK, BarlowGirl'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7703929042112376257</id><published>2007-10-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:59:49.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLYWOOD NOBODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RyDEckwXuoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Po5Em3MzKw8/s1600-h/hollywood+nobody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125312371129563778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RyDEckwXuoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Po5Em3MzKw8/s320/hollywood+nobody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollywood Nobody is the 1st book in the 'Nobody' series, following the adventures of 15 (almost 16!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; is the daughter of a crazy food designer &amp;amp; caterer for movie sets. Scotty's crazy mom, Charley &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; live in a rainbow colored RV/Van. Charley is vegan, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; a cheese-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aholic&lt;/span&gt;, which is a constant source of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; as cheese is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scottys&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rebellious&lt;/span&gt;" weakness, as she will sneak out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;, stores, etc. to get some "forbidden" cheese. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; also has a blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;entitled&lt;/span&gt;, "Hollywood Nobody" where she 'scoops on Hollywood "somebodies", life at movie sets, &amp;amp; random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cleb&lt;/span&gt; stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;clebs&lt;/span&gt; that her blog is following when the book starts is a young actor, Seth Haas, who has yet to hit it big. To Scotty's surprise (&amp;amp; pleasure) Seth is going to be playing the lead role in the movie that Charley is working at. The movie (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;directed&lt;/span&gt; by Charley's love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; close friend, Jeremy) is a modern retelling of "The Great Gatsby" ( Seth's character, Gatsby, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Does that give you an idea of how modern? ;D). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Seth meet on a beach one night &amp;amp; a friendship starts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another key aspect is Charley's secrets. At one point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; tells Seth that on certain days of the year, Charley cries all day long &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; has no idea why. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; also has no idea who her father is. And Charley won't say a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Scotty's adventures are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; enjoyable &amp;amp; fun. I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;revisit&lt;/span&gt; Hollywood Nobody anytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7703929042112376257?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7703929042112376257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7703929042112376257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7703929042112376257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7703929042112376257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/10/hollywood-nobody.html' title='HOLLYWOOD NOBODY'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RyDEckwXuoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Po5Em3MzKw8/s72-c/hollywood+nobody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4337743521845134324</id><published>2007-09-27T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:54:35.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood couples...sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been thinking about Hollywood lately. The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zanessa&lt;/span&gt;/Vanessa (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scandal&lt;/span&gt; started it. It makes me sick. I can't even listen to/watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt; (High School Musical for all you cultural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ilits&lt;/span&gt;) without thinking about that! It wasn't eve &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scandal&lt;/span&gt; that started it, it was all those disgusting pix of her &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;) in Hawaii. (That reminds me, I hate those names for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;celb&lt;/span&gt; couples like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brangelina&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zanessa&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zashley&lt;/span&gt;") And it was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;watchin&lt;/span&gt; High School Musical the Concert &amp;amp; seeing Vanessa &amp;amp; Ashley's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;) outfits &amp;amp; dances. Not to mention V's song! *Shudders* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then there's Nicole Richie &amp;amp; Joel Madden. For those who don't know, Joel Madden is in "Good Charlotte". A band that is anything BUT! Richie &amp;amp; Madden are apparently engaged, &amp;amp; expecting. But that doesn't seem to stop Madden fom going back to ex girl friend Hilary Duff. Madden was said to be the "Love of Duff's Life". Wonder why. It really seems so sad though, that all these beautiful, rich, famous girls hace to fall all over them selves for a stupid guy! Take Brad Pitt &amp;amp; Angelina Jolie. They have been a couple for years &amp;amp; even have a kid or two, &amp;amp; Jolie is arguanly one of the most beautiful women in the world. But, does that stop Pitt from going to stuff with ex wife, Jennifer Aniston? NO! Hmm, I detect a pattern here. "Hot" (I put in the "s case I think Madden &amp;amp; Pitt are both ugly. 'Nother post.) guys get "hot" (Again, "s cause Richie freaks me out!) girls, something happesn (In Richie's case, gets pregnant) &amp;amp; guy gets another girl. ("Ooh! Momma! Look! Modern day harems!") I don't know about you, but I think this may explain a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;part of the lack of self-respect that many girls have. I know that 've seen stuff just like this happen to my own friends. Beautiful, sweet girls, dating some loser jerk because they want love. EVEN THOUGH they KNOW the guy is cheating/using them. So, thanks alot Hollywood. I do have a piece of advice for those cleb girls, "FIND JESUS &amp;amp; A NEW GUY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7390777505057224493-4337743521845134324?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4337743521845134324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4337743521845134324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4337743521845134324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4337743521845134324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/09/hollywood-couplessigh.html' title='Hollywood couples...sigh...'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1405259978009193052</id><published>2007-09-24T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:15:00.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HOBBIT MOVIE TRAILER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UTHDy9OFudg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UTHDy9OFudg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, not the real thing, but still!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-1405259978009193052?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1405259978009193052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1405259978009193052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1405259978009193052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1405259978009193052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/09/hobbit-movie-trailer.html' title='THE HOBBIT MOVIE TRAILER'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6278693051521463001</id><published>2007-09-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:28:00.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this!</title><content type='html'>One Nation, "Under God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a 9 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children. The teacher asked a little boy:&lt;br /&gt;Tommy do you see the tree outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Did you see God up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. Possibly he just doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions. The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:&lt;br /&gt;Tommy, do you see the tree outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yessssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what we were taught today in school, she possibly may not even have one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-6278693051521463001?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7270667398146426958</id><published>2007-09-19T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:20:46.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Pluto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/pluto.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7270667398146426958?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7270667398146426958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-8400828061950788886</id><published>2007-09-17T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:30:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jonas brothers on hannah montana part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SnMDNXiwj2A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SnMDNXiwj2A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-8400828061950788886?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3813550319980470486</id><published>2007-09-17T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:52:08.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers: How to work a Soda Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ENAddwwjpzk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ENAddwwjpzk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, i admit it, they are stupid. but its so funny!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3813550319980470486?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' 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width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5986688331484107077</id><published>2007-09-16T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:01:45.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jonas brothers on hannah montana part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/I0_2sik926o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/I0_2sik926o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5986688331484107077?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5011925926122252109</id><published>2007-09-16T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:59:15.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jonas brothers on hannah montana part3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/leMFMl-L0UM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/leMFMl-L0UM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did ya hear what Hannah said at the end? "It's the retune of the 'Joni'!" Get it? Joni, Jedi? Well, I think its funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5011925926122252109?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5011925926122252109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5011925926122252109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5011925926122252109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5011925926122252109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/09/jonas-brothers-on-hannah-montana-part3.html' title='jonas brothers on hannah montana part3'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3086745968089134340</id><published>2007-09-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:26:11.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name (list)</title><content type='html'>My Name:Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Famous Singer/Band: All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;2. 4 letter word: Anna!&lt;br /&gt;3. Street: Atlas&lt;br /&gt;4. Color: Aquamarine Blue&lt;br /&gt;5. Gifts/Presents: Apple iPhone&lt;br /&gt;6. Vehicle: Adventue&lt;br /&gt;7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Atlas map&lt;br /&gt;8. Boy Name: Adonis&lt;br /&gt;9. Girl Name: Aislinn&lt;br /&gt;10. Movie Title: Apocaliypto (I think that's how it's spelled.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink: A coke! ;D&lt;br /&gt;12. Occupation: Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;13. Celebrity: Andrew Adams (director of 'The Chronicles of Narnia')&lt;br /&gt;14. Magazine: AutoPlus&lt;br /&gt;15. U.S. City: Uh, I'm sure there's one named Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;16. Pro Sports Teams: I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;17. Fruit: Apple&lt;br /&gt;18. Reason for Being Late for Work: Air was bad in your house/apartment/place of residence &amp; it poisined you. So you had to go to the hospital, &amp;amp; didn't have to come, but you did so you should gt a pay raise!&lt;br /&gt;19. Something You Throw Away: A used candy wapper.&lt;br /&gt;20. Things You Shout: AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. Cartoon Character: Aaahhh, Snoopy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3086745968089134340?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3086745968089134340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3086745968089134340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3086745968089134340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3086745968089134340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-name-list.html' title='My Name (list)'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7319956621873821313</id><published>2007-09-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:21:38.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's coming up for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;in the coming months I will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;go to the fair. I've already got a group together to go. YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;go to (HOPEFULLY!) a Relient K &amp; Switchfoot concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my birthday &amp;amp; 2 friends do too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tobyMac's preforming at my b-day party! ok, not really, but I AM going to a concert of his a week after my bday! hey, HN didn't come last year, so I get toby, Barlow Girls, &amp;amp; TFK this year! yeah, I know. It's not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7390777505057224493-7319956621873821313?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7319956621873821313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7319956621873821313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7319956621873821313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7319956621873821313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-coming-up-for-me.html' title='what&apos;s coming up for me'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1997302661498505392</id><published>2007-09-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:30:14.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Irresistible Revolution'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RuCp_m5N7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j9L0uLBc_fE/s1600-h/IR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107268887675530706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RuCp_m5N7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j9L0uLBc_fE/s320/IR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I just finished 'Irresistible Revolution' by Shane Claiborne. You may have heard of this book-or even read it!-as it has become quite popular among the Christian community. And for good reason! IR's (Irresistible Revolution) author, Shane Claiborne, is a, well, I'm not quite sure what you would call him. I think he's one of those people who cannot be defined by one word. Or even two. Of course none of us can. But some more so than others. I suppose the word that would best speak for Claiborne is, a Jesus Lover. OK, so that's two. You know what I mean! Now, let me explain my choice of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I chose those words because the chapter of IR that most impacted me was one where Claiborne was describing a Jesus new to me. (But hopefully not to you.) A Jesus who was more than Sunday School stories &amp; lofty glass images. See, I always sorta wondered, "Why would Jesus bother with &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;?". I mean, I knew the whole, "God so loved the world..." thing. But, I always just took it for granted. Or thought about it a just a parent/child sort of thing. It never struck me that Jesus &lt;em&gt;loved me&lt;/em&gt;. Passionately. And that he would be someone I would want to return those feelings for. Claiborne showed me a new Jesus. A wild, exuberant one. A &lt;em&gt;king&lt;/em&gt;. (But not that boring, stuffy kind. Think more along the Lord of the Rings' king, Aragorn.) A Jesus a bit like me. One who felt intense emotions &amp;amp; pain. For &lt;em&gt;me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A little while before I started IR, I went thru a very hard time where two close friends were arrested, &amp; one came dangerously close. That really shook my world. I remember thinking (&amp;amp; saying), "I would do &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;to take their place. So they don't have to go thru this." And then it clicked. "Oh. &lt;em&gt;That's &lt;/em&gt;what Jesus did for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;." He didn't want me to go thru what he eventually went thru. So he did what I wanted to do for my friends. He took my place for me. He went thru the worst pain (physical &amp; emotional) so I wouldn't have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And he did that for &lt;em&gt;every single person in the world&lt;/em&gt;. So, if he would do that for them, shouldn't they get the chance to know about it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Thinkpiece: What if you paid bail for someone you didn't even know, so they wouldn't have to endure their sentence. Wouldn't you want them to know? Well, maybe not. But I'm not very good at this. (I'm only a teen!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Also, shouldn't people that Jesus loved enough to die for, we love too? Whether that love comes in the form of feeding the poor, giving money, doing mission work, or even opening your home up to others. Whatever your calling is, find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;That, to me, is the point IR's author is trying to make. So, thank you Mr. Claiborne, for opening up my eyes to a holy God lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-1997302661498505392?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1997302661498505392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1997302661498505392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1997302661498505392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1997302661498505392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/09/irresistible-revolution.html' title='&apos;Irresistible Revolution&apos;'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RuCp_m5N7dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j9L0uLBc_fE/s72-c/IR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-124142460687218054</id><published>2007-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:48:14.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard stuff..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;as some of you know, my Gradfather died Sunday, &amp; my dad's stepdad died at the beginning of the month. so, I've now been to two funerals in a month. &amp;amp; 3 visitations this month. the 1st was my friend Failariël's mom. her mom's death was compleatly unexcpected &amp; tragic. that was the 1st visitation i had ever been too. i dont mind death, but dead, waxy bodies in coffins? UGH! (*shudder of revulsion*) what's the worst is looking at a person that you've seen alive, breathing, thinking, laughing, crying, speaking, &amp;amp; now they're a poor wax figurine imitation of someone. the spirits gone, the body's dead, what's the point? everyone reading this this is an official announcment by me: I REFUSE AN OPEN-CASKET VISITATION! thank you. &amp; dont think i'm joking! if i die &amp;amp; you dont say anything &amp; they have an open-casket for me, i'll come back &amp;amp; haunt you, 4 real! more on this subject later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-124142460687218054?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/124142460687218054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=124142460687218054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/124142460687218054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/124142460687218054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/08/hard-stuff.html' title='hard stuff..'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2422913112682432346</id><published>2007-08-05T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:06:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Crowder Band Forever And Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3AlizA5Qblk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3AlizA5Qblk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2422913112682432346?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2422913112682432346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2422913112682432346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2422913112682432346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2422913112682432346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/08/david-crowder-band-forever-and-ever.html' title='David Crowder Band Forever And Ever'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7650080650399992082</id><published>2007-07-30T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:08:57.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Right now I'm writing a book. So if I don't post for a while, my apologiys. (However you spell that.) Also, I'm in a real moodswingy mood. I was listnin to Evanesence. And now, I'm too embarrassed to admit who I'm listening too. Let's just say, usually to sugary sweet for my taste. And mild. Ahh, emotions. I hate bein' on their rollercoaster. GET ME OFF! PLEASE! Oh. I'm leaving nxt week. I'm ridin a plane for the 1st time. I didn't sleep at all last night. I have medical Insomnia. Funny thing is, I just bought a CD named Insomniatic. And that song's 1 of my favorites on that CD. Huh. Life's funny. In a cruel, evil, twisted sorta way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7650080650399992082?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7650080650399992082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7650080650399992082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7650080650399992082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7650080650399992082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-now-im-writing-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5938523663426747661</id><published>2007-07-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:55:29.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'(I ONLY) DREAMED'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RqTOxEGy_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3QPX1uAWe7c/s1600-h/avatar,+anakin,+%27you+Smiled+Once%27.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090420821146664898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RqTOxEGy_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3QPX1uAWe7c/s320/avatar,+anakin,+%27you+Smiled+Once%27.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I had a dream of you, last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It was just like our old times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Before you changed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You smiled last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And in my dream you laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We smiled &amp; laughed like we used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We had fun &amp;amp; &amp; were in love like we always were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You used to be happy &amp;amp; loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Now you're not (don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And i wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;As i cry myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I woke up this morning, seeing your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Free from haunted lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Joy loose on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Instead of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dispare&lt;/span&gt; marked on every breath you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I wrap my arms around your dream-self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I've wanted to do that so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I wipe away your tears &amp;amp; fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Then we'll go to a place, my dream place for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;(Chorus repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And i remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You smiled once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And still do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;in my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&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/7390777505057224493-5938523663426747661?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5938523663426747661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5938523663426747661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5938523663426747661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5938523663426747661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-only-dreamed.html' title='&apos;(I ONLY) DREAMED&apos;'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jIPCf4jkDnA/RqTOxEGy_8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3QPX1uAWe7c/s72-c/avatar,+anakin,+%27you+Smiled+Once%27.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2215827465347485971</id><published>2007-07-20T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:52:04.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4 Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm only afraid of 4 things. Other people seem t have this huge list of things. Some say they're not afriad of anything. I know better. you see, I may not have quite figured myself out (I don't believe &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;can &lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;know themselve, but that's another post.) bt I do know what my fears are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My biggest fear, that haunts me almot daily, is taht something terribe would happen to a friend. Whether it be they get injured or killed, or do something like drugs or get pregnant. I used to live in constant fear of a call saying "So-&amp;-so's in jail/the hospital."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Number 3 is of being betrayed by someone close, or being pushed aside for something else. So, I guess rejection. But I've hadto leanr to cope with that sinceit's a part of my every day life. I may even become an expert on rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then (This sorta ties in with #2) I am afriad of people discovering who I really am, since then, they always leave. At the same time, I want to be true to myself &amp; have friends who see &amp;amp; love me for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My last one (And the most trivial) is of getting old. Not that I'm scared of dying! On the contruary! (But I don't wanna go ito that 'cause then I might get sent to a counseler.) What I'm afraid of is not being able to take care of myself. And doing the things I like most.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2215827465347485971?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2215827465347485971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2215827465347485971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2215827465347485971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2215827465347485971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-4-fears.html' title='My 4 Fears'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1852998962791414410</id><published>2007-07-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:50:48.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;this font is red. the color of my blood. actually mine's darker. almost black. you may be wondering, "why's she talking like this? oh no. what's she gonna do now!?", but, i promise. im all right. sorta. ive been thinking alot about the spiritual. i feel, trapped, in the body of a 13 year old. my thoughts &amp; feelings are those of one almost twice my age. people judge me by my age, my dark clothes, my grades, etc. i hate judging. i can't stand people who judge. unfortunatly i do it myself too. i wish i didnt. its the thing that makes me feel guilty weeks later. i hate racim. in any &amp;amp; all forms. whether discriminating against color, clothing style, looks, grades, friends, whatever. what i hate most of all, is when people are nasty to my friends about being goth or emo. especially if they're not Christians. &amp; the people being racist to the say they are. i mean, if youre a &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;follower of God, then you'll want to bring people to him. now, if someone (And some have) came up to me &amp; said, "You're goth. (Or whatever) So you're going to Hell." i would probably tell them to go to Hell themselves.  (Sorry. its the truth.) so, to me, if i hear someone saying that who &lt;em&gt;claims &lt;/em&gt;to be a Christian, i want to (&amp; sometimes do!) ask them if theyre Christians, then why are they acting worse than most who abhore God. thats my sermon of the week. take it or leave it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-1852998962791414410?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1852998962791414410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1852998962791414410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1852998962791414410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1852998962791414410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-font-is-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5472611836263817208</id><published>2007-07-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:38:17.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cant talk right now. gotta make a cd &amp;amp; get off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5472611836263817208?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5472611836263817208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5472611836263817208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5472611836263817208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5472611836263817208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-talk-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3732543153292971818</id><published>2007-07-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:38:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin Girl Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;My mom awarded me my 1st ever Blog Award. The Rockin' Girl Blog Award. She said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;"My oldest daughter A is literally a ROCKER! Her blog, is filled to nearly overflowing with Christian rock videos, lyrics, quizzes, concert info, and photos. She loves Christian rock and loves listening to it, reading about it, visiting related websites, going to concerts, dancing to it, and blasting out her own songs. Worshipping God through modern music is one of her favorite parts of our church's life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Now I have to award it too 5 people. And i give it to (drumroll please *DRUM-DA-DA-DUM!*) Bekah! ( &lt;a href="http://ivegotredhair.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ivegotredhair.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) Lydia! ( &lt;a href="http://tim4manfanatic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tim4manfanatic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) Trist! ( &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/falloutgirl/"&gt;http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/falloutgirl/&lt;/a&gt; ) Candace! ( &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/ClogGirl/"&gt;http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/ClogGirl/&lt;/a&gt; ) And Cassie! ( &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/classycassie/"&gt;http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/classycassie/&lt;/a&gt; ) Check out their blogs &amp; see why I gave them the awards! Lydia &amp;amp; Trist were obvious. (Lydia's a SwitchFoot fanatic &amp; Trist's a FOB, HSM &amp;amp; Jesse MC fan.) Bekah's blog's got tons of MVs (Music Videos). Candace really is a rocker (Even though on the cover she may seem not. She really is.). She LOVES Family Force 5! And Cassie well, just rox! ;) Love ya all! :* (*kiss*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3732543153292971818?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3732543153292971818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3732543153292971818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3732543153292971818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3732543153292971818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/07/rockin-girl-blog-award.html' title='Rockin Girl Blog Award'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4300554403193083924</id><published>2007-06-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:36:46.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'What RK SOng are YOu?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my 2nd fav AGAIN!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;"The Best Thing"&lt;/b&gt;, this is the best thing that could be happening!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;"The Best Thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'97'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;97%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Who i am hates who I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'90'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;For the Moments I Feel Faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;"Be My Escape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Devastation and Reform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'73'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Forward Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;"Sadie Hawkins Dance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id="140002'"&gt;what Relient K song describes you most??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-4300554403193083924?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4300554403193083924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4300554403193083924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4300554403193083924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4300554403193083924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-rk-song-are-you.html' title='&apos;What RK SOng are YOu?&apos;'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-645912134217701220</id><published>2007-06-29T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:35:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Which Joas Brothers Song are You?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Again, my 2nd fav! This time its my theme song! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;I Am What I Am&lt;/b&gt;, Thats a good quality. Never change, you should always know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Please Be Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'90'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;I Am What I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'90'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'85'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'70'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;6 Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'55'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;55%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;One Day At A Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'20'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id="138254'"&gt;Which Jonas Brothers Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-645912134217701220?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/645912134217701220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=645912134217701220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/645912134217701220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/645912134217701220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/which-joas-brothers-song-are-you.html' title='&quot;Which Joas Brothers Song are You?&quot;'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7984731345636789564</id><published>2007-06-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:16:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Which HN Song are You?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My 2nd fav song! My love song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1176252133a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Every little thing&lt;/b&gt;, ur every little thing the best song ever not only do you belive in god but love is the best thing in your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Every little thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Califorina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;the one thing i have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;bring em out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id="137573'"&gt;what hawk nelson song are you? with picz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7984731345636789564?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7984731345636789564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7984731345636789564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7984731345636789564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7984731345636789564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/which-hn-song-are-you.html' title='&apos;Which HN Song are You?&apos;'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-8734828155787379535</id><published>2007-06-29T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:40:13.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tobyMac song I LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;This is an awesme song &amp; my favorite tobyMac song. (He's comng here! *happy jump*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Toby Mac - I'm For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tell me where it's hurting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Are you burning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Running just to catch your breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And going nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's getting old when you feel like you got nothing left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well it ain't over 'til it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I told you since the day we met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So let me be the voice through all the noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Whatever I gotta be I'll be for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Whatever you need from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;To see you through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everyone of us has stumbled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everybody's humbled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We hit the ground and our lives crumble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Whatever I gotta be I'll be for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If you never knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If you never knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You know it's true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know the feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know it's real when the drama's all in your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You see a mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hear a promise - it's never more than we can take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well it ain't over, 'til it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We can learn from our mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So let me be the voice through all the noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Everyone of us will fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have our backs against the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And everyone shares a need to be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You've always been for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So I will be for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's just what it means to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-8734828155787379535?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8734828155787379535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=8734828155787379535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8734828155787379535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8734828155787379535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/tobymac-song-i-love.html' title='tobyMac song I LOVE!'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7686917847509918136</id><published>2007-06-28T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:45:46.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Skit </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7686917847509918136?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7686917847509918136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7686917847509918136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7686917847509918136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7686917847509918136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-skit.html' title='Life Skit '/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7050308137827609070</id><published>2007-06-26T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:53:27.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;...posting as myself. i am no longer Elysa (my mom). i now have my own identity. Me. Nyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7050308137827609070?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7050308137827609070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7050308137827609070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7050308137827609070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7050308137827609070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-now.html' title='I am now...'/><author><name>Girl With A Gun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkuIDrrZQQ0/Tb962KkGIHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tQEl--Fe6c4/s220/Girl%2BWith%2BA%2BGun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5645605945042527899</id><published>2007-06-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:47:59.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today p2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;after the radio station we went to Chick-Fil-A for lunch, then my mom took me to the Crisis Pregnancy Center to volunteer for the afternoon. 1st, Eáránë &amp; i folded &amp;amp; sorted baby clothes for an hour &amp;-a-half. 2nd, Earane left to bbysit &amp;amp; i continued to fold clothes, 3rd, i went out to a storrage shed &amp; carried &amp;amp; stacked &amp; pulled-dwn, &amp;amp; put-up, &amp; did in general very backbreaking work, so Ms. Bettie could cattalog stuff. 4th, Earane &amp;amp; i orgaized womens clothes til dad came &amp; got us. Ms. JT said we did a wonderful job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5645605945042527899?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5645605945042527899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5645605945042527899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5645605945042527899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5645605945042527899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-p2.html' title='today p2'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-8565130038951272821</id><published>2007-06-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:31:11.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;today was a busy day for me. first i went to a local Christian radio station w/ my familly to pick up a prize packet for my mom. the station's crew gave us a tour &amp; let my little brothers &amp;amp; sisters sing &amp; talk into a mic, they recorded it. they said the might play it later in the week. i talked to the manager about playlists &amp; artist &amp; upcoming concerts. *GASP!* tobyMac is coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late fall. maybe Bubba will take Olwe for his birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-8565130038951272821?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8565130038951272821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=8565130038951272821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8565130038951272821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/8565130038951272821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4633520494720801032</id><published>2007-06-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:20:21.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;...I haven't posted in forever. I was grounded for a week-&amp;-a-half. Not that anyone noticed, of course. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;) Um, so, HI!-to anyone reading. I also got Yahoo! so if you're someone I know &lt;em&gt;in real life &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; you have a Yahoo! then tell me your screen name &amp; I'll add you. Bye! I have to go sing the doom song now &amp;amp; write a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;newsletter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-4633520494720801032?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4633520494720801032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4633520494720801032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4633520494720801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4633520494720801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2155078940240827025</id><published>2007-06-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:17:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Centrifge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youthgroup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wnet&lt;/span&gt; to Centrifuge last week. We had a most awesome time. There was some drama involved the first week. But, we evened it out. There were some girls who were going really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boycrazy&lt;/span&gt;, some gossip going around, some out-of-control-tempers, but, all-in-all, it was a good week. The worship band, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trae&lt;/span&gt; Castles Band was &lt;em&gt;AWESOME! &lt;/em&gt;Their song, 'Tell the World' is stuck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; head. That's a good thing! And I keep singing 'One Way, Jesus!'. Now I'm listening to, 'Constant'. Here's the first verse &amp; chorus to 'Tell the World', &amp;amp; you'll see why we love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't wanna stand here &amp; shout Your praise, then walk away &amp;amp; forget Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll stand for You if that's all I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause there is none that compares to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause all I want in this whole world is You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Cause all I want in this lifetime is You, You, You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell the world that Jesus lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell the world that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell the world that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; Christ! Praise! I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bre&lt;/span&gt; &amp; V! Two guys who had always been shyer &amp;amp; on the outside, on became a valued &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;confidant&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; the other, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heartthrob&lt;/span&gt;! Really! When we left, thee was a group of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surrounding&lt;/span&gt; him, &amp;amp; some girls were even crying! Whoa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mattman&lt;/span&gt;! ;) So, that's the funner stuff. I have one story that I just &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to tell! I was walking around in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;swimsuit&lt;/span&gt; &amp; skirt w/ a girlfriend, (Toni) she had gone ahead to talk to someone, &amp; as I walked by a bench filled with boys, "Hey baby!" On of them called out. Just as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;snapped&lt;/span&gt; my head around to glare at them, a group of leaders passed by, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Trae&lt;/span&gt;! (Main singer of The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Trae&lt;/span&gt; Castles Band. Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of the 5 hottest guys I've &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;seen. A Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;, on fire for God &lt;em&gt;&amp; &lt;/em&gt;in a band! Doesn't get any better than that! ;) He heard them say that, &amp; his head &lt;em&gt;SNAPPED &lt;/em&gt;over their way, &amp; gave them the evilest, you're-in-so-much-trouble, look, I started laughing. The guys got scared &amp;amp; jumped behind the bench. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; to make me laugh so hard, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; gasping &amp; clutching my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I told&lt;/span&gt; her &amp; she laughed too. That was fun.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's the link to Trae's Band's myspace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=10615461"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;friendid&lt;/span&gt;=10615461&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The official 'Fuge site: Remember, I was at Union university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/fuge/youth/"&gt;http://www.lifeway.com/fuge/youth/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And the speaker, Nic Allen's family blog: (:Let's sing The Lillie Cate Song! Lillie, Lillie, Lillie, Lillie, Lillie Cate. Lillie, Lillie, Lillie, Lillie, Lillie Cate. I really, really, really, really, think you're great. My Lillie, Lillie, Lillie Cate!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedscrabble.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://speedscrabble.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2155078940240827025?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2155078940240827025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2155078940240827025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2155078940240827025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2155078940240827025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/06/centrifge.html' title='Centrifge'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-96533865790325157</id><published>2007-05-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:37:05.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's just to hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Life's really hard right now. I just want everyone to shut up &amp; leave me alone. I'm exhausted. I fell asleep today as I was &lt;em&gt;walking. &lt;/em&gt;I'm getting sick really easy. (Hormones) But, my friends have it even worse. One of my closest friends is under aresst. And having a super hard time in hr personnal life. Another is having &lt;em&gt;serious &lt;/em&gt;issuses, at hom, at school, &amp;amp; at work. Speaking of wich, I hate his job.  But, last night I had the most wonderful time at church. I had a "Spiritual High". Seriously. I got to church &amp; was feeling kinda low, but, the &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; I got to church, I felt like I was high on drugs. It was weird. I was just jumping, &amp;amp; laughing &amp; praising God. I even sang unexpectidlly on stage! So, I'm stuck in a tunnel I can't see the end of. I can see a light but I don't know what that light is. I don't know what this tunnel is either. But, I know I'll get to the end, &amp;amp; then I'll be able to see it. And why I had to go through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-96533865790325157?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/96533865790325157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=96533865790325157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/96533865790325157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/96533865790325157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-its-just-to-hard.html' title='When it&apos;s just to hard...'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5413931408452457480</id><published>2007-05-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T06:24:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unappreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found this on a friend's blog &amp; had to post it. So me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"What's it like to be unappreciated?  It feels like you're not good enough. That nobody really cares. That all your hard work was for nothing. That you're of little value. What do you do when this feeling overwhelms you? Cry. Become angry. Become depressed. Pull within yourself. Stop giving. Become bitter. I have. I've done all of those...but you know what doing all those things did to me? It made me a sad, angry, depressed, withdrawn, selfish, bitter person. Nobody really wants to be like that do they? I know I don't. And I don't want to hang around somebody like that either. And being like that fixes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So...what should we do? "...fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith," (Hebrews 12:2) because He is the One we should be trying to please. Not our peers, not our parents, not our boyfriend or girlfriend, not our friends, not the people we look up to. Only God. Because He's the only one big enough to fill the void inside of you. You'll never be happy living your life for others. Live for Him and impressing everyone else, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; praise from everyone else won't seem quite so important anymore. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5413931408452457480?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5413931408452457480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5413931408452457480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5413931408452457480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5413931408452457480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/unappricieated.html' title='Unappreciated'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1154643718654837242</id><published>2007-05-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:03:05.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" 20src="%22%3Ca%20href="%22http://www.testriffic.com/friend/3449979/3.gif%22%3Ehttp://www.testriffic.com/friend/3449979/3.gif%3C/a%3E%22%20alt="%22Testriffic%20Quiz%20Your%20Friends%22%20border="%220%22%3E%3C/a%3E%3Ca%20href="%22%3Ca%20href=""&gt;Create'&gt;http://www.testriffic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create&lt;/a&gt; your own Friend Quiz here&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/7390777505057224493-1154643718654837242?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1154643718654837242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1154643718654837242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1154643718654837242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1154643718654837242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-it.html' title='TAKE IT!'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6916697396911560458</id><published>2007-05-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:30:18.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mom &amp; little sister are watching a historical/Christain/romance, &amp;amp;, I've had a really bad day &amp; are emotionally drained, (No, wait! I gotta cry!) so, I'm looking for clean quizes &amp;amp; cool comp stuff to do. I found this on Bex's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a 64% Chance You've Been Abducted By Aliens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatarethechancesthatyouvebeenabductedbyaliensquiz/alien-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's a good chance that you've been abducted by crazy aliens.At least, that's what you've convinced yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are the Chances that You've Been Abducted by Aliens?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-6916697396911560458?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6916697396911560458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=6916697396911560458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6916697396911560458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6916697396911560458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mom-little-sister-are-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-8314000469152305172</id><published>2007-05-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:31:40.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A CELL!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/RkSaU0m1t5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/FkOGpy4UZ5A/s1600-h/My+Cell.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341563580888978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/RkSaU0m1t5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/FkOGpy4UZ5A/s200/My+Cell.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u134/elysamac/mz_10_10007990825-5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u134/elysamac/mz_10_10007990825-5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u134/elysamac/mz_10_10007990825-5.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;That's right! I got my own cell! (Well, I have to share it with my little sister but, this way I don't have to pay the bill! ;) See my Meez, person? My phone's an LG CU400. (See above the Meez) Whatever that means. It's black. (My favorite color! ;) It doesn't have text-message though. 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/RkSaU0m1t5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/FkOGpy4UZ5A/s72-c/My+Cell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-251402289210571616</id><published>2007-05-10T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:23:42.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy&lt;br /&gt;But all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul&lt;br /&gt;But he's moving on full steam&lt;br /&gt;He's chasing the American dream&lt;br /&gt;And he's gonna give his family the finer things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time son I've no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow we'll have time to play&lt;br /&gt;And then he slips into his new BMW&lt;br /&gt;And drives farther and farther and farther away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He works all day and tries to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;He says things will get better;Better in time&lt;br /&gt;And he works and he builds with his own two hands&lt;br /&gt;And he pours all he has in a castle made with sand&lt;br /&gt;But the wind and the rain are comin' crashing in&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands&lt;br /&gt;His kingdom stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His American Dream is beginning to seem&lt;br /&gt;More and more like a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;With every passing day&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, can you come to my game?""Oh Baby, please don't work late."&lt;br /&gt;Another wasted weekend&lt;br /&gt;And they are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he works all day and lies awake at night&lt;br /&gt;He tells them things will get better&lt;br /&gt;It'll just take a little more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to say, "Whoever dies with the most toys wins"&lt;br /&gt;But if he loses his soul, what has he gained in the end&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a shack on the rock&lt;br /&gt;Over a castle in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Now he works all day and cries alone at night&lt;br /&gt;It's not getting any better&lt;br /&gt;Looks like he's running out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he worked and he built with his own two hands&lt;br /&gt;And he poured all he had in a castle made with sand&lt;br /&gt;But the wind and the rain are coming crashing in&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands&lt;br /&gt;His kingdom stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they really wanted was You&lt;br /&gt;All they really wanted was You&lt;br /&gt;All they really wanted was You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-251402289210571616?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/251402289210571616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=251402289210571616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/251402289210571616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/251402289210571616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-work-no-play-may-have-made-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6407678649140831899</id><published>2007-05-09T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:19:03.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>My Favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rock band HAWK NELSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Books (especially fantasy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. LORD OF THE RINGS (movies and books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spending time with church friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Weekends with Cousin Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chick-fil-A's lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The color BLACK (especially to wear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Christian rock concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Praying and spending time with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Playing the guitar and piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Getting unexpected phone calls from special people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Roadtrips, especially with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Meeting famous people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. STAR WARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Computer time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Clean Avril Lavigne songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The Jonas Brothers band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.The Pop/Rock band Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Recording artist Krystal Meyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Colorado and the mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Singing and discovering people around me who can sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Downtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Busytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Driving FAST with the windows down and the music BLARING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Icecream (especially sherberts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Sonic Reeses Blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Riding my horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Blueberry bagels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Writing songs and stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Stuffed crust pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HANGMAN'S CURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When Seth plays "I will dance, I will sing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. CHRONICLES OF NARNIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-6407678649140831899?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6407678649140831899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=6407678649140831899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6407678649140831899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6407678649140831899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/m-yfavorite-things.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1811396798329542971</id><published>2007-05-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:52:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/Rj0YgEm1ttI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UPx8Lr4b3wQ/s1600-h/Avatar,+HN,+%27I+Tried+to+Be...%27.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/Rjn960m1teI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JCPLxDCYLpg/s1600-h/Avatar,+Audrey+Hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060354843323250146" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Quiz&apos;'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4124343830898762064</id><published>2007-05-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:36:13.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia Personnality Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.narniaquiz.com'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.jamiefrost.co.uk/narniaquiz/banners/6.jpg' border=0&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jamiefrost.co.uk/narniaquiz/quiz.php?lang=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-4124343830898762064?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4124343830898762064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4124343830898762064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4124343830898762064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4124343830898762064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Narnia Personnality Quiz'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3252008379275009624</id><published>2007-05-01T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:45:08.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Rocker Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/rocker-girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's.Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know.Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime.Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3252008379275009624?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3252008379275009624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3252008379275009624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3252008379275009624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3252008379275009624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-rocker-girl-if-you-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-9059283973489618708</id><published>2007-05-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:33:17.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Star Wars Name &amp; Title'</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Star Wars Name And Title&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/starwarsnameandtitlegenerator/swname.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Star Wars Name: Annma Hajac&lt;br /&gt;Your Star Wars Title: Nallem of Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/starwarsnameandtitlegenerator/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Star Wars Name and Title?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-9059283973489618708?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9059283973489618708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=9059283973489618708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/9059283973489618708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/9059283973489618708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/05/star-wars-name-title.html' title='&apos;Star Wars Name &amp; 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City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-1786454674154612865?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1786454674154612865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1786454674154612865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1786454674154612865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1786454674154612865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiz-what-city-do-you-belong-in.html' title='Quiz, &apos;What City do You Belong in?&apos;'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7223326350217254883</id><published>2007-04-28T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:21:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the last (Planned) fundraiser for my youth group. It was a car wash, &amp; I'm SOOOOO compleatly sun-burned! It doesn't hurt that much though... Calafalas (Not real name) got HORRIBLY sun-burned! Everyone kept saying, "Calafalas! You are so burnt!" "Why does everyone keep saying that!?!" He would ask. "'Cause you are!" I replied. We didn't make very much money. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to donate my money that I've rasied 'cause my parents can pay for it. Some other kids who have to rasie the money by themselves could really need it! One very good thing about the church we're going to is that it's really opened my eyes &amp;amp; heart to the hardships &amp; pains of others. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my friends weren't there. Olwë, (Again, not real name.) his little brother Pimpernel, Nienna &amp;amp; Anaranë. Anarane was at a softball game. Nienna has enough money raised so she can go to camp. I don't know where Olwe &amp;amp; Pimpernel were. I saw both of them today (YES!) but forgot to ask them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7223326350217254883?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7223326350217254883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7223326350217254883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7223326350217254883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7223326350217254883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-last-planned-fundraiser-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-9027481270833362428</id><published>2007-04-27T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:50:57.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Movies I'm Looking Forward Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AWAKE, starring Hayden Christansen &amp; Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Release Date: 2007 (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0211933/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0211933/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The story focuses on a man (Christensen) who suffers "anesthetic awareness" and finds himself awake and aware, but paralyzed, during heart surgery. His young wife (Alba) must wrestle with her own demons as a drama unfolds around them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLDS END, starring Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp &amp; Keira Knightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Release Date: 25 May 2007 (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0449088/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0449088/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After Elizabeth (Keira Knightly), Will (Orlando Bloom), and Captain Barbossa (Geoffrey Rush) rescue Captain Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) from the clutches of the Kraken, they must face their foes, Davey Jones (Bill Nighy) and Lord Cutler Beckett (Tom Hollander). Beckett, now with control of Jones' heart, forms a dark alliance with him in order to rule the seas and wipe out the last of the Pirates. Now, Jack, Barbossa, Will, Elizabeth, Tia Delma, and crew must call the Pirate Lords from the four corners of the globe, including the infamous Sao Feng (Chow-Yun Fat), to a gathering that will make their final stand against Beckett, Jones, Norrington, the Flying Dutchman, and the entire East India Trading Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: PRINCE CASPIAN, starring Georgie Henley, William Moseley, Anna Poplewell, Skandar Keyes, Liam Neelson &amp; Ben Barnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Release Date: 16 May 2008 (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0499448/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0499448/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A year after their first adventure in Narnia, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy are pulled back in by Susan's magic horn. They find that hundreds of years have passed, and Narnia is now ruled by the bloodthirsty General Miraz, uncle to the true heir, Prince Caspian, now in exile. Now the children must find Caspian and help him depose Miraz...but how will they get home after it's done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NATIONAL TREASURE: BOOK OF SECERTS, starring Nicholas Cage, Diane Kruger &amp; Justin Bartha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Release Date: 21 December 2007 (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0465234/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0465234/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Treasure hunter Benjamin Franklin Gates (Cage) looks to discover the truth behind the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, by uncovering the mystery within the 18 pages missing from assassin John Wilkes Booth's diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-9027481270833362428?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9027481270833362428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=9027481270833362428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/9027481270833362428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/9027481270833362428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/upcoming-movies-im-looking-forward-too.html' title='Upcoming Movies I&apos;m Looking Forward Too'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6698173730419211610</id><published>2007-04-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:24:41.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Caspian preview!</title><content type='html'>width="404" height="276"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/blog/vid_player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/narnia/blog/vid_player.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="404" height="276"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-6698173730419211610?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6698173730419211610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=6698173730419211610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6698173730419211610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6698173730419211610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/prince-caspian-preview.html' title='Prince Caspian preview!'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3828595013160092747</id><published>2007-04-24T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:18:40.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/Ri95AEm1saI/AAAAAAAAADk/AC2t6_Rh4Ps/s1600-h/Surf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057393948703961506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/Ri95AEm1saI/AAAAAAAAADk/AC2t6_Rh4Ps/s400/Surf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is just something I made. The colors are those of my room. (It's got a surf theme.) Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3828595013160092747?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3828595013160092747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3828595013160092747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3828595013160092747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3828595013160092747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-just-something-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/Ri95AEm1saI/AAAAAAAAADk/AC2t6_Rh4Ps/s72-c/Surf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5671198716947499737</id><published>2007-04-23T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:34:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Va tech tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm sure you've all heard about the tragedy at VA Tech. I've been praying for those killed &amp; wounded &amp;amp; they're families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What causes someone to go as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maniacal&lt;/span&gt; (Is that a real word?) as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cho&lt;/span&gt; did? What's the point? Why kill others that have done nothing to hurt you what so-ever? I've heard some express &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; if was he demon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oppressed&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, tons of people get "bouts of depression". &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;get those. Most of my &lt;em&gt;friends &lt;/em&gt;get those. Do you  see &lt;em&gt;us &lt;/em&gt;going out &amp; killing 33 people!?! NO! Something MUST be wrong with the mental &amp;amp;/or spiritual makeup of someone like that.   What makes you DO that? What made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cho&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Luke (Who did the shootings at Pearl HS.) I'm not trying to go into a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; discussion. I'm just making an observation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, if anyone has any answers... We need to remember the victims &amp; they're families in our prayers. And also pray that it doesn't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5671198716947499737?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5671198716947499737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5671198716947499737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5671198716947499737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5671198716947499737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/va-tech-tragedy.html' title='Va tech tragedy'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2347224321151936071</id><published>2007-04-16T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:05:28.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eragon </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-r2isOfLutc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-r2isOfLutc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I L-O-V-E this video! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2347224321151936071?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2347224321151936071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2347224321151936071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2347224321151936071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2347224321151936071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/eragon.html' title='Eragon '/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-6819096151892251462</id><published>2007-04-12T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:26:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight I'll be preforming a HS talent show. I'm singing 'Beauty of Grace' by Krystal Myers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tell me why do you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You seemed so ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bruised and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thought if I figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The mess you've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I'd leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(But) anywhere you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is never to far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's freedom from your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The mistakes that you've made..forgivin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The memories erased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, that's the beauty of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;la-de-da, la-de-da-da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tell me what is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll never hold you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The things you may have done  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You say you want new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my arms there's mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anywhere you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is never to far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's freedom from your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The mistakes that you've made..forgivin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby, that's the beauty of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-6819096151892251462?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6819096151892251462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=6819096151892251462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6819096151892251462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/6819096151892251462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-7121016981228772958</id><published>2007-04-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:51:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'What Disney Character is Your Alter-Ego?' Quiz</title><content type='html'>This is TOTALLY NOT ME! LOL! I'm BELLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1106434373FPFD1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/b&gt;. Your alter ego is Princess Aurora, a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty! You are beautiful and enchanting, and as sweet as ever. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goofy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;The Beast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cinderella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Snow White&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Donald Duck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cruella De Ville&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ariel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3049'&gt;Which Disney Character is your Alter Ego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-7121016981228772958?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7121016981228772958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=7121016981228772958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7121016981228772958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/7121016981228772958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-disney-character-is-your-alter-ego.html' title='&apos;What Disney Character is Your Alter-Ego?&apos; Quiz'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4201056131444706910</id><published>2007-04-04T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:44:20.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'What High-School Clique do You Fit With?' Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com/images/1107040847emokid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/b&gt;. You listen to emo.  'Nuff said.  You know how to dress.  You usually feel as if nobody understands you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Geek/Nerd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='53' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;53%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Loner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='47' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;47%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Punk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Goth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Prep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Jock&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;&amp;quot;Ghetto&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Stoner&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='7' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;7%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=4385'&gt;What Highschool Clique Do You Belong To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-4201056131444706910?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4201056131444706910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4201056131444706910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4201056131444706910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4201056131444706910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-high-school-clique-do-you-fit-with.html' title='&apos;What High-School Clique do You Fit With?&apos; Quiz'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-9010606908162897776</id><published>2007-03-26T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:22:48.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOOK! I put on a VIDEO! It's the Jonas Brothers! I luv the Jo' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bro's&lt;/span&gt;! (WEE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. That's my little random moment.) Now, if only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; would let me post videos on my posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-9010606908162897776?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9010606908162897776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=9010606908162897776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/9010606908162897776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/9010606908162897776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-1544297447063446730</id><published>2007-03-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T17:26:20.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is a poll. It is done for a friend. The big question is this- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do you think Teenage relationships/dating is pointless?? I'm not gonna vote because this is my poll. This is how I'm gonna keep track of the poll- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Against Teenage relationships/dating-0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;For Teenage relationships/dating-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Undecided&lt;/span&gt;-0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just make the poll number go up whenever you vote. I want y'all to take away the signatures for this please. This poll is very important for my speeches. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-1544297447063446730?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1544297447063446730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=1544297447063446730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1544297447063446730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/1544297447063446730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/poll.html' title='A Poll'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-431772808734698507</id><published>2007-03-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:33:18.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok. I wanted to post about the something that happened at a concert we had at our church Sunday. Well, I had brought one of my friends who's really gorgeous &amp; nuce with me. So, I was talking to my crush afterwards, (Still can't think up a comp screen name for him. Help please!) &amp;amp; he said, "Oh, Anna! How old is your friend, Bri?" I could feel myself turning red &amp; crumbling. He had never noticed any girl except me before! "Oh, um. She's twelve." (He's sixteen) "Oh. Twelve." He said &amp;amp; walked away looking dejected. I ran up to Bri, &amp; pulled her aside. "Bri! I am so (*this was said playfully*) ticked at you!" "Why?" She asked. "Crush (that'll have to do for now) just asked how old you are! He was gonna ask you out!" She laughed &amp;amp; rolled her eyes. She thinks he's silly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ARRRGGGHHHH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-431772808734698507?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/431772808734698507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=431772808734698507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/431772808734698507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/431772808734698507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3867310377684278676</id><published>2007-03-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:43:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Nobody's Perfect'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is Hannah's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miley's&lt;/span&gt;) new single from her new album, which comes out in June!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hannah Montana lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/hannah_montana_lyrics_8872/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hannah Montana Other lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/hannah_montana_lyrics_8872/lyrics_32899/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other Song Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Title: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; that way... Everybody makes mistakes... Everybody has those days... Everybody knows what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' 'bout... Everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; that way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I'm here to jam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've gotta make a plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It might be crazy I do it anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No way to know for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll figure out a cure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;patchin&lt;/span&gt;' up the holes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But then it overflows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' to well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why be so hard on my self? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; Perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gotta work it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tryin&lt;/span&gt;' again 'till I get it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; Perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You live and you learn it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And if I'm messing up sometimes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I work a scheme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But then it flips on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dosen't&lt;/span&gt; turn out how I planned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gives second grade a stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No problem, can't be solved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once I get involved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I try to be delicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then crash right into it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My intentions are good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes misunderstood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gotta work it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I'm saddled all the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I fix things up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then they fall and turn again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gotta fix things up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I know I always get it right in the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Talking] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next time you think it's just one of those days when you just can't seem to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When things don't turn out the way you planned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIGURE SOMETHING ELSE OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't be sad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Try it again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YEAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Singing] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everybody makes mistakes... Everybody has those days... Everybody knows what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' about... Everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; that way... Everybody makes mistakes... Everybody has those days... Everybody knows what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;' about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; Perfect..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3867310377684278676?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3867310377684278676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3867310377684278676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3867310377684278676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3867310377684278676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/nobodys-perfect.html' title='&apos;Nobody&apos;s Perfect&apos;'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-2894629780385438167</id><published>2007-03-20T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:36:05.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR ROTK songs pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soundtrack: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lord Of The Rings (The): The Return Of The King soundtrack lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/soundtracklyrics/lord_of_the_rings_the_the_return_of_the_king_soundtrack_lyrics_140.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lord Of The Rings (The): The Return Of The King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Title: Minas Tirith (Ben Del Maestro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Revail vyrn dan minuial u galad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u vin anor hen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cano an dregad u natha ored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gwanwen ost in giliath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dannen Osgiliath&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Black wings against a pale morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is no more light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not in this sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Call the retreat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There will be no warning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The citadel of the stars is gone Osgiliath is fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Boe le henio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E si car athad iyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ane ah a phen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I u athelitha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You must understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He does the duty of two sons now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For himself; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and for the one who will not return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This song is sung byPippen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soundtrack: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lord Of The Rings (The): The Return Of The King soundtrack lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/soundtracklyrics/lord_of_the_rings_the_the_return_of_the_king_soundtrack_lyrics_140.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lord Of The Rings (The): The Return Of The King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Title: The Steward Of Gondor (Billy Boyd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Home is behind The world ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And there are many paths to tread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Through shadow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the edge of night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until the stars are all alight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mist and shadow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cloud and shade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All shall fade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All shall...fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hollen i ven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In gyrth han agorer a han beriar in gyrth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hollen i ven. The way is shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It was made by those who are dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and the Dead keep it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The way is shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ooh! Isn't that creepy-cool!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Title: Ash And Smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Go vegil tolo hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Egor iriel firi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Ni men hen u veth 'war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Come armed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or prepared to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is no other end to this road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Song Of The Green Dragon (Merry &amp; Pippin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh you can search far and wide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You can drink the whole town dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You'll never find a beer so brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But you'll never find a beer so brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As the one we're drinking in our town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You can kick your fancy ales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You can drink em by the flagon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But the only brew for the brave and true . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Comes from the Green Dragon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Isn't that awesome &amp; funny!? I LOVE Pippen  &amp; Merry! But, not as much as Aragorn. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Caedo, losto. U-erin davo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amman harthach? Anim unad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Le tug nach. O hon u-wannathon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U-moe le anno nad. Onen a hon beth nin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gurth han ristatha. Ta han narcho Gurth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gar vethed e-chunen, go hon bedithon na meth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lie down, sleep./I cannot yield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do you still hope? / I have nothing else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are a fool. / I will not leave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You owe him nothing / I gave him my word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Death will break it. / Then let death break it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He has the last of my heart. / I will go with him to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sauron fighting with (And tempting) Arwen, to leave Aragorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Destruction of the Ring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi naurath Orodruin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boe hedi i Vin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Han i vangad i moe ben bango. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin eriol natha tur in ugarnen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin eriol um beleg ugannen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U cilith 'war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U men 'war &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boe vin mebi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boe vin bango&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Into the fires of Orodruin The One must be cast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This [is] the price that must be paid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only thus its power will be undone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only thus a great evil unmade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no other choice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of you must take it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of you must pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;--- Not Once, Not Ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dannen le &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A u-erin le regi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rang ail le iestannen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lu ail le tegin na hen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwannach o innen ului &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U lu erui, ului.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You have fallen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And I cannot reach you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Every step I willed you on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Every moment I lead you to this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You never left my mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not once, not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;--- Don't Let Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anirach unad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egor gurth hen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Han cenin vi chen lin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egor u-erin le devi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tellin men achae &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brennin men anann &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rago! U-erich leithio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U-erich o nin gwanno. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You want nothing more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Than this death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I see it in your eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I cannot let you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We have come too far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We have held on too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Reach! You cannot let go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You cannot leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;--- The Mountain of Fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu dalav &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Urui tuiannen na ruith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leithia Orodruin oe in phan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ristannen i geven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Danna eliad morn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si, na vethed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meth i naid bain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wilith uria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I ardhon ban lacha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beneath the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swollen hot with anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Orodruin releases all its ruin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Earth rips asunder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Black rain falls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here at the end; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The end of all things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The air is aflame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the world is on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;--- The Eagles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Orthannen im vi ol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Coll e du &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Or hiriath naur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Na rovail mae sui 'waew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Man prestant i ardhon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cerithar aen illiad dim uthenin?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In a dream I was lifted up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Borne from the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Above the rivers of fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;On wings doft as the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What's happened to the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Is everything sad going to come untrue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-2894629780385438167?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2894629780385438167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=2894629780385438167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2894629780385438167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/2894629780385438167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/lotr-rotk-songs-pt-1.html' title='LOTR ROTK songs pt 1'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-631339964732854849</id><published>2007-03-20T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:42:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Life's too Short'--Kellie Pickler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's Too Short- Kellie Pickler&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Every cover of every magazine makes you feel like you're not thin enough, not pretty enough. And a stupid pair old blue jeans that don't quite fit can ruin your day, and you beat yourself up. Well, blue jeans ain't nothing but fabric and buttons. They don't mean a thing; they can't make you beautiful. But baby, you're beautiful so throw ‘em away. Life's too short to hate yourself, to try to be someone else. So quit wasting your time; the days go by way too fast to let anything hold you back, so don't pine anymore. 'Cause life's too short to hate yourself. God doesn't make mistakes, just look at this beautiful day. Life's too short to hate yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-631339964732854849?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/631339964732854849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=631339964732854849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/631339964732854849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/631339964732854849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifes-too-short-kellie-pickler.html' title='&apos;Life&apos;s too Short&apos;--Kellie Pickler'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-3564031545507831750</id><published>2007-03-20T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:59:19.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would happen?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know this is a depressing post but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wonder what would happened if I died. Right now. Who would come to my funeral? Who would cry or say something? Who would even care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yeah. So that's pretty morbid, but, I couldn't help it.  I wonder if Her HAM (High And Mightiness) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sharpay&lt;/span&gt; ( My 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yod&lt;/span&gt; sister) would even miss me. Would "?" (Bleach!) finally admit he was practically in LOVE with me. How would my Youth Group react? Would some even care? Would one of my close friends question life? Would my unsaved friend consider Christ? Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; it harden him to the truth? How about my relatives who don't believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't help thinking these questions. (Don't worry. I'm not considering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;.) I wish I could, like, control time &amp; see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;What if I was seriously injured? Who would come visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;me in the Hospital? I just &lt;em&gt;can't &lt;/em&gt;stop thinking about this. Just like I can't stop thinking about the End Times &amp;amp; prophecies. Anyways, I'll get over this. Just had to get it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-3564031545507831750?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3564031545507831750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=3564031545507831750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3564031545507831750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/3564031545507831750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-would-happen.html' title='What would happen?...'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-5454560100937638790</id><published>2007-03-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:14:55.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABCs of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A- Available/Single?: Single, might be available. (Depends on whom is asking.;)&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend?: Don't really have one. All my best friends abandon me.(Isn't that sad?:( ) I guess Jesus would be one. And my twin. Oh! And mason. And LemonySnicket. (Sometimes. When she's not killin me. Or (On rare occasions) vice-versa.) And my comp pal.&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie?: Pie. (Wait, what kind are you offering?)&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink Of Choice?: Lemonade (From Chick-fil-a please!)&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential Item You Use Everyday?: Books, &amp; the comp.&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Color?: I have, um, three. Black, Blue &amp;amp; Orange&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears Or Worms?: Gummy Worms (Sour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H – Homeschooled how long?: All my life (Only been in a real school once.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I – Indulgence? Sweets!: (Even if they DO effect my stomache. I'm not worried about my weight, that's for sure!)&lt;br /&gt;J - January Or February?: January (February has Valentines Day. I HATE Valentines Day! Will explain about that later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;K - Kids &amp; Their Names?: Um, twins, if I have any. (Isn't that crazy?) Or none. I'll name the girl, Raven. Or Nyan. And the boy, uh, Jacen Hawk Jett. (Whatever my last name is. (Can I insert one? No. I won't go there.;) Oh! Uh, Jacen, is prenounced, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;L - Life Is Incomplete Without?: God. And books. And MUSIC! 9And a certaint guy that'sd been on my mmind!)&lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage Date?: Not married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;N- Number Of Siblings?: 6 (*WAAAAHHHHHH*;)&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges Or Apples?: Oranges! (I LOVE citrus stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias/Fears?: Uh, none really. I guess hot guys. They freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Quote?: "All that is gold does not glitter." &amp; "Not all who wander are lost."&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to Smile?: Jesus, &amp;amp; books, &amp; music. Oh! And DEFFIN-IT-LY Hawk Nelson! (Smile, It's The end of The World!;)&lt;br /&gt;S - Season?: Fall. And then Winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;T - Tag Four People?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown Facts About Me?: I'm a Goth/Punk-Rocker/Tomboy-Jock/Brain-i-ack/SLIGHT (Only SLIGHT) prep/artsy person/dreamer-writer/Even a bit of a blond. Wait. What was the question again? Oh! Right! I'm not sure if that's unkown. I think most punk &amp; goth guys are hot.&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you don’t like?: I hate all vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst Habit?: Saying, 'Dude' &amp;amp; 'Like'.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays You’ve Had?: I had my foot (More specifically, my toe.) X-Rayed.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your Favorite Food?: Stuffed Crust pizza, Ice-Cream, &amp;amp; Rachael Ray's Italian Roast Beef Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac Sign?: Don't know. And I don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7390777505057224493-5454560100937638790?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5454560100937638790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=5454560100937638790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5454560100937638790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/5454560100937638790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/availablesingle-single-might-be.html' title='The ABCs of ME!'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390777505057224493.post-4819875833684281724</id><published>2007-03-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:45:22.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Because my parents are SOOOOOOO paranoid (My mom INSISTS I'm saying this with a "good attitude".) they won't let me have my own email addy. So, I have to share their's. And so, on this E-Blogger, it won't let me have a different profile from my mom. (Like I told my mom, "I love you &amp; all, but I don't want to BE YOU!") So, I'll have to post it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My username is Nyan. (Or should it be Raven? Raven, Nyan. Raven, Nyan. Nyan.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm a teen girl (Duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm learning to play the guitar. And am very "musically inclined".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;I enjoy writing (and singing) songs. I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;m told they are very (And yes, I AM bragging!) good. But sad. (My friends ALWAYS cry when they read them! Even the ones that aren't supposed to be sad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I LOOOVE writing books &amp;amp; articles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I love reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Daydreaming is a must with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I own a horse &amp; enjoy (When I'm not too busy) riding him. And working with my donkey too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I love God, &amp;amp; revel in spending time with him. He always listens when I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm an avid member of my youth group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Two of my best friends are guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Four of them are girls. Two are in my HS group. One goes to my chruch. And one I met online! (Hi Rebekah/Alewyn!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I get along with guys better than girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I ABHOR math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I love history, english &amp; geography. (e.i. Social Studies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Star Wars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ROCK! (Why is the font turning black?)&lt;/span&gt; (Oh. There. I fixed it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm the th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;echnical mind of the family. (When it comes to comps at least.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;That's it. For now. (*Mwah-ha-ha-ha!*)&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/7390777505057224493-4819875833684281724?l=mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4819875833684281724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7390777505057224493&amp;postID=4819875833684281724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4819875833684281724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7390777505057224493/posts/default/4819875833684281724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeinrandomness.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Elysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14417564858613501645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vK-_QL9cvas/SxFbDbDErUI/AAAAAAAAFNY/C21uvosxuQs/S220/DSC00506.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
