<?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-3736076421823728359</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:43:26.202-06:00</updated><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='project runway'/><category term='engagement story'/><category term='daily funny'/><category term='holy balls'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='andy warhol is awesome'/><category term='Rob'/><category term='books'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='art'/><category term='the hunger games'/><category term='fictional boyfriends'/><category term='what da hale'/><category term='riz-andom'/><category term='cool stuff'/><category term='skool'/><category term='my mom'/><category term='we are awesome'/><category term='25 things'/><category term='funny story'/><category term='Super Bowl'/><category term='woot woot'/><category term='i love family'/><category term='schtuff I make'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='Luna'/><category term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category term='internet fun times'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='football'/><category term='things I don&apos;t know'/><category term='letters'/><category term='sister'/><category term='peeta'/><category term='Florida 2011'/><category term='Harry Potter and the Twilight Saga'/><title type='text'>Be Cool.</title><subtitle type='html'>And by "cool", I mean "nerdy". Obviously.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6426700139808030608</id><published>2012-01-22T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:22:51.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are awesome'/><title type='text'>He liked it so he put a ring on it.</title><content type='html'>Here's the story about how I got this ring on ma finger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Wedding/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Wedding/DSCN0037.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start by rewinding back to Christmas. We're all at his parents' house opening presents and he tells me that I still have one more from him. I just say "ok" and move on, not worrying about it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on December 30th, he makes a trip down to my apartment in the city. I kinda thought this was weird, seeing as I had to work until 7 that day and then had to be at work at 11 in the morning. And he was needing to go back on the 31st. But I didn't ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell something was up. He just seemed different. Probably nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went out to eat and when we got back to my apartment he hides my gifts while I'm in the bathroom. Then I get sent on a little treasure hunt. If you ask him, he'd tell you I complained about it the whole time. But that's not the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found my first gift (A Christmas Story cup he got the day after Christmas), he sent me on the hunt to find my other one. He ended up putting it in a little decorative Santa bag I had hanging on my doorknob. When I pulled the box out I knew what it was. And the rest is history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we ended up calling each other's mothers. His mom knew, mine didn't. He didn't go the traditional route and ask the parents. My mom's reaction was really funny. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Hey, would it be ok if I was your son-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well, yeah. I guess that would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;.............long pause..................&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Wait...when did this happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah. Mom's pretty excited. We can't wait to go dress shopping! I already stopped by David's Bridal and picked up some catalogs. And marked the one's I like with post-its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Wedding/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0043.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Wedding/DSCN0043.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6426700139808030608?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6426700139808030608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6426700139808030608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6426700139808030608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6426700139808030608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-liked-it-so-he-put-ring-on-it.html' title='He liked it so he put a ring on it.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Wedding/th_DSCN0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1283932137745695995</id><published>2012-01-16T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:33:00.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey!</title><content type='html'>Remember how I have a blog? Yeah, I kinda forgot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore! I have some stories to share in the coming days/weeks that have happened since I last shared a story in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've done more of my &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-list.html"&gt;25 things&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Luna "turned 1".&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas time happened.&lt;br /&gt;-I got engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those stories and more are soon to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1283932137745695995?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1283932137745695995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1283932137745695995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1283932137745695995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1283932137745695995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-hey.html' title='Oh hey!'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4548423929494828037</id><published>2011-10-12T21:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:43:12.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><title type='text'>Halloweeeeeeeeen.</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween. It's one of my favorite seasons. I love having fun Halloween costumes and decorating with pumpkins and such. I do not, however, love being scared. No way, Jose. And if I could figure out how to put the accent over that "e" I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decorated for Halloween a little tonight while watching Nightmare before Christmas. One of my favorite movies ever. We would watch it all the time when we were kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2556.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2557.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 635px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2559.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Eddie likes Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up is trying to decide on a costume. Now that I'm out of college, I don't really have a reason to dress up other than the fact that it's fun. Sadly, I don't have any costume parties to attend. And no kids to take trick or treating. My apartment doesn't even get trick or treaters. So basically, I'm going to dress up and figure out some place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first choice was to go as Amy Pond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karen_gillan2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 618px; height: 463px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/karen_gillan2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, (a) Nobody would know who the heck Amy Pond is (unless I have a Doctor with me) and (b) Sadly, I don't have red hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, then I thought I would just be a fun version of The Doctor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=eleventh-doctor-matt-smith-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/eleventh-doctor-matt-smith-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even went to the thrift store and bought a bow tie and blazer (mine is blue..). I figured even if I didn't wear it on Halloween, I could always wear the blazer to work. And it was only $3 for both the bow tie and jacket. And instead of having a sonic screwdriver, I was just going to carry around a regular screwdriver and tell people it's sonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reaaaaaaally want to have this convo with someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Them:&lt;/span&gt; Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I'm The Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Them:&lt;/span&gt; Doctor who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; **giggle**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4548423929494828037?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4548423929494828037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4548423929494828037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4548423929494828037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4548423929494828037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloweeeeeeeeen.html' title='Halloweeeeeeeeen.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1638910862002953253</id><published>2011-09-30T00:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:07:09.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillian Michaels has it out for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously. She's trying to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;I started doing her 30 Day Shred workout DVD three days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I did it 2 days, and then rested a day.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I would have done it a third day in a row my legs would have fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to walk.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to go down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that I have to walk a lot at work.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that I live at the bottom of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how I feel in the morning to see if I make it another day.&lt;br /&gt;Or if I wake up leg-less because they have given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll also see how many times I flip her off during the workout.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good 3ish times the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, Jillian, we are not all in the same boat here.&lt;br /&gt;You're boat is like a fancy yacht.&lt;br /&gt;And mine is a little wooden row boat.&lt;br /&gt;I call BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1638910862002953253?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1638910862002953253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1638910862002953253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1638910862002953253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1638910862002953253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/09/jillian-michaels-has-it-out-for-me.html' title='Jillian Michaels has it out for me.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-2332409371751301632</id><published>2011-09-18T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:41:12.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><title type='text'>My shining moment in softball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday was pretty baseball filled. Mom and I went to watch my little cousin play softball, and then that evening we all went to a Royals game. It was at my cousins softball game that my mom shared this little story that I am about to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my parents tried their hardest to make me athletic. I think I played about every sport that was available. Basketball; softball; soccer (I really liked that one); cheerleading; dance. Too bad for them, it was not to be. I am not cut out for sports. But I did have my one shining moment in my softball year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: little Whitney standing up to bat, all ready for the pitch coming my way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not really)&lt;/span&gt;. The pitch is a little high, so I do not swing. What happens? The ball hits the top of my bat behind my head, and rolls a few inches in front of me. As I stare at the ball, everyone is yelling for me to run. So I do. Run to first, then to second, and then on to third. Yes, I made a triple without even having to swing the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to catch the other team off guard. Trick them up a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck out my next time up to bat. But that's besides the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-2332409371751301632?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/2332409371751301632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=2332409371751301632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2332409371751301632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2332409371751301632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-shining-moment-in-softball.html' title='My shining moment in softball.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1005942677246678350</id><published>2011-09-13T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:59:07.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet fun times'/><title type='text'>Waiting for my potion to brew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally got to enter Pottermore. I was so stinking excited to have finally received that welcome letter. I explored the whole first book in one night. Stayed up waaaaaaay too late. And now I can't wait until they unlock Chamber of Secrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering what house I got sorted into. Well, hold your horses. I'll get to that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get to go to Hogwarts, you have to get your wand! Every wizard needs a wand! Mine is Dogwood with unicorn core, 11 1/2 inches, slightly springy. In the description for dogwood wands, JK says, "Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous". I feel like this fits me. Maybe not the mischievous part, but the quirky part at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now (as you can tell from the title of this post) I'm waiting for my potion to finish brewing. Yeah, you get to make potions and try to earn house points. I'm not a very good potion maker. Earlier I was trying to brew Herbicide and I blew up my cauldron. And I lost 5 house points. Which is no good, seeing as my house is slacking on the house cup standings (we're last place.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading some of the things that JK has shared, I've decided that she truly is a genius. GENIUS. I love how she has taken the time to actually give secondary characters in the books their own backstory. Like they're more than just characters, they're actual people. Except not really, although that would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Antidote to Common Poisons is almost ready. Wish me luck on not blowing up this cauldron (I feel like Seamus Finnigan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Imma Hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y0Z5_wipT2o" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I actually can touch my tongue to my nose. No big deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1005942677246678350?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1005942677246678350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1005942677246678350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1005942677246678350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1005942677246678350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/09/waiting-for-my-potion-to-brew.html' title='Waiting for my potion to brew.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y0Z5_wipT2o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7638548791357109352</id><published>2011-09-11T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:00:03.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember where you were?</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 10th anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the 8th grade. I was sick that day, so I stayed home from school and Mom stayed there with me instead of going to work. I remember being asleep on the couch when Mom woke me up and told me to watch what was happening. She happened to have Good Morning America on, and we sat there and watched as the second plane hit. And then watched as the buildings collapsed. I remember wondering what could cause someone to have this much hatred to want to cause this much harm and terror to innocent people. This is something I still wonder about to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching the news for days after, as they searched the rubble hoping to find survivors.  I remember praying for the families that had missing loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember talking to my dad a few days after the attacks, and him telling me that this event was a huge event in American history. He told me to watch, because this would go down in history books. In my freshman American history class a year later, we happened to have brand new history books. At the very end was the tragedy of September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember where you were?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7638548791357109352?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7638548791357109352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7638548791357109352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7638548791357109352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7638548791357109352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-remember-where-you-were.html' title='Do you remember where you were?'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4835983650869246546</id><published>2011-08-31T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:00:00.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 things'/><title type='text'>25 Things: #18 Catch up on Doctor Who.</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the summer, I decided I wanted a new tv show to watch. I like finding new shows. I decided I wanted to expand my nerdiness a little bit, and my love for the British, and started watching Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Doc Who started in like the 1960s, and then took a break for a little bit in around the 80s or 90s (I don't really know the complete history, obviously), and when I decided to start watching, I had no idea whether I needed to watch from the first doctor, or whether I should just start from a certain point. After some research (aka, I sent out a poll on the twitters), I learned that I should start at the 9th doctor with the episode called "Rose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is where it all began for me. After weeks of watching about 2 episodes a day (cause that's all BBC America played each day) I have caught up! And I got to actually watch the new episode on Saturday when it aired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a little background on the show that is Doctor Who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's a show about a time traveling alien that goes by The Doctor. And he has human sidekicks that come along with him on his journeys. He travels through time and space in his TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space) that looks like a blue police box and is bigger on the inside. The reason they are able to have 11 different actors play The Doctor is because whenever The Doctor dies, he just regenerates and his whole appearance changes. Handy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this is true for all Whovians (That's what the fans are called. Fun.) but I tend to get attached to a certain Doctor. I really love David Tennant. A lot. And I always got nervous that I was approaching the episode that was going to be his last. And then this new guy was going to show up. And then I reached that point. And you know what, I LOVE Matt Smith as The Doctor! I think he may be my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love Amy Pond and Rory. More than Rose. Didn't think that would happen either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christopher1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 487px; height: 365px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/christopher1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lk1k3wzSxb1qj8iwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 371px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/tumblr_lk1k3wzSxb1qj8iwvo1_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=doctor_who_1646565c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 313px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/doctor_who_1646565c.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bow ties are cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lqtfgqEpeT1r088f2o1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/tumblr_lqtfgqEpeT1r088f2o1_500.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lqtgo3d6MV1qzlprgo1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/tumblr_lqtgo3d6MV1qzlprgo1_500.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up, if you do decide to watch Doctor Who (and you should), beware of the Weeping Angels. They will scare the shiz out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you will pee your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4835983650869246546?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4835983650869246546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4835983650869246546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4835983650869246546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4835983650869246546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-18-catch-up-on-doctor-who.html' title='25 Things: #18 Catch up on Doctor Who.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-242177203375237663</id><published>2011-08-19T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:28:45.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><title type='text'>That time Luna escaped.</title><content type='html'>This event happened a while ago, but I feel like it still needs to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister turned 21 this year. And ever since I turned 21, my friends and I like to go up to the bar after the fireworks on the 4th of July to celebrate my birthday on the 5th. This year, my sister and our family went with us to celebrate. We had our fun time, and left when the bar closed at 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had been drinking and Mom hadn't, she drove Abby, her boyfriend, and I back to the house. This is where the story gets good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we leave Luna in the house at Mom's, I always put her in the kitchen with a baby gate blocking her way out. Well, I left for 4th of July activities before everyone else did, so I left it up to them to lock Luna in the kitchen. Whoever was in charge of the baby gate needs to take some lessons......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to us coming home from the bar. I unlocked the front door and get it open when I feel a little brush of fur go across my ankle. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna gets scared and runs. It's just how it goes. My thoughts were that she was scared from all the fireworks and when the door was open, she made a break for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony (Abby's boyfriend) dashes after her. I shout at Mom, making sure she doesn't run over Luna as she backs out of the driveway. I then run after Anthony yelling Luna's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine this right now: small furry dog running down the highway, being chased by two semi-drunk people, one of which is shouting the dog's name, all at 1:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead of me, Anthony stops running. I take this to mean that either Luna has stopped, or he lost her. Thankfully, when I catch up, he tells me that she is on the other side of this car. When I see her, she is sitting there, reallllllllly scared. I pick her up and let out a huge sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom then drives up to where we are and gives me a lift back to the house (Anthony opted to just walk). When I got in the car, I could tell that Mom was wanting to laugh at the scene she just witnessed, but was also a bit worried. When I told her I was fine, she let it all out and started busting up laughing. "Nothing like watching 2 drunks run down the highway at 2 am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that now we make sure the gate isn't going anywhere when we leave Luna at home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 642px; height: 481px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/IMG_2008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-242177203375237663?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/242177203375237663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=242177203375237663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/242177203375237663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/242177203375237663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-time-luna-escaped.html' title='That time Luna escaped.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/th_IMG_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-963847078805281215</id><published>2011-08-04T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:00:03.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 things'/><title type='text'>25 Things: #11 Attend a midnight movie showing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you've read this blog for about an hour, you know I'm a Harry Potter fan.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, you really just have to look at the picture on my blog title and can see that.&lt;br /&gt;So when the last Harry Potter movie came out, I knew I had to finally see one at midnight. I wanted to experience the awesomeness of intense Harry Potter fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2494.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2492.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2490.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2496.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2485.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2487.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2499.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People!&lt;br /&gt;2. I colored a picture of (badass) Neville while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Best costume of the night: chick dressed as Hedwig.&lt;br /&gt;4. Movie partner Erin!&lt;br /&gt;5. Our "legit" tshirts I made.&lt;br /&gt;6. The person hanging up the cardboard characters was dumb. I really wanted to go over there and tell them to switch (badass) Neville and Draco and then everything would fit better.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; close you can see a banana dueling a wizard. Don't ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-963847078805281215?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/963847078805281215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=963847078805281215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/963847078805281215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/963847078805281215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-11-attend-midnight-movie.html' title='25 Things: #11 Attend a midnight movie showing.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1135007602876445605</id><published>2011-08-02T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:39:39.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Who has two thumbs and early access to Pottermore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2497.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sorry for the blurry picture. My camera blows.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1135007602876445605?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1135007602876445605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1135007602876445605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1135007602876445605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1135007602876445605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-has-two-thumbs-and-early-access-to.html' title='Who has two thumbs and early access to Pottermore?'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8479206272298340498</id><published>2011-07-28T11:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:56:16.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hunger games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeta'/><title type='text'>Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear movie Peeta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6_21E1GCL0/TjInZ2ryyfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KriIs7BssbQ/s1600/tumblr_lp15d1HucZ1r027c6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 628px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6_21E1GCL0/TjInZ2ryyfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KriIs7BssbQ/s400/tumblr_lp15d1HucZ1r027c6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634609408923322866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8479206272298340498?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8479206272298340498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8479206272298340498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8479206272298340498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8479206272298340498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/07/letter.html' title='Letter'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6_21E1GCL0/TjInZ2ryyfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KriIs7BssbQ/s72-c/tumblr_lp15d1HucZ1r027c6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6673793533769669668</id><published>2011-07-24T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:04:11.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 things'/><title type='text'>25 Things: The List</title><content type='html'>I debated on whether or not to post this, but then I thought "why the heck not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen on blogs where people do a "25 Things before 25" list. Where they pick 25 things they want to accomplish before turning 25. And since I just turned 24 a few weeks ago, I thought I would jump on the bandwagon and join in! Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start and finish the same book in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; learn French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how to write left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Start an Etsy shop. Sell some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn how to dance the Thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn how to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Solve a Rubik's Cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to a movie by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Get a grown-up job that uses my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Attend a midnight movie showing. &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-11-attend-midnight-movie.html"&gt;(DONE!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Take a month off of Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Go two weeks vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Buy a snazzy camera and take lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Beat Super Mario World on my Super Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Learn how to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Catch up on Doctor Who. &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/08/25-things-18-catch-up-on-doctor-who.html"&gt;(DONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Learn how to crochet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Finish my Weasley sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wreck-This-Journal-Keri-Smith/dp/039953346X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311562517&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Wreck this Journal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Take Luna on more walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Paint more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Buy a webcam. Make a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update on when I accomplish things. I've actually already done one of them, so hold on tight for that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6673793533769669668?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6673793533769669668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6673793533769669668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6673793533769669668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6673793533769669668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/07/25-things-list.html' title='25 Things: The List'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6757827726575648506</id><published>2011-07-19T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:09:43.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Not goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I know everybody and their dog has probably blogged something about this, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Harry Potter at my grandparents' house when I was about 13 years old. My cousin had brought the first movie out for us to watch before we went to bed that night. We laid there on the floor in front of the tv and laughed our butt off when Hagrid burst through the door. "Sorry 'bout tha'" will always make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward some years and 4 movies later, to the day Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out. At this point, I had read only one of the books. In middle school, I was always intimidated by their length. And I wasn't really much of a reader. But on that day, July 21, 2007, I bought and started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Why had I not read these sooner?! I had been an avid movie watcher up to this point, but the books are so much better. While I will never be one of those people who can read an entire book series in a week, I fell further in love with Harry. And Ron. We can't forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished reading the series one early Sunday morning. We're talking around 3am. There were many tears. And one run across the hall of my dorm to Erin's to confirm a death. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have a lot to thank JK and Harry for. Thanks for providing me with an escape to this awesome land Jo has created. Thanks for spurring on my love for reading. Thanks for teaching me about love and friendship. But mostly, thank you, Jo, for showing that anything can happen if you follow your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the last movie has come out, a lot of people are going on about the end of Harry Potter. I don't see it as an end. Sure, they have finished making movies and JK Rowling is probably done making books, but Harry will always live on. I will always go back and read and watch. I will pass them on to my children to read. Like Jo said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So Harry, this isn't goodbye. More like a.....see you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6757827726575648506?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6757827726575648506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6757827726575648506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6757827726575648506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6757827726575648506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-goodbye.html' title='Not goodbye.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8307686199715973170</id><published>2011-07-12T23:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:09:12.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riz-andom'/><title type='text'>Sterling.</title><content type='html'>This is a really random, on the spot post. But I just found something out and needed to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that if I ever have a son, I want to name him Sterling. I think it's such a cool name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking of this probably stemmed from the fact that I'm currently rereading The Hunger Games series (I'm getting ready to finish Catching Fire tonight) and I picture Peeta looking something like Sterling Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking of naming my currently-non-existent son Sterling, I got to wondering what Sterling Knight's full name is. I mean, I have to think of some middle name to go with this. So I head over to imdb and find out that his full name is, are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sterling Sandmann Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this for real? Is his for real middle name Sandmann? That's pretty freaking sweet. Best. Name. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm picturing my mother's face after I tell her that her grandson is going to be named Sterling Sandmann. HA! She would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, his name won't be Sterling Sandmann. But it will be Sterling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8307686199715973170?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8307686199715973170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8307686199715973170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8307686199715973170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8307686199715973170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/07/sterling.html' title='Sterling.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6371639202117593790</id><published>2011-07-05T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:00:06.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love family'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandab4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 680px; height: 460px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/meandab4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=favorites008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 680px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/favorites008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=birthday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 640px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/birthday.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=favorites025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 688px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/favorites025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mickey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 681px; 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height: 459px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/meandab3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandab5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 695px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/meandab5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandab8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 663px; height: 478px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/meandab8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SeniorYear.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 633px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/SeniorYear.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abprom018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/abprom018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CMAmusicfest2008060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 642px; height: 481px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/CMAmusicfest2008060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abcourtmat0034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 606px; height: 523px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/abcourtmat0034.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=graduation.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 706px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/graduation.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy 24th me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6371639202117593790?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6371639202117593790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6371639202117593790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6371639202117593790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6371639202117593790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!!'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5379232458160796260</id><published>2011-06-28T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:41:11.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><title type='text'>New favorites.</title><content type='html'>Notice how I haven't written anything here for about a month?? Yeahhhhhh, whoops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the past month I've come across some new favorite things! Let me share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20090803_edward_sharpe_magnetic_zeros_33.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/20090803_edward_sharpe_magnetic_zeros_33.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This band came up on one of my Pandora stations and I fell in love. So then I created my own Edward Sharpe station. It's my favorite station. Good thing Best Buy had their cd, cause now I can listen whenever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Doctor Who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=doctor-who-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/doctor-who-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, Whitney just got a little bit nerdier. For those who don't know, Doctor Who is a British tv show about a time traveling alien. Who comes across other aliens. And has a human sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only on episode 10, because I have to wait to watch episode-by-episode on BBC America everyday. No Blockbuster in the Kansas City area has Doctor Who to rent. BUT, my sister bought me a season for my birthday, so there we go. Hopefully she actually bought the season I'm watching.....&lt;br /&gt;(I just watched episode 9, The Empty Child, and now I'm afraid to sleep. Creepy child!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Alex Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fq7UIocCw90" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not gonna lie, I found this guy's youtube channel by first watching him reading Twilight. Best. Thing. Ever. And then I watched his other videos. Sooooo you should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Under the Sea: one of my favorite Disney songs. I love The Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to go read some books now. Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5379232458160796260?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5379232458160796260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5379232458160796260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5379232458160796260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5379232458160796260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-favorites.html' title='New favorites.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fq7UIocCw90/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5675210231727929477</id><published>2011-05-18T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:26:06.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Just had to share.</title><content type='html'>Before I go to bed, I usually read a chapter or two of the book I'm reading. Right now, I am currently rereading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Here is a dream I had last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were at Dumbledore's house in Godric's Hollow. Except Godric's Hollow was in Utah. Whatever. Anyways, we were looking for something in Dumbledore's house and Death Eaters were out to get us. So we had to be really sneaky. And my wand was dying (apparently it was battery powered), but it wasn't a big deal because we had an extra one that we stole off of a Death Eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooooo, Imma nerd that dreams about Harry Potter. (btw, this isn't the first time HP has been involved in a dream...) And that is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0721.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 641px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0721.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5675210231727929477?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5675210231727929477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5675210231727929477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5675210231727929477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5675210231727929477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-had-to-share.html' title='Just had to share.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/th_122_0721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6714711089149813406</id><published>2011-05-17T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:51:11.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey.</title><content type='html'>This conversation went down Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt; You have a grey hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I know. There are actually a couple in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt; Why do you have grey hairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Because of all the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(laughing)&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, I'm like the least stressed person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(also laughing)&lt;/span&gt; That's kinda what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I have grey hairs. I should fix that situation soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6714711089149813406?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6714711089149813406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6714711089149813406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6714711089149813406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6714711089149813406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/05/grey.html' title='Grey.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8366589111362389473</id><published>2011-05-08T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:00:06.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandmom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 505px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/meandmom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=favorites015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 399px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/favorites015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ab010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 402px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/ab010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n1300980086_30085329_5093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/n1300980086_30085329_5093.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CSC_0128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 398px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/CSC_0128.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christmas018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 470px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/christmas018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day Mom!&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8366589111362389473?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8366589111362389473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8366589111362389473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8366589111362389473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8366589111362389473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5136375454782050105</id><published>2011-04-11T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:26.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida 2011'/><title type='text'>Florida Trip Part Deux</title><content type='html'>This little series may turn out to be a 3 parter. Who knows. I guess we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this one is going to be more of a list of thoughts. Which I find fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Butterbeer. When it got to be my turn I was really thrown when she asked if I wanted "cold or frozen". I ended up getting the cold variety, because (a) it was hot and I figured my frozen kind would melt rather quickly, and (b) I figured that's how Harry drinks it. Yes, I actually thought that in my head. Don't worry. It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Taylor didn't get any but he had a taste of mine. We've decided that it's kind of a mix between cream soda and butterscotch. They put this whipped cream stuff on top that was really good. I want to drink some right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The buildings. Dude, they put sooooo much detail into this thing. It was exactly how I pictured Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. Except for Ollivander's. I understand that it's an important shop and they wanted to include it though. And if the joint wasn't so ungodly crowded, I would have went in. I told you about how we didn't go into any of the shops right? Well, we didn't. I guess this means I have to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You wanna know something I was kinda shocked about, the workers didn't have British accents. When we went to the Harry Potter Exhibition, all of the workers were required to have British accents. For some reason I just expected the workers at the park to have them too. Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When we got out of the Forbidden Journey ride, there was a little dance going on by the Beauxbatons students. I didn't really get to see it, but it was happening. I'm going to assume that the Durmstrang students did some thing too because they were all standing around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I still haven't eaten my chocolate frog. The chick at the gift shop said that she ate her's in one day. This thing is huge. HUGE. A lot of chocolate. Also, I got Helga Hufflepuff as my wizard card. Sweet. Seeing as I tend to think that I would be a Hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are zero pictures of Taylor and I together on this trip. Seriously. There's a picture of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0742.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of Taylor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 618px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0753.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us together. Here's the story: When we got to Universal, they took our picture when we were going in, like they pretty much do at any amusement park. They even took a second picture where we put our hands out in a weird manner and told us they would put a cartoon in our hands. Our plan was to stop at the photo place on our way out. We forgot. It wasn't until we got back to the hotel room and Taylor was emptying out his pockets and he found the little piece of paper the photo dude gave us that we remembered. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that after a while the area won't be as crowded all the time. And that is when I plan to go back and hit up the things that we missed. And eat at the Three Broomsticks. And buy a wand from Ollivander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5136375454782050105?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5136375454782050105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5136375454782050105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5136375454782050105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5136375454782050105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/04/florida-trip-part-deux.html' title='Florida Trip Part Deux'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/th_122_0742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5957636728208128497</id><published>2011-04-10T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:55:31.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>That time we went to Hogwarts.</title><content type='html'>(This will be a two part story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have just started visiting here or those who may have forgotten, Taylor got me a trip to Florida for Christmas. And we finally went on that trip this past week. Let me just say that it was ahhhh-mazing. We spent all day Wednesday at Universal Studios and hit up Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. I could have spent that whole day just at that section of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the park around 10 am. We figured we would go to the Harry Potter section first, thinking that since the park had only been open for an hour it wouldn't be too busy. Wrong. We had to get a "go back" time because they wouldn't let anyone else into that section. So, we get our time (2 hours later) and go off and do other things. FINALLY we were allowed to go into Hogsmeade. It was packed. PACKED. We headed straight for Hogwarts to ride that ride. When we went in, the wait time was 90 minutes. When we left they had upped it to two hours. It was totally worth it. The ride was awesome. Taylor said it was his favorite ride. I have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, enjoy some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0696.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0705.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0711.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0711.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0716.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0716.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0717.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0717.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0727.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0731.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122_0742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/122_0742.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first picture is the view from our hotel room. I found myself looking out the window a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5957636728208128497?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5957636728208128497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5957636728208128497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5957636728208128497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5957636728208128497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-time-we-went-to-hogwarts.html' title='That time we went to Hogwarts.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/florida%202011/th_122_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-3419455807691943458</id><published>2011-03-26T18:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:07:56.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riz-andom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Cleaning out the camera.</title><content type='html'>In anticipation of my upcoming trip to Hogwarts, I mean Florida, I thought I needed to clear out my camera memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see some photos?? Too bad, you're going to anyways. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1816.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 641px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1816.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture ever taken of Luna on the day I got her. She's a lot more fluffy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 641px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once went to this little flea market and when I walked out of the building, this was what I saw. Can I please buy this house and live here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1728.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1728.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is really really old. Erin and I drew this little situation on the board in the study room when we lived in the dorms. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1763.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1763.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was written by Kaitlin when we lived in our first apartment. Aka, The Dungeon. Anyways, both of us were just reading Twilight. And were excited for our high school homecomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2141.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2141.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had to leave Luna in the bathroom for a bit while I went out because the maintenance dudes were supposed to be stopping by. When I got back, she had wrecked havoc on the clothing I had piled up in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 636px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2255.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 12, yes 12, forks that I found in my purse when I was cleaning it out the other day. The fact that I had 12 forks stashed in my purse and still had enough to eat with for a long time should tell you something about the amount of silverware I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2250.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister took this picture when Mom and her came to visit. I was in the shower, Mom came running to tell me that there was a goose on my fence, and Abby then photographed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2249.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 638px; height: 479px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2249.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while they were here, we went to a Princess Diana exhibit at Union Station. Mom's a big fan. It was really pretty cool. They had stuff from her childhood, and lots of her dresses. Including HER WEDDING DRESS. Seriously, it was crazy. I thought Mom was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, remember how I started that Photo A Day project at the beginning of the year and was making it my new year's resolution? Well, let me just start off by saying that I never keep a new year's resolution. Including this one. I started off good, and then there were days when I forgot to take a picture, and then a day turned into a week, and....well you get the point. Maybe I'll start up again sometime. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-3419455807691943458?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/3419455807691943458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=3419455807691943458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3419455807691943458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3419455807691943458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/03/cleaning-out-camera.html' title='Cleaning out the camera.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6713647869367842940</id><published>2011-03-17T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:20:40.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A for real conversation.</title><content type='html'>Let me set up the scene for you:&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Abby, and I are laying in my living room watching Iron Chef.&lt;br /&gt;Secret ingredient: Mozzarella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't like the word 'curd'."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Is it because it reminds you of the word 'turd'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed for a good 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, that is not the reason. I don't think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6713647869367842940?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6713647869367842940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6713647869367842940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6713647869367842940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6713647869367842940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-real-conversation.html' title='A for real conversation.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-2842727167038987427</id><published>2011-03-08T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:04:38.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever relive funny things,&lt;br /&gt;or think of funny things in your head,&lt;br /&gt;and then start smiling or giggling to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you look like an idiot to other people&lt;br /&gt;because they don't know what funny things you are thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't want to share with them,&lt;br /&gt;because they wouldn't find it funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much the story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-2842727167038987427?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/2842727167038987427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=2842727167038987427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2842727167038987427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2842727167038987427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever?'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5738732194040553643</id><published>2011-02-23T23:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:33:28.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riz-andom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><title type='text'>Kind of a funny story.</title><content type='html'>I hope people google that movie title and end up here. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to the city, I brought what I thought was my sewing machine. As in, I picked up my sewing machine case, felt that something was in it, assumed it was my machine, and went with it. When I went to actually use my machine, I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/IMG_2220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my machine. It is my mom's. And while I would totally be ok with using Mom's sewing machine, as you can tell from the photo, there is no sewing foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I used this machine for my art projects my last semester because it worked better with the technique I was using than my newer computer. And when I was sewing on it I had to use a different foot. And now I don't remember where I put the normal one. Whoooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after work the other day I went and talked to the sewing machine people to see about getting a new foot so that I could actually sew the pillows I have fabric for. And then this convo went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have a really old Singer machine and I need a new foot for it.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: How old is the machine?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I'm 23. And I'm pretty sure it's older than me.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: .......Ooooook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this machine is older than me. And works just fine. As long as I can get a foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he didn't have any feet in stock for it, so I would have to order. But, apparently I can just remove a part from my machine, attach it to this one, and then use the feet from my new machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a lot useful if I had my sewing machine with me. But then I would probably just use it instead. So now I still can't sew those throw pillows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5738732194040553643?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5738732194040553643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5738732194040553643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5738732194040553643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5738732194040553643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/02/kind-of-funny-story.html' title='Kind of a funny story.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/th_IMG_2220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4252926804192955971</id><published>2011-02-04T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:04:42.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl'/><title type='text'>2nd Annual Super Bowl Prediction.</title><content type='html'>I did this &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; for the Super Bowl (and totally called it by the way). And &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/10/fooooootball.html"&gt;a few times&lt;/a&gt; before that with regular season games. (But those took too long. Thus, only doing it for the big game from now on.) And since the Super Bowl is coming up, it's time to make my prediction for the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you were here last year and know how I do this, you can skip on ahead. Or continue reading for a fun recap of how I do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to get into the football pots at work. And while all of the guys would obviously pick according to team stats and such, my mom picked by team colors/uniforms/player's names/and the like. She actually won a couple of times. And that is my inspiration for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I chose by quarterback. Whether he is hot, has a cool name, takes pictures with stars of 90s tv shows (like last year's winner), whatever. I just do a Google image search of the quarterback of the team and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's contenders: Charlie Batch from the Pittsburgh Steelers and Aaron Rodgers from the Green Bay Packers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie, I've pretty much already chosen the winner based on names solely. I'll get to that later. But, I'll give the other guy a chance and do the Google search anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARLIE BATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlie Batch kinda looks like John Legend. Not gonna lie. He's got this cute smile thing going for him. And, he took his picture with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alleghenycounty.us/news/2008/281222-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.alleghenycounty.us/news/2008/281222-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AARON RODGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, if this is a recent picture of Aaron Rodgers, he is in desperate need of a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesportsbank.net/core/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/aaron-rodgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.thesportsbank.net/core/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/aaron-rodgers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But there were other pictures of him sans long hair, and he's aight I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the deal: remember how I said I had pretty much already chosen my winner based on their names alone? Well, Mr Batch didn't have much of a chance. Because my mother's maiden name is Rodgers. Spelled the same way and everything. Which leads me to believe that Aaron Rodgers and I could be long lost cousins. And how can I cheer against my cousin?! (Unless that cousin plays for the Bfield Bulldogs. But that's another story. And has never happened.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Charlie Batch: Sorry about your bad luck. And Aaron: from cousin to cousin, go get a haircut. And good luck game day. Because I'm rooting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT**: So, apparently I forgot about Ben Roethlisberger. Who also has a cool name. And is quarterback for the Steelers. I should do more research. Doesn't matter. Rodgers that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4252926804192955971?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4252926804192955971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4252926804192955971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4252926804192955971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4252926804192955971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/02/2nd-annual-super-bowl-prediction.html' title='2nd Annual Super Bowl Prediction.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6373331821629744598</id><published>2011-02-02T20:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:15:04.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard of Oz 2011.</title><content type='html'>First things first: I don't know who came up with that name, but I love them for it. Blizzard of Oz? GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so like a lot of the country, we got some snow. Well, quite a bit of snow. So, when I got out to my car to leave for work, I couldn't get it out. As in, it won't budge. Needless to say, I did not make it into work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I decided to go out and try it again because I have to work again tomorrow. Wanna know how I ended up getting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2146.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the snow? Two little tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Use what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to keep a shovel in my trunk. But somehow it was taken out of the trunk and never put back in. So what did I use instead? This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2153.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little plastic seat that my mom used to sit on to relieve pressure in her back. Thankfully, she left it in the trunk of the car when the car was passed down to me. Because it was either use this, or a small spade that I had in the car from some art class. (I acquired a lot of rando tools from art classes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Floor mats are really helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2149-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2149-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I scooped all of the snow out from under and behind the tires, and it still wasn't moving, I put floor mats from the car behind the tires so that the tire had something to grip onto instead of the ice on the road. I seem to remember trying this one other time and the floor mat just flew out the front of the tire, which was humorous, but not at all helpful. Not this time! Worked like a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty proud of myself for being resourceful. And I know it doesn't look like it would be hard to get my car out of that amount of snow, seeing as there isn't a whole lot piled around it, but the durn thing wouldn't move. And do you like how whoever scraped the lot scraped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; my car. Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to go to work in the morning! Hopefully the roads don't suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6373331821629744598?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6373331821629744598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6373331821629744598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6373331821629744598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6373331821629744598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/02/blizzard-of-oz-2011.html' title='Blizzard of Oz 2011.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7666936837310707054</id><published>2011-01-31T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:17:08.925-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schtuff I make'/><title type='text'>What I did tonight.</title><content type='html'>I had today off from work, and since the weather is supposed to get crappy these next couple of days, I decided to stay in. And I had been eying my soft pastels that were laying in my large box of art supplies for a while, so I decided to break them out for a little drawing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually sat and drawn anything for a while, so I decided to lay out the quilt my grandma made me on the floor, turn on some music, and have at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2145.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2149.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2144.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna looked at me like I was a crazy person. And then she got in the way a lot when she demanded attention by laying on my hands. Kinda like she is trying to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, simple pictures. I like using pastels because you can get all messy when blending the colors. And I like getting messy when making art. And I like the blending of the colors pastels create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gnome's name is Peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7666936837310707054?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7666936837310707054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7666936837310707054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7666936837310707054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7666936837310707054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-did-tonight.html' title='What I did tonight.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4432790139107282763</id><published>2011-01-25T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:42:45.573-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love family'/><title type='text'>The Cat.</title><content type='html'>You see this ceramic cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/IMG_2107.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great-grandma made that cat apparently. And then gave it to one of my mom's cousins. Well, my cousin too, but you get the picture. Well, somehow it got handed down to me. And I actually really like it. It's cool. Vintage-y. Made by a family member. However, I have no idea where I am going to display it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put it on my bookshelf, but it's too tall. And I don't really like it just sitting around on the floor. Like it doesn't have a home. But for now that's what it's going to have to do. Until I get some sort of table or shelf or something I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my great uncle (who's wife gave it to me) told me that I could "hide my booze" in the hole in the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_2110.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4432790139107282763?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4432790139107282763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4432790139107282763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4432790139107282763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4432790139107282763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/01/cat.html' title='The Cat.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/th_IMG_2107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6533154635550413769</id><published>2011-01-20T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:24:41.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>Here lately I've been feeling kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;. I have a whole list of projects and things I need to be doing, but when I come home from work I just want to crash on my couch with a book or the remote. And I know that if I get started on a project I will be motivated and won't feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I need to set my easel up in the middle of my floor again and see what happens. If I see it sitting there, with a blank canvas on it (I have 2 by the way. Blank canvases that is.) I'll be inspired to sit down and do something with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it was summertime. So I can go outside and sit and play with Luna. And go on little adventures in the city. Instead of just going from work to home because the roads and weather suck so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=121_0568.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 479px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/121_0568.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies and green grass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6533154635550413769?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6533154635550413769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6533154635550413769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6533154635550413769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6533154635550413769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/01/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-3583612080440639560</id><published>2011-01-11T17:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T18:52:27.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those posts where I talk about rando things.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged anything since the start of the new year. I've been keeping up with my Photo a Day project, but haven't posted anything here lately. Well, I've been busy. At least kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've gotten into a new show. A Disney Channel show. I know, I know. Disney Channel, right?? Seriously. I started watching Sonny with a Chance one night and now I'm watching from the beginning. Mainly because of this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lcqm2jCbvF1qe18dvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 592px;" src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/tumblr_lcqm2jCbvF1qe18dvo1_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling Knight, please be Peeta Mellark. For reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Peeta Mellark, when are they going to get cracking and start filming The Hunger Games?? Or at least casting people?? I'll start you guys off. Cast Sterling Knight as Peeta. Alright, one down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, my sister got me some posters and pictures to hang up in my apartment. I already hung up the 2 posters she got me. But I wanted to frame the 2 matted pictures. So, I went to my frame store, aka the thrift store, and picked up a couple cheap frames and painted them all up. Well, I painted them black anyways. Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/IMG_2042.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to finish the other 8 projects on my project list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-3583612080440639560?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/3583612080440639560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=3583612080440639560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3583612080440639560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3583612080440639560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-those-posts-where-i-talk-about.html' title='One of those posts where I talk about rando things.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/Photo%20A%20Day/th_IMG_2042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8257871372316349172</id><published>2010-12-31T19:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:00:00.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed that these last couple of posts have been pretty heavy in the photograph area. Basically, I am just now really discovering the greatness that is Photobucket. And also because I'm gearing up for my New Year's Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much every year I try to come up with a resolution. And pretty much every year I tend to break it. You see on the side over there where it says "New year, new goals"? Yeah, well sadly not all of those happened. But I've been thinking about what I want to do this next year for a while now and I think I've finally decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something big. And fun. And I've seen this idea before and really liked it, so I'm going to take it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s983.photobucket.com/albums/ae312/cedvanhalen/blog/Photo%20A%20Day%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=header.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae312/cedvanhalen/blog/Photo%20A%20Day%202011/header.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Everyday, I take a new picture. It doesn't have to be much, just something to document the day. (Abby: "I bet 350 of those will be of your dog.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to follow my project, &lt;a href="http://becoolphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;. It's bound to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a few more things I want to accomplish this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start taking classes toward getting my art therapy degree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start an Etsy shop. I have ideas. Now I just have to actually finalize them and get stuff together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teach Luna how to sit. She actually knows "shake". Next is "sit".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a quilt. My last semester, I bought a crapton of fabric for my projects. I'm pretty sure it was around $200 worth. And now I have a HELLLLLLA lot left. And I haven't made a quilt in a while, so I'm going to. Maybe it will be someone's Christmas gift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I feel like this are all good and attainable. I'll fill you in when I complete/start/show you progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8257871372316349172?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8257871372316349172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8257871372316349172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8257871372316349172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8257871372316349172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-resolutions_31.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4529559086219149915</id><published>2010-12-28T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:58:51.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas pictures.</title><content type='html'>Here's some happenings from Christmas in picture format:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1925.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1925.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1933.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1933.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1928.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1928.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1934.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1964.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1964.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1986.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1973.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1973.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1983.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1983.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1993.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1993.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Present wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Abby and Luna bonded.&lt;br /&gt;3. Luna went back to hating Abby again when we added more ribbons to her collar.&lt;br /&gt;4. Santa came.&lt;br /&gt;5. New game at the grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mom got Luna a sweater that made her look really skinny with a large behind.&lt;br /&gt;7. The children unwrapped a whole lotta gifts.&lt;br /&gt;8. Madison (age 5) drew a face on the butt of the Pictionary man.&lt;br /&gt;9. Taylor surprised me with a trip to Florida in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; that little piece of paper was wrapped in 2 large boxes. (And I just noticed that "Florida" is spelled wrong. Don't even care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4529559086219149915?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4529559086219149915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4529559086219149915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4529559086219149915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4529559086219149915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas pictures.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4358817843801917763</id><published>2010-12-10T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:15:38.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riz-andom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are awesome'/><title type='text'>Best way to eat ice cream.</title><content type='html'>It is also probably the weirdest. Just stick with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scoop ice cream into bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1889.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1889.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Insert into microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1895.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1895.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Microwave for 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1897.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1897.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, sister and I have been eating ice cream like this for a long long while. Everytime we would go out to our grandparents' house for the night (which was pretty much every other Saturday) we would always have a bowl of ice cream. And this is how we would eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4358817843801917763?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4358817843801917763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4358817843801917763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4358817843801917763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4358817843801917763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-way-to-eat-ice-cream.html' title='Best way to eat ice cream.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-827205715476113761</id><published>2010-12-02T22:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:18:14.004-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decorated for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1874.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1874.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1871.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1870.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1870.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1868.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1858.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1867.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1867.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1866.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1862.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1862.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1876.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1863.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee435/becoolllblog/IMG_1863.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna, however, hid away in the bathroom the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-827205715476113761?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/827205715476113761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=827205715476113761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/827205715476113761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/827205715476113761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4222382349283825432</id><published>2010-11-26T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:44:15.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aKAxikZmY-0?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really my favorite song from Nightmare Before Christmas, but it's fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making it my goal of making everyone/mostly everyone's Christmas presents this year. Yesterday I sat and made a list of everyone I needed gifts for and started trying to figure out what to make them. Sooooo far I've got something for my mom, sister, and one other one figured out. Next week I hope to get started on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alllllso, since it is now after Thanksgiving, I get to start decorating for Christmas! I always wait until after Thanksgiving. So next week I'm going to hit up some thrift stores and find Christmas decorations. And by "stores" I mean that I'm going to the best one on the planet that I've been going to since the beginning of time: Share and Care. I'm so friggin excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4222382349283825432?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4222382349283825432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4222382349283825432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4222382349283825432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4222382349283825432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/11/making-christmas.html' title='Making Christmas.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aKAxikZmY-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7583308761103344330</id><published>2010-11-19T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:00:00.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Oh hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm watching this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TOYF6bZopKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NYvvINjGXbA/s1600/normal_sc169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TOYF6bZopKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NYvvINjGXbA/s320/normal_sc169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541122892871804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7583308761103344330?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7583308761103344330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7583308761103344330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7583308761103344330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7583308761103344330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-hey.html' title='Oh hey.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TOYF6bZopKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/NYvvINjGXbA/s72-c/normal_sc169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-538594972436422227</id><published>2010-11-09T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:47:19.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite pictures ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s983.photobucket.com/albums/ae312/cedvanhalen/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1834.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae312/cedvanhalen/blog/IMG_1834.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on my 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my excitement for receiving that fishing pole from my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, I got a lot of use out of that fishing pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is a Polaroid. Because Polaroids are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-538594972436422227?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/538594972436422227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=538594972436422227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/538594972436422227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/538594972436422227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-my-favorite-pictures-ever.html' title='One of my favorite pictures ever.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae312/cedvanhalen/blog/th_IMG_1834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1715183358933045998</id><published>2010-10-27T13:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:28:43.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Meet Luna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiJJn7iMAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Pa7KDR24Uvk/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiJJn7iMAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Pa7KDR24Uvk/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532822940655169538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a puppy. I've been wanting one FOR-EV-ER and I finally live in an apartment that allows them so I got one! I adopted her from the humane society and she is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiI2pR6kqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/J2PLR2_Avsk/s1600/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiI2pR6kqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/J2PLR2_Avsk/s320/IMG_1822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532822614599963298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Luna. As in Luna Lovegood. Cause I'm a nerd like that. And my mom calls her Loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiJEKyGZvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KzcxkL1gdHw/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiJEKyGZvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KzcxkL1gdHw/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532822846931625714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had Luna for a couple of days now, and here are some things I've learned about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Luna likes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;going outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;her little lion toy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stealing my body pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching tv, especially Harry Potter and Zefron movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping all day and then getting up early in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Luna does not like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;her leash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sliding glass doors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staying in the bathroom while I'm at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks to my friend Erin here, I've decided to make her a little charm to put on her collar. You know, to keep away the nargles. Or maybe a little radish charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1715183358933045998?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1715183358933045998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1715183358933045998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1715183358933045998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1715183358933045998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/10/meet-luna.html' title='Meet Luna!'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TMiJJn7iMAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Pa7KDR24Uvk/s72-c/IMG_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4155092361129903754</id><published>2010-10-16T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:29:07.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are awesome'/><title type='text'>That time I got stitches from hide and seek.</title><content type='html'>On Sunday evenings, Taylor's family has a family dinner. This past Sunday, after everyone was finished eating, we played hide and seek. Don't worry, his 4 year old neice was the one to get the game started. As we were playing I was reminded of another hide and seek event. Let me share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I played outside a lot. One time, Abby (sister), another kid, and I were playing hide and seek. Now, there are a couple of ways people play hide and seek. We play it where there is a base and as soon as the seeker has finished counting and left base, you are free to leave your hiding place and run to base before they tag you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Abby and I were hiding inside the house while the other kid was outside on base (big tree) counting. When he finished his counting, he came into the house looking for us. Obviously, we went running outside. This is how it went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abby ahead of me. Goes racing out door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me behind her, closely following.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screen door comes swinging back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I reach my hand out to push the door back open and continue running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand and door keep going in their opposite directions, hand going through window.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instant stopping of hide and seek race.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Seriously, I don't think I have ever seen my father jump up from his football watching quite as fast as he did that day. Since my dad was the only adult home, sister and friend had to go to the neighbor's next door while my dad took me to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several x-rays, they discovered that I did not in fact have glass in my hand and that if I would have cut a centimeter deeper I would have hit a major artery. Goooood deal. Turns out, I did have to get a (1) stitch though. Baaaad deal. I hate needles. So much. My dad had to distract me by talking about the Royals game we were going to be attending soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this past Sunday when we were playing hide and seek, Taylor and I were hiding in the backyard, base in front yard. Then he suggests we just run through the house to get there faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had flashbacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4155092361129903754?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4155092361129903754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4155092361129903754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4155092361129903754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4155092361129903754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-time-i-got-stitches-from-hide-and_16.html' title='That time I got stitches from hide and seek.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4371175157677234041</id><published>2010-10-04T18:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:37:09.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I don&apos;t know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what da hale'/><title type='text'>Plaid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went shopping today. And by "shopping", I mean I just wandered around stores awkwardly and looked at the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And bought nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But, I happened across a load of plaid shirts. And that is where this story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I love me some plaid. I have for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpiEPHml9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/n-TXwOdLItQ/s1600/little+me+and+abby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpiEPHml9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/n-TXwOdLItQ/s320/little+me+and+abby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524335717840754642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Whitney sporting a nice plaid romper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way before these 2 made this little trend big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpgOhr-81I/AAAAAAAAAiY/dj96z_Qo3fc/s1600/Robert-Pattinson_articleimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpgOhr-81I/AAAAAAAAAiY/dj96z_Qo3fc/s320/Robert-Pattinson_articleimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524333695600620370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instigators of this plaid fad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some reason I find it really hard to believe that these 2 buy their plaid new. I'm pretty sure they thrift store it up or bring out the shirts from their dad's closet (yes, KStewie too..).&lt;br /&gt;However, you can purchase plaid flannel at big name stores. Let me just show you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpg_jYPlZI/AAAAAAAAAig/GgRFzfx4wGA/s1600/hollister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpg_jYPlZI/AAAAAAAAAig/GgRFzfx4wGA/s320/hollister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524334537868285330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, you see this shirt. It can be yours for $24.89. It was marked down from $39.50&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to the Hollister website for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the fellas have their options too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKphatkuSzI/AAAAAAAAAio/9aN8RGIbstQ/s1600/Forever+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKphatkuSzI/AAAAAAAAAio/9aN8RGIbstQ/s320/Forever+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524335004461452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little number looks kinda like Robbie's up there. You can own it for $22.90 from your local Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpirJ7svhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hurkQOqIstE/s1600/12861_1207641633704_1308570030_30865164_1118844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpirJ7svhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hurkQOqIstE/s320/12861_1207641633704_1308570030_30865164_1118844_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524336386463546898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holla! KStew Halloween costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8 bucks at the local thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to this story: Why are people buying shirts for $30 when they can dig through their parent's closets (trust me, I have..) and find them for free or hit up thrifty stores and buy them for cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpkFCT5q5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/nEJnCj08Opw/s1600/Al+Borland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpkFCT5q5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/nEJnCj08Opw/s320/Al+Borland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524337930605800338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Right you are, Whitney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks Al.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks Hollister and Forever 21 websites for contributing pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4371175157677234041?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4371175157677234041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4371175157677234041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4371175157677234041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4371175157677234041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/10/plaid.html' title='Plaid.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKpiEPHml9I/AAAAAAAAAiw/n-TXwOdLItQ/s72-c/little+me+and+abby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6800870657253255644</id><published>2010-09-26T22:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:56:58.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening. (Hot stuff.)</title><content type='html'>It's been a good couple of weeks since I have posted anything on this here blog. I've been busy. And  haven't had a whole lot of internet access. BUT a couple of things have happened, so I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. My car died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a tragic death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The story:&lt;/span&gt; I was called into work early one morning a few weeks back. I hadn't showered yet, but threw on some clothes and mentally thanked my cousin for washing my hair the night before when she cut it. I was off to work, driving in the rain, when this chick stopped at the yellow light in front of me. While I tried to stop, the rain on the road didn't help and my car ran right into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKAU2zcntXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eQaPtl2DVKM/s1600/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKAU2zcntXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eQaPtl2DVKM/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521436074911970674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodbye Joan.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am driving my mom's car and she just got a new fancy one. When I asked her the other day if I could drive it, she acted like I had asked the stupidest question on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's kinda true.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Taylor's niece asked me today "Why did your car wreck?" Honey, I really wish it hadn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I'm moving. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My roommate moved back home. So that means that I have to find a place to live. And I did! It's a little studio apartment closer to my work and where my cousins live. My mom even came down and looked at it with me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;This means that I actually get to set up and decorate a place of my own! I started going through my crap that is taking over the living room of my mom's place and put some things together. Like all my books and pictures and stuff. I still have a lot to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I'm thinking about going back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just graduated in May. However, getting a good job with an art degree is really hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I've been thinking of some other options. Here's what I've narrowed it down to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Pastry school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've visited The Art Institutes- International and have even applied and been accepted to attend. They wanted me to start in October, but I just have too many other things going on right now. And I haven't even decided if this is the way I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;But I love to watch food network and Chef Duff is like my idol, so I thought why not check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b.) Art therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I've just gotten into looking at. I need to call a couple of colleges tomorrow and see if they have anything to offer me. But right now, I'm thinking I like this idea more and more. I mean, the pastry thing sounds fun and all, but I feel like I would really really enjoy the art therapy thing. I feel like it is geared more toward what I actually want to do. Which I don't really know yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Some things that I have been up to. When I finally get to move into my new place (in a week or 2 hopefully) I'll have to remember to show off all my decor. Be getting excited. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6800870657253255644?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6800870657253255644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6800870657253255644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6800870657253255644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6800870657253255644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-happening-hot-stuff.html' title='What&apos;s happening. (Hot stuff.)'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TKAU2zcntXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eQaPtl2DVKM/s72-c/IMG_1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-3570988617430949410</id><published>2010-09-09T15:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:39:44.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again.</title><content type='html'>A couple of posts back I talked about how I was wanting to cut my hair off. I called up my cousin and she chopped it right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlP6wqVhoI/AAAAAAAAAho/Yj3s16Si5xY/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlP6wqVhoI/AAAAAAAAAho/Yj3s16Si5xY/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515027089605363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, it is soooo much easier getting ready in the morning. Little blow drying after I get out of the shower, some straightening of the bangs and sections, and I'm good to go. I am going to have her cut some more though. I want some layers so sometime soon that is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with this new haircut I had to come up with some Halloween costumes to go with it. &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-should-be-like-halloween.html"&gt;I love Halloween&lt;/a&gt;. I don't really think I have anything to do this Halloween, but I enjoy dressing up so maybe I'll just hand out candy to little kids. Or I'll get Amanda talked into dressing up with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've thought up a couple. I like a good cheap costume, so anything that I can make out of the clothing I already have is great. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Judy Funnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQSdpjkLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5tZA9UtWJ5g/s1600/judy+funnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQSdpjkLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5tZA9UtWJ5g/s320/judy+funnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515027496818675890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know. Doug Funnie's sister. I really do miss this cartoon. But, here's what I need for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;purple dress/vest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black leggings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purple hat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now, I have a purple dress, black leggings, and sunglasses. I just need the hat and boots. And I've been wanting boots for a while, so this just seems like a good time to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Alice Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQD_l8HlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xpQtNjfFyZE/s1600/alice-cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQD_l8HlI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xpQtNjfFyZE/s320/alice-cullen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515027248232275538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have the vest. Can get the plaid. Throw on my skinny jeans and black heels, and I'm good to go in that department. When I get the hair layered I can spike it all out and wear my pale makeup that I already have. This seems like the easiest costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for if I want to get really creative, and more than slightly comical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Berries and Cream Lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the picture on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQdE-b_EI/AAAAAAAAAiI/78VpkFQM8WM/s1600/d24f77d9ba133b1a116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQdE-b_EI/AAAAAAAAAiI/78VpkFQM8WM/s320/d24f77d9ba133b1a116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515027679173934146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister provides the best faces for face in hole creations.&lt;br /&gt;If I had the costume, and the balls, I would totes wear this around for a day. But sadly, I don't think it will happen....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQMBcixdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Uy_cHKTfDmw/s1600/berriesandcreamlad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlQMBcixdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Uy_cHKTfDmw/s320/berriesandcreamlad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515027386168690130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-3570988617430949410?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/3570988617430949410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=3570988617430949410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3570988617430949410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3570988617430949410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TIlP6wqVhoI/AAAAAAAAAho/Yj3s16Si5xY/s72-c/IMG_1785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5541744387478082303</id><published>2010-08-18T00:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:23:30.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't cook....</title><content type='html'>..but I really, really want to. I want to be awesome and cook good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I went and hit up the new thrift store that just opened down the street. I love me a good thrift store. While I was looking around, I found this find for a buck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TGtr8cVqZII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/8VpXS5IwIo0/s1600/121_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TGtr8cVqZII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/8VpXS5IwIo0/s320/121_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506613655533937794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That, my friend, is a lovely little cookbook binder thing that allows me to add my own recipes. I thought the cover was really cute and would go well in the awesome vintage-y, whimsical future kitchen I have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hit up this thrift store twice today. The first time I didn't have any cash on me and was just going to kinda look around. Then when I found this, I decided that I had to go back. I was already planning a trip to the WalMarks so I could get some new iPod earbuds (since I can't seem to find mine) and some cash. And then I went back and bought this little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to add the recipes. My mom made her cousin a family cookbook for Christmas this past year, so I'm going to raid her computer and find all the recipes she used for that and add them. As well as any other good recipe I come across. If you have any suggestions, throw them at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at this new store, I also found a really old Singer sewing machine for $20. I was really tempted to buy it. It probably doesn't work anymore, but it was cute and I would have displayed it nicely. I may have to check in on that sometime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5541744387478082303?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5541744387478082303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5541744387478082303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5541744387478082303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5541744387478082303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-cook.html' title='I don&apos;t cook....'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TGtr8cVqZII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/8VpXS5IwIo0/s72-c/121_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7713850213235102472</id><published>2010-08-12T00:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:33:04.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Extreme Spoons.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I start to write a blog post and then just save it as a draft, thinking that I will come back and take another look at it before posting it. And sometimes I forget about those posts and they never get posted. As I was looking for something to write about tonight, I decided to look back on my past posts and those that somehow managed to just be drafted. This is one of those. Please enjoy from a time when I was thinking on little sleep, lots of stress, and apparently fumes from sculpture class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting outside on the patio things by the sculpture studio working on my project when the greatest idea I have ever had came to me. As I sit there, sealing my sculpture with this sealant that had a lot of fumes, I see people on the quad running a muck and getting all muddy. And that is when it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all played Spoons. Or, if you are Kaitlin, you haven't.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (If you haven't, look up the rules.)&lt;/span&gt; Regular spoons. With them placed directly in front of you for easy reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if you want to up the difficulty (and chance of breaking a bone), you play Extreme Spoons. Same regular spoons. But this time, they are located in a different room of the house. Now you have to race to get your spoon (and maybe trip over a few people/things in the process..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I introduce Mega Extreme Spoons. Here's the concept: On campus here, we play the card game outside on the quad (the large open, grassy area in the middle of campus). The spoons, however, are located in a pre-determined building. Now you have to sprint across campus. Dodging people on their bikes. Trying to not trip over that one loose brick in the sidewalk. And finally reach the door to the building that holds what you want most: that nice, semi-shiny, hopefully clean spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a friggin genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7713850213235102472?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7713850213235102472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7713850213235102472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7713850213235102472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7713850213235102472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/08/mega-extreme-spoons.html' title='Mega Extreme Spoons.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1770414749087912689</id><published>2010-08-02T21:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:15:00.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your advice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking about cutting my hair off. I've had long hair for a while now. It may be time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooooo, here's about how long my hair is now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18061_1279612552932_1308570030_31043582_5037285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 359px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18061_1279612552932_1308570030_31043582_5037285_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh Erin's graduation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what I think I want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eanext.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/2009-emo-haircuts-for-girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.eanext.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/2009-emo-haircuts-for-girls1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding. Totally freaked you out didn't I?! (Don't worry, this freaks me out too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, in all seriousness, I'm thinking about something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hairstyles-haircuts.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/blonde-medium-hair-330x511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 511px;" src="http://www.hairstyles-haircuts.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/blonde-medium-hair-330x511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Is this that chick from The Hills?? I don't really know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really decided yet. I've been wanting to do something different with my hair for a while now. And this just seems like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need people to talk me into it. Or out of it if you think it's a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin says I should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1770414749087912689?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1770414749087912689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1770414749087912689&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1770414749087912689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1770414749087912689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-your-advice.html' title='I need your advice.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6045724782313914171</id><published>2010-07-27T23:34:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:18:16.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Wedding of the Decade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom got married on Saturday. It truly was the wedding of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it took a decade for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But it was such a fun and good time. I love it when my family gets together.&lt;br /&gt;I have a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-zu1otylI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/f1i-STgC2Kc/s1600/121_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-zu1otylI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/f1i-STgC2Kc/s320/121_0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498811287295871570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that this isn't all of us. I think my cousin counted up that there were 11 of us missing. This includes my grandparents and my grandpa's siblings, all of my mom's first cousins, and then all of my generation. Plus a couple 4th generation youngens.&lt;br /&gt;And we still all get together every holiday and every Father's Day weekend we all go camping.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the wedding went great. I remembered his ring and the marriage license.&lt;br /&gt;That was my part. And actually signing the marriage license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-1djP8yuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TvKm_52Awr4/s1600/121_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-1djP8yuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TvKm_52Awr4/s320/121_0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498813189325638370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I sped walked down the aisle. I wouldn't doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;I get weirded out when people watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception and dance were loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;My college roommates Erin and Kaitlin came and apparently even coordinated their outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-25Cq164I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8P8zlydXsmc/s1600/121_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-25Cq164I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8P8zlydXsmc/s320/121_0628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498814761128029058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first dance as husband and wife was to At Last by Etta James.&lt;br /&gt;It was a secret that Mom had planned. Since, like I said, it took them 10 years to get married.&lt;br /&gt;You thought I was joking weren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-3zqxm9II/AAAAAAAAAgw/30QFVJ4q3b8/s1600/121_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-3zqxm9II/AAAAAAAAAgw/30QFVJ4q3b8/s320/121_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498815768326239362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa even got to dance a song. For those that don't know, he had to have surgery to get 2 toes removed about a month or 2 ago, so we weren't sure if he was going to be up and moving on it by the wedding or not. But he pulled through and danced a song with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New step-dad's favorite wedding dance song is the YMCA. Obviously, it is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-4KUoP_rI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pPvpUqqUaOU/s1600/121_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-4KUoP_rI/AAAAAAAAAg4/pPvpUqqUaOU/s320/121_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498816157518397106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, good times were had by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;My legs literally hurt for 2 days from all the dancing. Even after I took off the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Totally worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-5_4o1F-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/vjUSMICH0RQ/s1600/121_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-5_4o1F-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/vjUSMICH0RQ/s320/121_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498818177229199330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just cause I'm a big fan of candid pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that beverage in front of me. That looks like it is on display in some sort of ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6045724782313914171?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6045724782313914171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6045724782313914171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6045724782313914171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6045724782313914171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/07/wedding-of-decade.html' title='Wedding of the Decade.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TE-zu1otylI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/f1i-STgC2Kc/s72-c/121_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-3498328333745186330</id><published>2010-07-17T21:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:50:49.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Traveling Suit.</title><content type='html'>Dear Rob,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you showed up at the Eclipse premiere wearing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJpHEdHc7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZLng3E4OsKw/s1600/eclipse+rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 405px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJpHEdHc7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZLng3E4OsKw/s320/eclipse+rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495070065521292210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it looked like you stole it from this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJoaH109XI/AAAAAAAAAf4/V-kXx8zvNDU/s1600/ronburgundy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJoaH109XI/AAAAAAAAAf4/V-kXx8zvNDU/s320/ronburgundy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495069293336130930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might want to go check your closet. Because I'm almost positive that this chick I work with stole it from you and wore it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this like that time Michael Scott wore a women's suit on The Office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can't stop laughing at this chick behind y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJpgBu51_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/yBM8lUV4dd0/s1600/29nxl39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 419px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJpgBu51_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/yBM8lUV4dd0/s320/29nxl39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495070494287321074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-3498328333745186330?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/3498328333745186330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=3498328333745186330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3498328333745186330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/3498328333745186330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/07/traveling-suit.html' title='Traveling Suit.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TEJpHEdHc7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZLng3E4OsKw/s72-c/eclipse+rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6274323545979239708</id><published>2010-07-07T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:35:03.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I mentioned in a past post that I was hoping to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did. A while ago. I just never post on here anymore apparently.&lt;br /&gt;I start tomorrow. Pretty freaking excited.&lt;br /&gt;I will be working at a dress shop doing alterations.&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I had to move to the city. Currently, I'm staying with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to start looking for my own place sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully close to where she lives, because she is 5 minutes from where I work.&lt;br /&gt;Life in the city should be fun. Lots of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Places to go.&lt;br /&gt;ART GALLERIES!&lt;br /&gt;All good things that I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6274323545979239708?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6274323545979239708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6274323545979239708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6274323545979239708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6274323545979239708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-job.html' title='I have a job.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-2208291615357697501</id><published>2010-06-20T22:57:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:23:18.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy warhol is awesome'/><title type='text'>Art is what you can get away with.</title><content type='html'>I like a lot of different things. I am very easily entertained, so various things can keep my attention. I think this can be seen nicely in my taste in music. It is quite varied, except I don't listen to any JoBro or Miley Cyrus. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was an art major, I had to take my share of art history courses. Some of these were enjoyable (Contemporary Art), some not so much (Medieval Art, aka History of Magic..). My taste in art is also kinda varied, but not as much as my taste in music. I love Modern/Contemporary art. I search for it when I go to art museums. You know, the kind that people (Erin, my mom) say is boring and they don't get it and they think they can do it themselves. Note: You probably could. Hello, anybody can be an artist. I want to take this time to tell you who my favorite artist is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Warhol. I love him. I've just spent a good chunk of time (at least an hour) looking at prints and posters of his artwork. I already have a couple that I probably spent too much on, but I love them. And I want more. When I get a job (which is actually looking really promising right now. I'll update on that when I know more.) I want to buy these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7s3rVaU3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/CpB8BNjti7Y/s1600/51wrt2Oo9SL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7s3rVaU3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/CpB8BNjti7Y/s400/51wrt2Oo9SL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485081837453333362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7tNMRZGoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/C8ELPE1tfog/s1600/41oYDysgpnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7tNMRZGoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/C8ELPE1tfog/s400/41oYDysgpnL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485082207072098946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7s83O8e1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/9Z7pWIRBe44/s1600/13720080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7s83O8e1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/9Z7pWIRBe44/s400/13720080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485081926546783058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get my own place, I am having an art wall. Where I will hang all of my Andy pieces and anything else I may happened to collect. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7tw2dcReI/AAAAAAAAAfw/b3PyLDnAIuM/s1600/keep-calm-and-carry-on2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7tw2dcReI/AAAAAAAAAfw/b3PyLDnAIuM/s400/keep-calm-and-carry-on2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485082819692348898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a canvas sitting here that I started painting, but didn't really know what I was going to paint. Since I've been looking around I have figured out what I'm going to do. I'll update when I'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Andy for the inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-2208291615357697501?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/2208291615357697501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=2208291615357697501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2208291615357697501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2208291615357697501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/06/art-is-what-you-can-get-away-with.html' title='Art is what you can get away with.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TB7s3rVaU3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/CpB8BNjti7Y/s72-c/51wrt2Oo9SL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4029230505151274216</id><published>2010-06-16T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:44:56.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily funny'/><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start a list of random, funny things my mother says.&lt;br /&gt;This would be today's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this picture on my computer background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TBlvuSXTxbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZccNyG6mt7c/s1600/112646046-4afd11529cbf347694816ad8e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 495px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TBlvuSXTxbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZccNyG6mt7c/s320/112646046-4afd11529cbf347694816ad8e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483536862294558130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's gonna split his pants."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4029230505151274216?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4029230505151274216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4029230505151274216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4029230505151274216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4029230505151274216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/TBlvuSXTxbI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZccNyG6mt7c/s72-c/112646046-4afd11529cbf347694816ad8e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1893131394490763158</id><published>2010-06-13T21:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:29:22.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A Follow-up Letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear Rupert Grint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. You read &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter.html"&gt;that letter I wrote to you&lt;/a&gt; a while back didn't you? The one where I talk about how cool you are and how I want to be your friend and jam out with you in your ice cream truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday was the last day of filming for Deathly Hallows. For Harry Potter in general. It really makes me sad. Harry Potter is coming to an end. You don't really need me to tell you that..you lived it all. But what I found most fun, was that you drove your awesome ice cream truck to the last day of shooting. Seriously man? This is why you are my favorite. You take that truck out and supply people with ice cream. Well, &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/app/news/show/3580"&gt;according to Warwick Davis&lt;/a&gt;, you "served up 99s". Which I'm pretty sure is just a vanilla ice cream cone. And upon further investigation (aka: I googled it..) I found out that it is, in fact, a vanilla cone with a "chocolate flake" in it. Sounds yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to start the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1893131394490763158?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1893131394490763158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1893131394490763158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1893131394490763158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1893131394490763158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/06/follow-up-letter.html' title='A Follow-up Letter.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6520137356677838763</id><published>2010-06-08T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:16:57.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooooooo I haven't been on here in a while it seems. It's not like I haven't had the time....I've graduated, have moved back home, and have no job. BUT, I will now fill you in on some things...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so my mom is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; getting married in July. And since I don't have a job, and have an art degree, I get to help in the creative department. We made all of her invitations. Those are done and I am mailing them out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(So, if you are a luck one to get an invite (Erin..), know that I was the one to cut out and tape down the ivory piece of paper.)&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon when Mom got off of work, we headed up to the flower shop to pick out flowers. She doesn't want to hold flowers during the ceremony, but she asked me if I wanted to have flowers.&lt;br /&gt;(My choice decided whether my sister and groom's daughters had flowers. I feel so special.)&lt;br /&gt;I told her yes.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have something in my hand I am liable to fidget.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking KStew level of fidgeting.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, we got flowers. Don't ask me what kind. I don't remember. But they are a pinkish/purpleish color. Plus, we got flowers for table decor at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;(Also, at the dance Mom just wants cake. Groom wants meatballs and cheese. Please laugh at how random this is with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunt: eghhhhh. I've been looking at jobs in the city. I've been there twice now.&lt;br /&gt;Going to every gallery/art association/anything art related place and handing them my resume/filling out their application. &lt;br /&gt;This last time I went, I hit up a couple of David's Bridals. They both happened to be hiring. One of them in the alterations department. They got really excited when they saw that I can sew. Soooo I met with the assistant manager, who introduced me to the alterations manager, who showed me around the alterations department. It would be an entry position, which is good because I don't have a lot of experience with sewing garments.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will come out of this. Soon would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, my summer reading list is growing. A lot. I'm rereading Harry Potter right now. I'm on Chamber of Secrets. I freaking love this series.&lt;br /&gt;And then I have people that give me books. My cousin gave me 2 books when I stayed with her while job hunting: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and The Host.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to reading them sometime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of reading: has anyone read that Bree Tanner book SMeyer put out?? I have it pulled up on my computer, so I'll probably read it online before I decide if I'm going to spend money on it. Bree seems like a really random choice to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Stephenie Meyer:&lt;/span&gt; For your next Twilight related book, can we get the human story of Edward? Or Emmett? Or any Cullen/main character for that matter? Great, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to have to close this sorta random post. I have to go try on my dress for the wedding. Let's hope it still fits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6520137356677838763?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6520137356677838763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6520137356677838763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6520137356677838763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6520137356677838763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-9169428070270507565</id><published>2010-05-26T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:36:27.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><title type='text'>The time where I rant and get angry at a fictional character.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm rereading Eclipse right now. I wanted to read it again before the movie came out, and since I'm going to start reading Harry Potter next week I thought I would squeeze some Eclipse action in this week.  I have this one little bone to pick with Bella Swan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the crap is it a big deal to get married to Edward Cullen?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she goes on to say that Charlie and Renee got married and then things got bad and blah blah blah. Here's what I have to say to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're not your momma. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's freaking Edward Cullen. Half of the world right now wants to marry Edward Cullen. (The other half is either straight men or Team Jacob. Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're going to spend the rest of your life with him anyways. So why not just get in a fancy wedding dress and have a party. You've already decided to be with him forever by making yourself a vampire (which seems a hella lot more intense than exchanging some wedding vows..), so why not just say all that jazz (well, maybe not the vampire part..) in front of your family. Seems pretty simple to me. Plus, this gets Edward off your back and then he will actually turn you. Seems like a win-win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm done with that now. Just, quit making a big deal Bella Swan. Freaking A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, both Edward and Jacob are making me mad right now. Don't tell my cousin. She doesn't need to know that Eddie is making me mad. I have a strong Team Edward loyalty to show off. (She's Team Jacob. One of them crazies..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-9169428070270507565?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/9169428070270507565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=9169428070270507565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/9169428070270507565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/9169428070270507565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-where-i-rant-and-get-angry-at.html' title='The time where I rant and get angry at a fictional character.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8524058027536539481</id><published>2010-05-20T22:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:11:19.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I should start off by saying that I hate cleaning with a mighty, mighty passion. I also hate unpacking about as much as I hate packing. But when I can't find clothes because they are still in trash bags from when I moved back home, something needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I started my version of "spring cleaning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After first tackling the 2 large trash bags of clothing that I had yet to unpack and putting them away, I decided that I should just go through all of my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Because, let's face it, I had a lot of clothing that was too small/I wasn't wearing.&lt;br /&gt;After going through 2 dresser drawers and half of my closet, I currently have refilled those 2 trash bags with clothes that will be taken to Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will handle the other part of my closet and the other 2 dresser drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I might even get to cleaning the other part of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the best things I found today in my closet:&lt;br /&gt;2 Dorothy dresses from past Halloween costumes&lt;br /&gt;1 dance costume from my dancing days when I was a young child&lt;br /&gt;annnnnnnd....&lt;br /&gt;1 Hanson poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allllllso..... I just joined Twitter. I held off as long as I could. So, you know, you can follow me if you so like: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cordray1"&gt;@cordray1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8524058027536539481?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8524058027536539481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8524058027536539481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8524058027536539481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8524058027536539481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6762838734364952105</id><published>2010-05-10T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:06:06.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye TSU. Hello Life.</title><content type='html'>I graduated from college Saturday. It still seems pretty weird to be done with all of it. I feel like this morning I should have woke up and made the walk to Barnett for World Geography and try to guess whether or not Wolfgang would be wearing his same black jeans again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about what I was going to write about for graduation for a while now. And it has changed 3 different times. Going from something funny, to something more serious, to something completely different. And since serious conversations tend to make me uncomfortable, I've decided to go with something a little light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things I Will Miss About You, Truman State University and Surrounding Kirksville:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Ophelia Parrish (the art building). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OP, I'll admit it, I really hated you there for a while. I loathed having to pry myself off of my couch to make the venture to you. And I sometimes hated every second of my visit. But you were my second home in KVegas. And for that, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Mighty MO.&lt;/span&gt; Ohhhh Mighty MO. When it came to dining hall food, you topped the list. With your 2 hamburgers and cheese and bun that was sometimes a little hard on the bottom, you were a little heart attack waiting to happen. But I loved every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Humans vs Zombies.&lt;/span&gt; You all are a crazy people. And intense as all get out. But you sure as hell were entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Pancake City.&lt;/span&gt; Or more commonly known by the college folk as "Shittys". Where else will I ever be able to go at 3 am to get me some Reese's pancakes with a side of bacon while still getting that hometown feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Winter.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone reading this who has lived in or visited Kirksville in the winter months is wondering why the crap this is on my list. Winters in KVille suck balls. It is cold and snowy and Truman never lets classes out. But it really was pretty. And I do love snow...as long as I don't have to walk anywhere in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Using the excuse "but I'm a college student.."&lt;/span&gt; Because, let's face it, I'm kind of a grown up now. But I will never act like one. So now I have to find another excuse for my immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Brother Jed.&lt;/span&gt; Bro Jed, you are a crazy, passionate man and I don't believe in everything you have to say. But everytime you came to campus I knew you were there before I even saw you. Because when there is loud yelling coming from one male voice and a crowd of college students surrounding that one male, it can only mean one thing: Brother Jed is in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. True Men.&lt;/span&gt; I'm really sad that I was only able to really see you guys twice this year. I could listen to you fells sing all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Hidden Treasures.&lt;/span&gt; My thrift store of choice. I visited you several times for several reasons. Whether it was for taking pictures for my photography class, getting the perfect plaid shirt for my awesome KStew ensemble, or just because I was bored and wanted to check things out, you always delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. College Life.&lt;/span&gt; I loved college. I loved the atmosphere. I loved walking through the quad on a nice day and seeing students laying on blankets or playing frisbee. I loved seeing students being passionate about whatever they were doing, whether it was in the classroom or at some other event. I will miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Truman State University, thanks for the lasat 4 years. They were some good times. I did some things that I will remember forever. I met some fantastic people that will remain friends for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good-bye TSU. I'll try to visit often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S-jW8Yn0CLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/j91QERrDHwo/s1600/121_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S-jW8Yn0CLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/j91QERrDHwo/s320/121_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469858080331401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3736076421823728359-6762838734364952105?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6762838734364952105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6762838734364952105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6762838734364952105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6762838734364952105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bye-tsu-hello-life.html' title='Good-bye TSU. Hello Life.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S-jW8Yn0CLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/j91QERrDHwo/s72-c/121_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6612460947818841021</id><published>2010-04-30T19:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:30:48.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><title type='text'>A quick, funny story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier, I was in the sculpture studio working on my 2 sculptures that are due Monday.With me in the studio are 2 other classmates, one who is an art major and one that I'm pretty sure is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl who is not says, "I hope to get all this done tonight." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note: she was fixing one sculpture that broke and seemed to have a lot to do on her other. She was not finishing tonight.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other art major and I looked at each other, smiled, and then I said, "I have never in my life said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then preceded to laugh, followed by, "I know. It's not that I wouldn't want it to happen. It just isn't feasible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we understand each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6612460947818841021?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6612460947818841021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6612460947818841021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6612460947818841021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6612460947818841021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-funny-story.html' title='A quick, funny story.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8712416124059603092</id><published>2010-04-25T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:10:31.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hum.</title><content type='html'>I am finished with my show. I'm finished with fibers (for now). I finished with having to worry about getting it done and finding time to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be bored. I have 5 other classes that I need to do homework in. I have a presentation and test tomorrow, a paper due Tuesday, and two sculptures that need to get done this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to do any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was sitting here wanting to get up and do something creative. I wanted to paint. I wanted to go take pictures. I wanted to decorate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't have a canvas.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining, thus making picture taking hard (plus, I don't have a fancy camera like I wish I did..).&lt;br /&gt;And I have nothing to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just sit around and paint all day, or go out and get a nice camera and take pictures, or buy a house and decorate it all up, I would be a happy camper. Life would be great. I could go to thrift stores and buy cheap crap and make it awesome and no one would know the difference. (I did this with the clock in our living room. It started out a nasty gold, but with a little bit of love and black paint, it looks awesome. It doesn't work, but at least it looks good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in order to get there, I have to do other things first. Like actually graduate from college. And then find a job. So I guess I should go study now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8712416124059603092?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8712416124059603092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8712416124059603092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8712416124059603092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8712416124059603092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/04/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4330561335768237878</id><published>2010-04-19T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:23:02.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things that made me smile this past week.</title><content type='html'>1. Walking out of the art building and instantly smelling flowers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping with my windows open and feeling the breeze coming through them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Visits from Erin!&lt;br /&gt;4. When Erin helps me on my projects when she comes and visits.&lt;br /&gt;5. The fact that my momma is an editor and can proofread my papers for me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Texting Taylor and telling him that he needs to cheer me up and without asking why he automatically goes into a weird/funny/gross story about his co-worker talking about how they are breeding their horses.&lt;br /&gt;7. Disney music.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tim Gunn.&lt;br /&gt;9. Playing Quidditch.&lt;br /&gt;10. Getting bruises on my legs from playing Quidditch&lt;br /&gt;11. Seeing Bill Nye.&lt;br /&gt;12. This hotsauce picture of Edward Cullen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S8vnmmOHGmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/nSVWAvZiX0I/s1600/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S8vnmmOHGmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/nSVWAvZiX0I/s320/eclipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713623397636706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ignore the other two people in this picture. They don't matter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;13. Jimmy Fallon&lt;br /&gt;14. My mom giving me $20 and telling Erin to "take me out" since she knew I have been stressed with my show.&lt;br /&gt;15. The Cardinals playing 20 innings.&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding out the Eclipse trailer will be on Oprahhhhhhhhhh on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;17. Joey Lawrence/Melissa Joan Hart movies on abcfamily that are sooooooooo predictable. This movie isn't even over yet and I already know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;18. Following a very skinny man who is doing a very nice runway style walk and is singing.&lt;br /&gt;19. My very happy new &lt;a href="http://webdesignledger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/ornate_1.jpg"&gt;light blue damask&lt;/a&gt; computer wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;20. Finishing my art show and getting it all hung up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S8vmpdIwvmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-oHdlR_LmcI/s1600/121_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S8vmpdIwvmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-oHdlR_LmcI/s320/121_0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461712572987260514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Close up pictures to come)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4330561335768237878?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4330561335768237878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4330561335768237878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4330561335768237878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4330561335768237878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-things-that-made-me-smile-this-past.html' title='20 things that made me smile this past week.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S8vnmmOHGmI/AAAAAAAAAdM/nSVWAvZiX0I/s72-c/eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7408390659196033744</id><published>2010-04-11T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:40:03.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A Letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear Rupert Grint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Remember how I have a large crush on you?? Well, I do. You and that red hair you have.  On this blog here, it may seem that my love of Rob overshadows my love for you, but trust. You're right up there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I save a lot of magazines. I'm kind of a hoarder. I fully expect to go on that show sometime in the future. Anyways, the magazines I keep are usually ones with either Harry Potter or Twilight as their main focus.  Obviously those are the only ones that matter. Well, the other day I decided to take another look at the Entertainment Weekly that features the lovely HP trio on the cover.  As I was re-reading the article, I realized that you and I need to be friends. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, you own an ice cream truck. Do you know how awesome this is?? It is beyond awesome. It is awesomesauce, if you will. You have a truck with a built-in cooler. Please tell me you keep that thing stocked up and have parties where you play music from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, you play the &lt;a href="http://department.monm.edu/chaplain/dreaming%20landscapesDidgeridooPlayer.jpg"&gt;didgeridoo&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be honest, I had to google image this to make sure of what it was. How the crap do you learn how to play this sort of instrument? It is this sort of randomness that I love and appreciate. You should play your didgeridoo, I'll whip out my saxophone, and we can make sweet music. (That would probably be a weird combination, but remember how we are being random??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, apparently you own a hover craft. I guess being Ron Weasley pays off. I feel like a hover craft is always something that rich people buy just because. And it seems like you did just that. Annnnnd I love you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get back to me. I think we could get along grandly. We can throw concerts and parties from that ice cream truck of yours and take rides in the hover craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-- (DH spoilers for all of you reading...) I have high hopes and expectations for you in Deathly Hallows. I want you to make me cry when you (read: Ron) leave. Or angry. I haven't decided yet. I think I want you to make me cry, and then make me angry. Either way, just be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7408390659196033744?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7408390659196033744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7408390659196033744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7408390659196033744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7408390659196033744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter.html' title='A Letter.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-2553337550822369685</id><published>2010-04-05T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:45:06.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily funny'/><title type='text'>My mom meets Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my mother has never seen Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;I never made her cause I knew she wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess now that opening sentence should be "my mother HAD never seen Twilight."&lt;br /&gt;Cause, today she watched part of it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is now playing on Showtime.&lt;br /&gt;And as I was looking for something to watch earlier today, I saw that it was playing.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I turned it on.&lt;br /&gt;Not too soon later, Momma got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;As she was sitting in the living room working on some stuff, she started to watch it with me.&lt;br /&gt;I should have introduced her to TLight earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have never laughed so much in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she started really paying attention was around the baseball scene.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite scenes of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;So, we're watching and I hear her giggling.&lt;br /&gt;And then Edward starts running. And she started to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;"Woah. He can run fast. Oh and he can throw the ball fast too."&lt;br /&gt;Next Cullen steps up to plate.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see if he can run fast too. Oh yep."&lt;br /&gt;Now when the bad vamps come into scene, my mother totally lost control of herself.&lt;br /&gt;When Laurent comes up with the baseball and says,&lt;br /&gt;"I believe this belongs to you."&lt;br /&gt;Momma started in.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen her laugh so hard at a movie in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Especially one where it wasn't made to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says random things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It is where I get it from I have determined.&lt;br /&gt;Put that with Twilight, and we have some real winning lines that I will now share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; Rosalie mark the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; He told her to mark the tree. She's wearing Bella's clothes so they can throw him off the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. I thought she was gonna have to pee on it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No Mom. They don't pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; They don't pee?! Ever?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; So how do you kill one of these vampires here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Rip 'em apart and burn the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; What?! What if you don't burn them? Is there just moving body parts laying around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I've wondered the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; What happened to just stabbing them with a wooden stake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone tried using garlic on these guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometime I could introduce her to New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-2553337550822369685?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/2553337550822369685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=2553337550822369685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2553337550822369685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2553337550822369685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mom-meets-twilight.html' title='My mom meets Twilight.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7468946093444327225</id><published>2010-03-29T21:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:49:23.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are awesome'/><title type='text'>Some things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello blog readers/people who may stumble here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You prolly shouldn't expect me to be around much in the next 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;My show opening is 3 weeks from tomorrow. Hanging is 3 weeks from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So things have to be finished 3 weeks from Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I fully plan to not sleep and/or bathe much in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Or eat any real food.&lt;br /&gt;But before I leave you for a while, I give you this bit of fun that I wrote in my Economics class while I was supposed to be watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this whole post is written on a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my Economics partner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I never pay attention in class. And therefore never know what we're doing during the in-class assignments where we are grouped together.  Maybe eventually I'll find it interesting.  But don't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Your Econ partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sick girl in my class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't come to class sick. I don't have time to be ill right now. You know what, feeling sick? Maybe you should go to the hospital. (Woah! Throwing some Jacob B. at you.) Anyways, you better not get me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Not sick girl in your class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Edward Cullen action figure,&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and bought you.  You should know I was a little intoxicated when I did. Anyways, I finally bring you home and what happens?? Your freaking head falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S7Fyn1Q6H2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/gQaCN0TlqIc/s1600/121_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S7Fyn1Q6H2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/gQaCN0TlqIc/s320/121_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454266652360843106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this mean I just have to "burn the pieces"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Taylor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love us. For a lot of reasons (remember &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-taylor-and-i-are-awesome.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?).  But today I love that you texted me to tell me Fuse was having 8 hours of Lady Gaga.  And I love that we then proceeded to text Gaga lyrics back and forth while I sat in class.  My favs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Rah rah rah ah ah. Rah ma rah ma ma. Gaga ooh la la. Want your bad romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU:&lt;/span&gt; some foreign words bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are there even foreign words in Bad Romance? I was seriously holding back laughter in class. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7468946093444327225?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7468946093444327225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7468946093444327225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7468946093444327225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7468946093444327225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-things.html' title='Some things.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S7Fyn1Q6H2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/gQaCN0TlqIc/s72-c/121_0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1856554465684792836</id><published>2010-03-25T22:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:02:30.109-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me Heidi Klum??</title><content type='html'>I love me some Project Runway.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching tonight's new episode. I missed it when it was first on earlier, so I had to watch when they played it again.&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't care...but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things to say about tonight's little session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I LOVED the challenge.  I would kill to create my own printed fabric. Well, I mean I guess I kinda already have...we have had printing lessons in my fibers classes. Can I please be a printed fabric designer?? This is my new career aspiration. For reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now on to the good stuff. I think they kicked the wrong person off. I love Anthony. A lot. He was crazy and so totally gay and I loved everything that came out of his mouth.  He has this fantastic personality that I really appreciate.  Now, I know that this is a design competition and not a personality competition, but I loved his designs as well. The fabric he made tonight was soooooooo nice. I liked the purple (Cause...you know...purple's cool&lt;em&gt;...(name it...first one wins)&lt;/em&gt;). I liked most of the dress. The shrug thing was weird and I think he could have left it off, but I liked the main part of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;Mila's dress on the other hand....what. the. frick? I did not appreciate. That was barely even a pattern. Wasn't their pattern a part of the challenge?? And the model couldn't even walk down the runway! That dress was not fab.  She isn't one of my favorites really anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Anthony gone, Seth Aaron is my new favorite. He's rocker and cool and crazy and different. I am rooting for you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-- My computer is sick again. :( This is no good. I am currently on my mom's computer that she brought up to me today when she had to come to town. But, she forgot the powercord. So I'm using my roommate's. I hope she doesn't mind. Mom's computer doesn't like to format this blogger business like my other one does. This is also no good. Maybe my computer will be fixed soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1856554465684792836?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1856554465684792836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1856554465684792836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1856554465684792836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1856554465684792836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-kidding-me-heidi-klum.html' title='Are you kidding me Heidi Klum??'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8964716920438185590</id><published>2010-03-19T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:07:07.217-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are awesome'/><title type='text'>Iron Chef.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and I are in love with Iron Chef.&lt;br /&gt;We watched it together a couple of times when I was home for spring break last week.&lt;br /&gt;We like it when the Asian dude gets really intense and into announcing the secret ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;We're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have only seen a couple of episodes where the iron chef loses.&lt;br /&gt;It hardly ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;They are too BA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I get this text from my mom:&lt;br /&gt;"Bobby Flay just got beat on Iron Chef"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Hold the phone. Bobby Flay never gets beat on Iron Chef.&lt;br /&gt;Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad I missed this episode.&lt;br /&gt;But really happy that my mom texted me and told me the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8964716920438185590?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8964716920438185590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8964716920438185590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8964716920438185590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8964716920438185590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/iron-chef_19.html' title='Iron Chef.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5441437494871957159</id><published>2010-03-16T19:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:47:16.499-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Just a Little Note.</title><content type='html'>KVegas Downtown Cinema 8,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Tub Time Machine&lt;/span&gt;.  I would much rather see this movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/span&gt;. You know, this little movie with 007 and this chick from that show Lost that I have never seen, and this really cute little girl. You should get that one instead.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also.....This guy's in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S6A7Ebq2vbI/AAAAAAAAAck/rGf3ZO8aNTk/s1600-h/normal_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S6A7Ebq2vbI/AAAAAAAAAck/rGf3ZO8aNTk/s320/normal_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449420496451321266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5441437494871957159?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5441437494871957159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5441437494871957159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5441437494871957159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5441437494871957159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-little-note.html' title='Just a Little Note.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S6A7Ebq2vbI/AAAAAAAAAck/rGf3ZO8aNTk/s72-c/normal_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-2076054169704442737</id><published>2010-03-13T19:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:09:44.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet fun times'/><title type='text'>Saturday Funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have kinda made a point here lately to laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughter is good for you.&lt;br /&gt;What did I laugh about today??&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this website where you can upload your photo and a photo of someone else and it shows what your baby will look like.&lt;br /&gt;They also have celebrities that you can choose from if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;I think we probably know where I'm going with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w9s_xIosI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QHBzWMoLc0w/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w9s_xIosI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QHBzWMoLc0w/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448297492452516546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see what our daughter would look like??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w99HXqmsI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n0Zkr9CHS7k/s1600-h/baby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w99HXqmsI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n0Zkr9CHS7k/s320/baby3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448297769371081410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she precious?&lt;br /&gt;Why do our children have weird mouths??&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently Zefron and I's kid wears weird hats...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w-rU84u6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/qHZ-RYQc1rE/s1600-h/babywb20100313062611oatcr0r473k6np07vljv9ajkh7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w-rU84u6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/qHZ-RYQc1rE/s320/babywb20100313062611oatcr0r473k6np07vljv9ajkh7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448298563290839970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much fun on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;One time Kaitlin told me that I should never be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-2076054169704442737?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/2076054169704442737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=2076054169704442737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2076054169704442737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2076054169704442737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-funny.html' title='Saturday Funny.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S5w9s_xIosI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QHBzWMoLc0w/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4362270398423423181</id><published>2010-03-07T00:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:43:58.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday when I was driving home, I stuck in my Patty Griffin cd.&lt;br /&gt;Um, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everytime I listen to her I wish I could play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Especially her song Chief.&lt;br /&gt;iTunes that shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-blisters-on-me-fingers.html"&gt; tried to learn guitar&lt;/a&gt; once.&lt;br /&gt;And by "tried", I mean Erin showed me some things one day and I learned to play Smelly Cat.&lt;br /&gt;This summer: It will happen.&lt;br /&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I listen to Michael Buble I miss playing my saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Michael Buble does this to me. And I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I should just bust out the sax one day.&lt;br /&gt;Break out the Crazy Train and Domino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I can't. stop. watching. &lt;a href="http://www.robertisbothered.com/"&gt;robertisbothered.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4362270398423423181?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4362270398423423181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4362270398423423181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4362270398423423181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4362270398423423181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/musics.html' title='Musics.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-2729270556828595142</id><published>2010-03-02T03:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:43:10.084-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Whitney writes..</title><content type='html'>Dear Jimmy Fallon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Seriously. When I heard that Rob Pattinson (my lover) was going to be on your show, I prayed to Jesus that a Bothered video would come out of the deal. Because those make me laugh every single time. And you fellows delivered one of the best ones yet. I fangirled slightly (ok....a lot..) when it started and laughed my bum off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney (who is not Bothered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Spring Break,&lt;br /&gt;You are next week. And I couldn't be any happier. This week sucks a big one. But I have a question, how are you still called spring break when there is still quite a bit of snow on the ground?? Doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kristen Stewart,&lt;br /&gt;First off, I have a random fact for you: if you get on imdb and just search for "KStew", it will automatically take you to your page. Be proud, cause that doesn't work for RPatz or TLaut. I found this out when I was too lazy to type your whole name and thought I would just try it out.&lt;br /&gt;Second, why is it that I find myself comparing some of my mannerisms to yours? Yesterday, I was on my computer on the couch and my roommate was sitting in the recliner. She couldn't see my face cause my screen was blocking her view.  Pretty soon, I see her peek her head around to look at me.  Apparently she thought I was asleep because I wasn't "fidgeting like I usually do". I know I fidget. It drives my mother crazy. But in that moment, I thought of you. And then, I was walking home from class today and caught myself biting my lip. Well...crap son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be twins,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Middle-of-the-Night Disney Channel,&lt;br /&gt;The best shows you have to offer come on in the middle of the night. Hello, Recess in on at 3. I would know. I watched it last week. And at about 3:30 this morning, I watched The Luck of the Irish. Which is one of the best Disney movies ever. Totally trumps High School Musical. Ryan Merriman...he was like my Zefron back in the day. Is it weird that I still remember that his name is Ryan Merriman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time we could get some Motocrossed. Or Double Teamed. Or Smart House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I forgot this dude's name is Seamus. Hey Erin, you should take Seamus and dance.&lt;br /&gt;PSS- This one chick looks like Bonnie from The Vampire Diaries. And her name is Bonnie on this movie too. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The Office,&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you how freaking excited I am about Thursday's episode? Sooooooooo excited. The Office baby is being born!! Jim and Pam will be parents!! Dwight and Michael will probably try to get in the middle of it and Dwight will come up with some weird baby delivery method from back in the Civil War days. Those are just a couple of predictions I have for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it will be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear New Blog Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Hello people reading my blog. Some of you I know (holla!) and some of you I don't know (holla! to you too.) You should leave me some commenting love. It's pretty chill around here. And random. You should expect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fun zone,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-2729270556828595142?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/2729270556828595142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=2729270556828595142&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2729270556828595142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/2729270556828595142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/03/whitney-writes.html' title='Whitney writes..'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7869349803393493556</id><published>2010-02-24T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:24:01.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Olympics have been on for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say I've really watched much of them.&lt;br /&gt;Momma will call and ask if I saw some event, and my response is always "no".&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of one event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;But the only event I have watched this whole Olympics is curling.&lt;br /&gt;It is on all. the. time.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not at all complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I am so fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;But I always tense up and get excited when they roll the rock down and it almost rolls out of the target.&lt;br /&gt;It is so entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Momma that I wanted to start a curling team.&lt;br /&gt;She has signed up for the person who rolls the rock.&lt;br /&gt;And then I posted it on Facebook, and Taylor, my sister, and my cousin have also signed up to be on the team.&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said we could go practice on the frozen ponds.&lt;br /&gt;Classy.&lt;br /&gt;I said we could use Swiffers for the sweeper things.&lt;br /&gt;Even classier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Olympics.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-501345207462743928</id><published>2010-02-20T16:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:07:42.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have this really irrational fear of letting other people cut my hair besides my one hairdresser back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the only one I will let cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Other people have styled my hair for prom, and I even let Kaitlin dye my hair once, but she is the only one to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would just wait until I got home for a long break to get a haircut, so I could go to the same person.&lt;br /&gt;But I was really needing a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;It was starting to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4BjG_mFI5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/876FcI303fQ/s1600-h/normal_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4BjG_mFI5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/876FcI303fQ/s320/normal_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440457321665078162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not that I don't love KStewie. I really do love her.&lt;br /&gt;But my hair was doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Kaitlin who she went to when she was here and went and made myself an appointment for today.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got my hairs cut. By someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I knew she would do fine.&lt;br /&gt;She is skilled and educated in the ways of her trade.&lt;br /&gt;But I always have this weird vision that they will chop off a big chunk of hair and totally screw me over.&lt;br /&gt;But she did good.&lt;br /&gt;I now have an actual hair style, and not just hair hanging on my head.&lt;br /&gt;And I got my bangs back! I missed them.&lt;br /&gt;So, chick at Color Me Red who's name I didn't catch...&lt;br /&gt;you did good.&lt;br /&gt;I will go to you again if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of KStew up there, have you seen these new pictures of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4Bp3DhXdVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-_ak4nLP7EI/s1600-h/normal_b007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4Bp3DhXdVI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-_ak4nLP7EI/s320/normal_b007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440464744422536530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4BqEu36s9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dBdcBmTO9OQ/s1600-h/normal_q019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4BqEu36s9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/dBdcBmTO9OQ/s320/normal_q019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440464979398144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is super cute and I want to be her friend.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe have her tell me how she got those awesome legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4BnFdVbwMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GJtzvZR38U0/s1600-h/normal_q019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-501345207462743928?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/501345207462743928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=501345207462743928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/501345207462743928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/501345207462743928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-hair.html' title='My hair.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S4BjG_mFI5I/AAAAAAAAAbM/876FcI303fQ/s72-c/normal_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5956448696675409584</id><published>2010-02-15T23:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:37:36.532-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Average Wizard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is no secret, I love me some Rob Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not really going to be getting into the whole "I'm allergic to vaginas" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't really know what to say to that....&lt;br /&gt;Rob is a crazy lad who says crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was on &lt;a href="http://averagewizard.com/"&gt;Average Wizard&lt;/a&gt; reading the awesomeness that fellow Harry Potter nerds like myself post on there.&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yesterday, my friends and I went to the Harry Potter exhibit in Boston. There was a section with Draco's quidditch robes, Oliver Wood's quidditch robes, and Cedric's. Usually with the costume captions, they say the character name and then the actor name. They left Cedric's actor name out. Take that, Robert. HPIM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this little post made me decide to get an account on Average Wizard, cause I had something to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;And you can only comment if you have an account.&lt;br /&gt;What was my comment? This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I actually saw this when it was in Chicago. The reason why they didn't have Rob's name is because he wasn't playing Cedric when those robes were used. Cedric never played Quidditch in Goblet of Fire. Those robes are from Prisoner of Azkaban, when Hufflepuff is playing Gryffindor before Harry falls from his broom. And that Cedric wasn't played by Robert."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I totally corrected this person.&lt;br /&gt;Just call me nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after other people had commented saying that I beat them to the punch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ha!)&lt;/span&gt;, someone posted this comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Well, still, Robert doesn't deserve to have his name listed among the greatest Hogwarts stars of all time. The traitor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah uh. You did not just call Rob a traitor. I didn't let this fly.&lt;br /&gt;My response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I reallllly don't think that makes him a traitor. Just makes him an actor doing his job..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Just because he has been in other movies does not make him a traitor.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wanted to start a fight with this person, not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;But since then, they haven't responded yet.&lt;br /&gt;And 5, yes 5, people have "downed" me.&lt;br /&gt;Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you Average Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5956448696675409584?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5956448696675409584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5956448696675409584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5956448696675409584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5956448696675409584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/02/average-wizard.html' title='Average Wizard.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4620627546480504308</id><published>2010-02-14T17:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:58:07.505-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are awesome'/><title type='text'>Why Taylor and I are awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday, some friends of ours had a 5 year wedding anniversary dance.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we went.&lt;br /&gt;And we danced the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at one point, we decided to have a little dance off with his cousin and her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really tell them about this dance off, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So while they were all dancing with each other all coupley, what were we doing?&lt;br /&gt;Fist pumping.&lt;br /&gt;A la J&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntXqvrMpdGc"&gt;ersey Shore style&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please note: I have never seen an episode of Jersey Shore. But I do know what a fist pump is, and it is my new favorite dance move.&lt;br /&gt;Fo reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when we were talking of our dance off, Taylor's brother asked us why we were fist pumping.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's response: Because we're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4620627546480504308?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4620627546480504308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4620627546480504308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>I Ain't Afraid of No Ghosts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is really random...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I walk to class I like to listen to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;And I also have very random music on said iPod.&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was walking back from class, the Ghostbuster's theme song came on.&lt;br /&gt;And it reminded me of elementary/middle school.&lt;br /&gt;When the skating rink was still open in town, we would go all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And whenever the Ghostbuster's theme song would play, everyone would skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you were doing, you stopped and headed to the rink to skate to that song.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random blast from the past for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5525297351980596819</id><published>2010-02-07T14:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:49:45.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>The Super Bowl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight is the Super Bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you excited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not gonna lie, my main reason for watching is to see the commercial for the Harry Potter theme park that will be shown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it can be currently found online, but I'm saving myself for the moment when it comes on the tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, apparently there is also a football game that happens as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a couple of times on here a long while back, I tried to guess the winners of the football games by seeing which quarterback I liked better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One time I did super awesome, and another time I sucked it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That took forevers to do cause I had to google image all of the players, so I gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now there are only 2 teams, so I'm bringing it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pick for the winner of the Super Bowl between the Colts and the Saint is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Colts' quarterback is Payton Manning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually knew that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not that big of a Manning fan (sorry Gooch.....) so he wasn't really up for my choice from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I looked up the Saints' quarterback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His name is Drew Brees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a Google image search, I found a picture of him with the actor that plays Carlton Banks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that helped me make my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carlton Banks=total win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Mr Brees and the New Orleans Saints, I will be semi-cheering for you tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor would be proud that I'm not cheering for the Colts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5525297351980596819?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5525297351980596819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5525297351980596819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5525297351980596819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5525297351980596819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-bowl.html' title='The Super Bowl.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8885462542553844436</id><published>2010-02-04T00:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:46:40.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>What I did today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I was walking to class when I saw the Red Cross van parked outside the Student Union.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That could only mean one thing...the blood drive was today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've donated blood a couple of times in the past, 2 of those 3 times resulting in bad events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once I almost passed out and once they couldn't get the blood to flow fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it had been a while so I thought about donating again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After thinking about it all afternoon, I finally mustered up the courage to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the best experience I have had while donating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently I had exceptional iron levels. At least that's what the dude told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be all the Flintstone's vitamins and semi-healthy foods I've been eating here lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, after they were finished with all the before stuff, I went to the little bed/table thing where you donate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They tried in my left arm first, since I'm right handed and all, but the blood wasn't flowing fast enough. This happened once before, remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So they moved on to my right arm and got it flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker...I hate needles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HATE them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And usually when I donate, I get dizzy and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But today....nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I realized that I have been drinking more water and had actually eaten breakfast this morning, so I was fully hydrated and had a good amount of food in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't hurt though that the dude taking care of me was nice to look at. And wore nice Ray Ban brand glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda like &lt;a href="http://shadesdaddy.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/robert-pattinson-2113.jpg"&gt;another dude&lt;/a&gt; who wears Ray Bans. Who is also nice to look at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after two needle pricks and some time, I donated my bloods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I feel so good about myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, today I bought more fabrics. Just for fun. From the $1.50 pile at WalMarks. I have fun ideas for pillows that will be made with this cheap fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8885462542553844436?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8885462542553844436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8885462542553844436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8885462542553844436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8885462542553844436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I did today.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7312459470154861659</id><published>2010-01-31T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:17:31.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some writer's block. And other things.</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I have to have a draft of my paper for my senior show done.  It is 10:17 pm on Sunday night and I currently just have the outline of the paper typed up.  And when I say "outline of the paper", I mean the one she gave me that is basically just a list of all the things I need to have in the paper.  I am stuck on the Artist Statement part.  Which is the first part.  So, to fix my problem, I'm doing something we would do in my high school college prep English class when we didn't know what to write about.  JSherm's freewriting exercise.  Where we write about whatever happens to come to our minds.  Just so you know, when I was a freshman in college, I had to write an artist statement and I didn't know what to write about then earlier.  So I did the freewriting business and thought something up.  So, apparently it works.  This will probably be a boring post, and I apologize.  But, I need to get something done and this seemed like the best thing.  I knew I started this blog for something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what the heck they want in this here artist statement.  I'm guessing it has to do with a reason as to why I am an artist or why I chose to go into fibers specifically.  To tell you the truth, I don't really know why I chose to be an artist.  It was just something I did.  I was a kid who liked to color and draw a lot.  And I still am.  I just liked to be creative, and was happy when I had something to show for my hard work other than a grade on a piece of paper.  I liked working with my hands and seeing things come together.  I enjoy taking the time to make things pretty.  I know some/most artists have a big reason for making a piece, but my main reason for doing something the way I do it is because I thought it looks nicer that way.  But, they don't necessarily want to hear that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I chose fibers is an easier question to answer.  It is simple really.  Fiber art was just something I had never done before, and I was interested in it.  I mean, I had sewed clothing before in 4H, but making quilts and wallhangings was new to me.  I had made paintings and I had worked with ceramics and sculpture things.  But making art out of fibers was something I wasn't familiar with, so I thought I would try it out and see what came of it.  I ended up really liking the techniques, so I stuck with it.  And here I am.  Three years later.  Creating a show and trying to come up with a paper to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Momma about my writer's block just now, and she asked me if there were any artists that made me interested in becoming an artist.  I felt weird when I said no.  In high school we had no art history.  At all.  It was something the teacher would threaten us with if we were bad in class.  (Side note: Since I have been to college and have had education classes, this is not something I plan to do...)  I didn't have my first real art history lesson until I was in college.  I mean, I knew some artists obviously, but I didn't really know much and none really had any effect on me or my art.  I find that sad now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know it might not seem like it, but this was rather helpful.  At least I have somewhat of a start on what to write about.  Tomorrow I will probably look at it and change the whole thing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am currently on my second Harry Potter movie for the night.  Started out with some Sorceror's Stone and now I've moved on to Chamber of Secrets.  I'm not really watching, just having it on for some background noise.  It is my research and preparation for Talk Like the British Day on Friday.  Apparently it is a facebook event.  One that I am excited about and def participating in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also also, I swiped my momma's computer for the week.  My uncle thinks mine has a virus on it, so he is taking it into work to have people there look at it and hopefully fix it.  So now I'm on mom's since she has a fancy Mac laptop that she brings home from work to use.  And I have already made this computer my own for the week.  If you look at the web history, you see this site, facebook, Letters to Twilight, Average Wizard, and Texts from Last Night.  And to make myself feel better about not having my computer and having to write a paper, I changed the background to a Vanity Fair Rob picture.  Cause he was the Hotness in that photoshoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I commend you if you read through this entire post.  You are officially my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7312459470154861659?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7312459470154861659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7312459470154861659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7312459470154861659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7312459470154861659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-writers-block-and-other-things.html' title='Some writer&apos;s block. And other things.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6250545613486057811</id><published>2010-01-28T23:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:24:39.909-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter and the Twilight Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Twilight Saga. (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(JK Rowling's next novel...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually I want to make this HP and the TS series more of a discussion between the two.  I feel like they get compared a lot and people from the HP fandom don't like Twilight, and vice versa. But for now, I'll take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to start this out by talking about the trivia night I went to this past week.  It was Harry Potter and Twilight themed.  Just my thing, right? Well, it was.  For their trivia nights, you are on a team and answer a series of questions as a team.  I went there without a team, just wanting to see how it was.  Well, I was standing in the back of the room texting Taylor when this girl came up to me and asked if I wanted to be on her team because her other team members weren't showing up.  So I sat down beside her and we began talking when other people she knew came in and sat down with us.  We had our team. Team Hogforks.  We went around the table saying what year we were in college. All the other girls were freshmen. I'm a senior. Yeah. I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was the best member of our team. Not that I'm bragging or anything. But it's true. The first round was all about Harry Potter. The first question: What kind of car does Mr Weasley have? Well, duh. It is obviously the Ford Anglia. Everyone else was so amazed that I knew this answer. I mean, I did happen to &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-time-i-saw-rons-yule-ball-get-up.html"&gt;see it and all....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the HP questions were quite hard. Seriously. I don't know Nearly Headless Nick's last name. Or what vault the Sorceror's Stone is in. But, I did know that Dumbledore taught Transfiguration. Everyone else thought DaDA. Please. We managed to get 14/20 questions right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to talk about Round 2. It was random trivia. And was hard as all get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: Twilight. I'm not going to lie. I was a little upset when I knew more Twilight questions than I did Harry Potter. But we'll get to that at a later time.  The Twilight questions were eaaaaaasy. Since I was writing our answers down, a lot of the time I wouldn't even converse with the other members of my group. I would just go ahead and answer. We got a total of 18/20 right here. We didn't know how old Carlisle is (300 and something apparently) and we didn't know what Bella was surprised to see in the Cullen house (A wooden cross. We guessed a kitchen. Makes sense right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went ahead and asked a tie-breaker question in case it was needed. What was the question? Name all of the Horcruxes. I had this in the bag. I can tell you not only what all the Horcruxes are, but who destroyed them and how. It didn't occur to me until I was talking to Erin about it later that I ended up writing them down in the order in which they were destroyed. I am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we got technically got 4th. There was a tie for second place, and then us. But, we were only 4 questions behind the 1st place winners, so it was pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am currently still computerless. I checked this computer out from campus. I want mine back. I checked out a computer last weekend as well. And I may or may not have (but definitely did) save a picture of R. Pattinson on the desktop and forgot to delete it before I turned it in. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6250545613486057811?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6250545613486057811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6250545613486057811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6250545613486057811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6250545613486057811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/harry-potter-and-twilight-saga-part-1.html' title='Harry Potter and the Twilight Saga. (Part 1)'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4861505530800520807</id><published>2010-01-23T20:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:49:45.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MTV kind of went downhill.&lt;br /&gt;Remember TRL?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming home after school and watching it to see if the latest Backstreet Boys song made the number one video of the day.&lt;br /&gt;And now MTV, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; Television, is no longer playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; music.&lt;br /&gt;But, they do have quite the range of scripted shows.&lt;br /&gt;Is Next still on?&lt;br /&gt;Or Parental Control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was flipping through the channels the other night, I found this new show on MTV that made me actually watch the channel that I hadn't watched in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;It's called The Buried Life.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the idea of the show.&lt;br /&gt;These four boys are going across the US and completing things on their Life Lists.&lt;br /&gt;And for everything they do on their list, they help someone else complete something on theirs.&lt;br /&gt;The episode I watched the other day happened to be the Pilot episode.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing they wanted to do was attend a party at the Playboy mansion.&lt;br /&gt;Two of the boys dressed up like Oompa Loompas (don't ask questions...) and hid in a large cake that they actually got into the mansion by saying that it was a prop for the party.&lt;br /&gt;The other two tried to get in by acting like some celebrity. They however did not get in.&lt;br /&gt;After the Oompa Loompa dudes came out of the cake, they totally partied and nobody even noticed.&lt;br /&gt;To help someone else, the boys raised money and bought a new computer for a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the first episode of this show, I might actually watch MTV again.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a really cool idea.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people, &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-my-favorite-people.html"&gt;myself included&lt;/a&gt;, make life lists.&lt;br /&gt;But how many people actually go out and do anything to achieve those goals?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that these boys are making sure to achieve their goals and help others achieve their goals as well is really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4861505530800520807?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4861505530800520807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4861505530800520807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4861505530800520807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4861505530800520807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/mtv.html' title='MTV.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8071413136291754917</id><published>2010-01-23T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:28:04.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My computer is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As in it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;After you turn it on, it automatically freezes.&lt;br /&gt;No good.&lt;br /&gt;So I took it to the tech people on campus yesterday so they could look at it and hopefully fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, they don't really know what's wrong with it either.&lt;br /&gt;After two people looking at it, we came to the conclusion that I would bring it back next week so I could check it in to them and they could look at it for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;So, how am I typing this to you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I checked out a computer from the tech people for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I want my computer back that has all of my stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my iTunes library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...Did you watch the Hope for Haiti telethon?&lt;br /&gt;I only caught the end of it cause I was out with my sister and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, catch some of the performances online.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Grizzly Adams Rob.&lt;br /&gt;I do very much like the beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S1stj6eQfDI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBEKElK_EYs/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S1stj6eQfDI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBEKElK_EYs/s320/018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429983870740102194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Justin Timberlake. I love you. And your amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8071413136291754917?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8071413136291754917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8071413136291754917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8071413136291754917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8071413136291754917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-computer.html' title='My computer.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S1stj6eQfDI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBEKElK_EYs/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6332284629050966937</id><published>2010-01-20T11:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:09:16.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired of winter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of having to wear my boots everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I didn't wear my boots two days because I was tired of wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell both of those two days, so now I'm back to wearing the boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of wearing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that pants are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear dresses and skirts and tights.&lt;br /&gt;And not be confined in these jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my black leggings.&lt;br /&gt;I think I left them back home.&lt;br /&gt;I want them back so I can wear them, if the weather ever cooperates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wear a dress today.&lt;br /&gt;With a pair of tights.&lt;br /&gt;But then I woke up to it thundering and raining/freezing rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go back to wearing jeans and boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Please come out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Wow. Sorry for such a depressing post. I realize there are more pressing problems in the world than the fact that it was freezing rain in Missouri. Like the situation in Haiti. And the fact that they had yet another earthquake this morning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6332284629050966937?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6332284629050966937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6332284629050966937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6332284629050966937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6332284629050966937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/weather.html' title='The weather.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7882988176457242874</id><published>2010-01-14T22:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:55:35.105-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Beginning of the semester.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first week of my last semester of an undergrad ends tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will now provide you with a list of thoughts/happenings of this first week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am stressed already.&lt;br /&gt;Senior show, 20 to 30 page paper that goes with the senior show, other papers for other classes.  Poop.  Don't expect to see me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have 2 classes that I am really super excited for.&lt;br /&gt;First, there's my Children's Literature class.  I get to look at and talk about children's book illustrations, which will be fun times.  But I can't read Harry Potter. She said we had to branch out and read things we haven't read before.  You think I could lie and still read it??&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have my American Cultural History class that Erin found for me.  I'm pretty sure it was made for me. Today we talked about manhood in American and how it has changed. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My Economics and Geography classes will suck.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor had to take Economics for his business degree (obviously) and when I asked him to tell me that it doesn't suck, he told me "yeah, it pretty much sucks". Thanks darling.&lt;br /&gt;But my geography professor has &lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/89yn9JsVO6RpdUAo2WBOuPKOl4njW0fXn-hyQMPyDrn3FTvqtnpalGTEXciiuBAoM3zsjctGnrXuZVgDY10pEpEvewTBAnz4/SarcasmSign.jpg"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt; fashion sense.  When I was describing him to Kaitlin I told her that "he dresses like RPatz on a bad day".&lt;br /&gt;Truth number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I went to the rec yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever go there. But after class yesterday, I made the walk there.  Worked on the exercise bike a little bit.  Fun times.  Will prolly go back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My Tuesday/Thursdays will be long.&lt;br /&gt;I have class from 10:30 until 6.  Two 3 hour studio classes (sculpture and fibers) and then my hour and a half long history class.  They are longgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) I busted my bum today and didn't break anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, it was warm so some of the snow melted.&lt;br /&gt;Last night it was cold, so it froze again.&lt;br /&gt;Today Whitney walked on it, so she fell.&lt;br /&gt;When I went down, I thought of Bella Swan.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of how I think too much about Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0_0L-XIqoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3Sl_B0gOKHM/s1600-h/normal_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0_0L-XIqoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3Sl_B0gOKHM/s320/normal_0550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426824562560510594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;("Ice doesn't help the uncoordinated."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth number 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.  A little break down of my first week back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch some of The Office on my computer here.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7882988176457242874?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7882988176457242874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7882988176457242874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7882988176457242874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7882988176457242874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/beginning-of-semester.html' title='Beginning of the semester.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0_0L-XIqoI/AAAAAAAAAaU/3Sl_B0gOKHM/s72-c/normal_0550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7337416512548098363</id><published>2010-01-11T21:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:15:54.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schtuff I make'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Photog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the Creative Photography class I took last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It cost a lot of money, but was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;After I finished taking all of the pictures I needed for my project, I had some film and paper left over. So, I drove around town taking pictures of fun things I found. Or, I looked back over my contact sheets from my project and printed some that I liked that didn't really fit with my project concept.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of those fun images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnlwXUlhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/I-fzU-rMRv4/s1600-h/photog+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnlwXUlhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/I-fzU-rMRv4/s320/photog+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425684811921790482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0voVmRbt_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/evz_FxP9Jms/s1600-h/photog+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0voVmRbt_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/evz_FxP9Jms/s320/photog+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685633846458354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vn4mIYptI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-OWma2C_JZM/s1600-h/photog+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vn4mIYptI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-OWma2C_JZM/s320/photog+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685135592302290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnzGNbgDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NBhC8qHcjPw/s1600-h/photog+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnzGNbgDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NBhC8qHcjPw/s320/photog+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425685041124180018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnsR07o5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/s19OYC1QW-Y/s1600-h/photog+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnsR07o5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/s19OYC1QW-Y/s320/photog+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425684923983569810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on going to the Salvation Army soon to see if they have cheap frames that I could paint and fix up to frame some of my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I plan on posting my pictures I turned in for my final.&lt;br /&gt;I took about 20 minutes today scanning and cropping all 15 of them.&lt;br /&gt;So, expect fun posts soon. I will break it up and not post all 15 at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7337416512548098363?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7337416512548098363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7337416512548098363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7337416512548098363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7337416512548098363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/photog.html' title='Photog'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0vnlwXUlhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/I-fzU-rMRv4/s72-c/photog+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7409327161384933360</id><published>2010-01-06T15:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:25:38.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schtuff I make'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional boyfriends'/><title type='text'>(insert catchy title here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is about two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I enjoy it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I finished Catching Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It only took me 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to wait until August (I believe..) for the next and final book.&lt;br /&gt;I've never had to wait for the next book of a series before.&lt;br /&gt;I waited to read Harry Potter until they were all out.&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally gave in and read Twilight, they were all out too.&lt;br /&gt;So this is a new experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I "officially" added Peeta Mellark to my list of fictional boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized who I was picturing as Peeta Mellark.&lt;br /&gt;This cat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sz49TyhjLTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ncMaqMWa7IY/s1600-h/pic-of-paul-wesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sz49TyhjLTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ncMaqMWa7IY/s320/pic-of-paul-wesley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421838411589954866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But with blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Peeta has blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't know, this is Paul Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;Who plays Stefan Salvatore, another one of my fictional boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to note that I have made 2 Harry Potter references when reading these books.&lt;br /&gt;1) When it comes down to it and either Harry or Voldemort has to kill each other.&lt;br /&gt;"Neither can life while the other survives".&lt;br /&gt;Totally thought that the entire time I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How Harry and Cedric feel about the Triwizard Tournament is like how some tributes feel about the Hunger Games.&lt;br /&gt;Because, some of the tributes have been preparing for this and see it as an honor, while others see it as a death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Like how Cedric finds it an honor to be a Triwizard champion, but Harry is not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next order of business:&lt;br /&gt;I made Taylor's nephew a Harry Potter shirt for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;At his grandma's, they all draw names.&lt;br /&gt;And since I've been around forevers, I get to get in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;Every year I pray for a child, cause they are fun and easy to buy for.&lt;br /&gt;And every year, I pretty much get one.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I got his nephew.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Taylor is just now getting into Harry Potter. The rest of the family, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;I took it upon myself to introduce his one year old nephew to HP greatness.&lt;br /&gt;By making him this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0T9oQqMVGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tIrHibnAywY/s1600-h/christmas+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0T9oQqMVGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/tIrHibnAywY/s320/christmas+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423738719369450594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0T9_rJKNqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fP4gdGJyJys/s1600-h/christmas+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/S0T9_rJKNqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fP4gdGJyJys/s320/christmas+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739121615648418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;Success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7409327161384933360?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7409327161384933360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7409327161384933360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7409327161384933360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7409327161384933360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/insert-catchy-title-here.html' title='(insert catchy title here)'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sz49TyhjLTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ncMaqMWa7IY/s72-c/pic-of-paul-wesley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-370140659053246434</id><published>2010-01-03T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:52:09.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New year goals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my last post, I talked about things that happened this past year.&lt;br /&gt;And I said I was going to talk about what I want to do this new year, but kinda didn't really get to it.&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Start eating healthier.&lt;br /&gt;I eat out way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love my McDonald's food.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am going to slow down with that.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to only get fast food on Sundays after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lessen the soda intake.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pepper and I are also friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I drink a lot of it when I am at school.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of drinking soda, I'm switching to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Visit the rec a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;In the four years that I have attended this university, I can count on one hand the number of times I have been to the Rec Center.&lt;br /&gt;And at least one of those times was when they gave the tour freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm paying for it, might as well use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do better spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;I go to church every week.&lt;br /&gt;It is how I like to start the week off.&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel I do very little during the week to keep up with that.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to do better.&lt;br /&gt;I want to set aside time during the day everyday to read the Bible and pray.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how many times I have heard people say to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you're Catholic. That means you don't have to read the Bible."&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hearing it, so I'm gonna change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my goals for the year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-370140659053246434?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/370140659053246434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=370140659053246434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/370140659053246434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/370140659053246434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-goals.html' title='New year goals.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6628060312382516994</id><published>2010-01-01T11:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:04:19.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy new year all!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was spent doing fun things.&lt;br /&gt;Mine was spent playing cards with Taylor's family.&lt;br /&gt;And then heading back to his house to play some Mario on Wii.&lt;br /&gt;We love that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thought I would look over some schtuff I did this year.&lt;br /&gt;And make plans for the future year.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a list of some fun things things that I did this year.&lt;br /&gt;And blogged about.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since March.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when this blog was started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-reviews.html"&gt;1) I watched Rupert and Rob movies.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And told my thoughts on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/03/yep.html"&gt;2) I bought Twilight.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the awesomeness it contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I talked about &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-robert-pattinson.html"&gt;Mr Robert Pattinson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-kristin-stewart.html"&gt;Miss Kristen Stewart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And how I really do like both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-da-hale_14.html"&gt;4) I pondered what Taylor was getting me for my birthday.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say something is "better than Rob", you have to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter_22.html"&gt;5) My sister revealed she is Team Jacob.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-balls-story.html"&gt;6) My cousin may or may not have seen Rob Pattinson.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still shocked by this.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it wasn't him, I pretend that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/07/weasley-is-my-king.html"&gt;7) I saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the amazing awesomeness it contained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-time-i-saw-rons-yule-ball-get-up.html"&gt;8) I ventured to Chicago.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the best trips ever.&lt;br /&gt;With some of my favorite people ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/08/success.html"&gt;9) I got Taylor into Harry Potter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I am awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks the movies are better than the books, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-day.html"&gt;10) I talked about my younger days on my grandpa's farm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite places to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-about-my-senior-show-is-kinda.html"&gt;11) I got scared by my senior show.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I still am.&lt;br /&gt;That happens this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-da-hale.html"&gt;12) Rob and Kristen got engaged.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/09/vampires-spiders-and-theme-parks-oh-my.html"&gt;13) I became a fan of vampires.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-blisters-on-me-fingers.html"&gt;14) Erin "taught" me guitar.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I still can't play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-something-for-your-ears.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I created an awesome playlist.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  It is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-i-just-built-fort-on-friday-what-did.html"&gt;16) Erin and I built a fort.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyday-should-be-like-halloween.html"&gt;17) I had an awesome Halloween.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some awesome costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-do-to-my-friends.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I made fun things for my friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/whoooooooooot.html"&gt;19) Saw New Moon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cried.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-were-cool.html"&gt;20) Started a TLight blog with Erin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you&lt;a href="http://thelifeofthetlightstars.blogspot.com"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;checked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunger-games.html"&gt;21) Read The Hunger Games.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fell for Peeta Mellark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.  Some fun things that happened in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;2010 starts some new things.&lt;br /&gt;I graduate in May.  Start grad school in August&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote just came to my head:&lt;br /&gt;"1999. The year of Joey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6628060312382516994?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6628060312382516994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6628060312382516994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6628060312382516994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6628060312382516994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-819018864842035277</id><published>2009-12-29T13:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:59:38.403-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional boyfriends'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Christmas, I gave my momma a list of 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;Converse high tops, a DVD player, and the book The Hunger Games.&lt;br /&gt;She was awesome and got me all three things, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Christmas night, I started reading my new book.&lt;br /&gt;I just read a chapter before bed cause it was Christmas and I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I read a couple more chapters.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I read half the book.&lt;br /&gt;And then I finished it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Um, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been this into reading a book since I read Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically Breaking Dawn, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was going to wait to get the second book, Catching Fire, until we went shopping on Thursday, but I couldn't wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Btown and got it today.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out from my momma that she already bought it for me for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;She said she thought she was going to be on top of things and ahead of herself.  Guess she didn't figure that I would read this one so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Peeta Mellark is quickly making his way to my list of fictional boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;He'd be joining some pretty awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Ed and Jim Halpert and all.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a good party to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-819018864842035277?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/819018864842035277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=819018864842035277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/819018864842035277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/819018864842035277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-7386062662076689434</id><published>2009-12-22T12:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:10:39.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Twi-nerd moment of the week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yo, I'm getting ready to do some spoiling right now.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are one of the 5 people in the world who hasn't read Breaking Dawn and HP and the Deathly Hallows, I'd stop reading now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day in the shower &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I have my best/most random thoughts in the shower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking about Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;It is best to not ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the main thought I was having was about the name "Renesmee".&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird name, right?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, she's a weird baby, so she deserves a weird name, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I was thinking about Edward's thoughts on this name.&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel that at the time it was brought up as a possibility, he didn't really think the baby and probably Bella would live.&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, he wouldn't have to deal with his child being named "Renesmee".&lt;br /&gt;And why bring up the stupidity of the name with your dying wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I started thinking about after Renesmee was born and everyone was all good and living.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you Edward was all crazy then.&lt;br /&gt;Cause now he has to live with the fact that his kid is named Renesmee.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he was all like, "Ahh poops.*  Now we have to actually call the kid that now.  I thought she was only kidding at first but apparently this is for real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think this is what Ginny Weasley-Potter thought as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty positive she thought Harry was only joking when he suggested Albus Severus for their child's name.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out a little too late that he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yeah, Ed Cullen totally says "Ahh poops".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-7386062662076689434?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/7386062662076689434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=7386062662076689434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7386062662076689434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/7386062662076689434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/twi-nerd-moment-of-week.html' title='Twi-nerd moment of the week.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-702060419707730488</id><published>2009-12-17T14:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:05:32.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sometimes I wear purple tights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sysj_FsXcoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/B7AiBIlYksI/s1600-h/schtuff+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sysj_FsXcoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/B7AiBIlYksI/s320/schtuff+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416462543610147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma's gonna think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sometimes I think I should always wear a sign that says "I'm an art major."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was out taking pictures.  For my project I have been going to thrift stores.  But after I did all that, I had some film left over.  So I drove around town taking pictures of things I found.  People kept looking at me.  I did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Sometimes I wear dresses in the middle of December because I don't want to put on real pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants are overrated.  And leggings are more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wore a dress today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sometimes I laugh at little Whitney and Abby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SyskdajNADI/AAAAAAAAAY0/txiF_LT31p8/s1600-h/favorites+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SyskdajNADI/AAAAAAAAAY0/txiF_LT31p8/s320/favorites+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416463064604934194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see how cute we were?!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I've liked plaid since the beginning of my years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Sometimes I take fun pictures for Photography class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a long post of some of them this weekend sometime.&lt;br /&gt;I also just wanted to say, I don't like being in the dark room by myself late at night.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first to admit to you that I am scared of the dark.  And I have quite the imagination.  So being in the dark for long hours at nighttime is scary business.  I scared myself more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Sometimes I make fun things for Taylor's family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what it is yet in case someone stumble upon this here blog I have.&lt;br /&gt;But just know, it is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, I will reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-702060419707730488?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/702060419707730488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=702060419707730488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/702060419707730488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/702060419707730488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i.html' title='Sometimes I.....'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sysj_FsXcoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/B7AiBIlYksI/s72-c/schtuff+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6856747919641015215</id><published>2009-12-16T00:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:58:38.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/loves.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; lovely dress I found and fell in love with?&lt;br /&gt;And decided that if I got moneys for Christmas I would buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got back on Modcloth, and it is out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently other people thought it was fantastic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very sad lady right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I found another one similar that I like too.&lt;br /&gt;Although, it will probably be sold out soon as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6856747919641015215?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6856747919641015215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6856747919641015215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6856747919641015215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6856747919641015215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-face.html' title='Sad face.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1552102001198346505</id><published>2009-12-14T19:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:08:48.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sing-Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm...yes please.&lt;br /&gt;After their opening song I was already in love.&lt;br /&gt;I mean..you sing some Queen and you pretty much have me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds as a judge?!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I love me some Ben Folds.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Erin letting me borrow her cd.&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin and I think he should just sing us his critiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love A Capella groups.&lt;br /&gt;True Men, the all male A Capella group on campus, had their winter concert Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I could listen to them sing all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for Christmas break is to watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;I missed this season because of class and all, so I'm definitely going to catch up when I'm sitting at home with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well now that I have supplied you with a randomtastic post, I have finals to study for.&lt;br /&gt;Boo finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1552102001198346505?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1552102001198346505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1552102001198346505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1552102001198346505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1552102001198346505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/sing-off.html' title='The Sing-Off.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-6152084555184122168</id><published>2009-12-13T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:13:15.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Taylor Lautner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.  I just finished watching you on Saturday Night Live.  Yeah, I had to watch it a day later.  Sorry, but I have other things to do on Saturday nights than watch tv.  That's why I'm thankful for hulu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanted to say you were brilliant.  Really.  I hadn't watched an episode of SNL all the way through for a really long time.  Now I'm starting to wonder why.  You brought the funny.  And the karate/ninja moves.  Those were sweet.  Plus, you totally made fun of Twilight.  And yourself.  Which calls for total win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you know, thanks for making me laugh.  Thanks for making out with a picture of Edward Cullen.  Thanks for making me realize how awesome SNL is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-- When are you going to start talking Rob into hosting the show??  I'm trusting you to get on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-6152084555184122168?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/6152084555184122168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=6152084555184122168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6152084555184122168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/6152084555184122168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter.html' title='Letter'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4340006184695796075</id><published>2009-12-10T18:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:26:48.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I am cold.  Freezing to be exact.  When I get a text from Taylor at 7 in the morning when he is up for work saying that it is 2 degrees outside, I don't want to get out of bed.  That actually happened yesterday.  And I actually stayed in bed until I absolutely had to get up and walk to class.  Brrrrrrrr it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have snow here.  It snowed a lot a couple of days ago.  I mean, if I didn't have to walk to class and all, I would love the snow.  It is really pretty.  I like to go and play and have snowball fights and build snowmen.  But instead, I have to freeze as I walk to class.  Maybe over Christmas break I can enjoy the snow more.  Actually, I probably will go and play in it over break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go take pictures of all the decorations and snow and everything.  This photography class has taught me how much I like to take pictures of things.  I will have to use my little digital camera for this outing though, since my film camera I use for my class is only black and white.  And I feel that color pictures will work better for showing the fancy lights and everything.  I may do this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little apartment is all dressed up for the holiday.  We have the little tree in the living room and the lights up and bows.  Last Christmas time, Mom gave me a little Charlie Brown tree.  I put it up in my room so I can feel the holiday spirit in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SyKUGdrAiBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q7R7EWrYDyc/s1600-h/schtuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SyKUGdrAiBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q7R7EWrYDyc/s320/schtuff+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414052540817901586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, hello Robert Pattinson in my magazine basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it weird that it was like 30 degrees today, and I found that kinda warm??  And found it not necessary to wear a coat or boots??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4340006184695796075?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4340006184695796075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4340006184695796075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4340006184695796075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4340006184695796075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SyKUGdrAiBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q7R7EWrYDyc/s72-c/schtuff+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1244992955535897229</id><published>2009-12-07T20:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:28:23.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Harry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sx3_NEoYx3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/KGGVg-AUOeI/s1600-h/schtuff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sx3_NEoYx3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/KGGVg-AUOeI/s320/schtuff+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412762927215724402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;Schveet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastings, the all around entertainment store in this here town, was not having a midnight party for the release of the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;I was not a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;When Erin and I went to ask, we mentioned that they had a midnight opening for Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;The worker girl thought it was only fair then for them to have one for Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, after asking two other people, we came to the conclusion that they were not.&lt;br /&gt;Come on!&lt;br /&gt;It's Harry Potter people!&lt;br /&gt;You're in a college town!&lt;br /&gt;Where most of those students are probably Harry Potter nerds!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Twilight is more important to Hastings.&lt;br /&gt;Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, WalMarks had it, so we're all good.&lt;br /&gt;Although the chick putting them out was a little crazy and slightly rude.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this close&lt;/span&gt; (really close) to just snatching one up out of the box and going with it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've got it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still a little upset that people aren't giving it as much attention as they did Twilight or will New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll talk about that more at a later time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1244992955535897229?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1244992955535897229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1244992955535897229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1244992955535897229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1244992955535897229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/harry.html' title='Harry.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sx3_NEoYx3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/KGGVg-AUOeI/s72-c/schtuff+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4949319927121444933</id><published>2009-12-05T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:33:05.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have found a new love in online clothing browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, I've done it before. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;modcloth.com&lt;/a&gt; here recently.&lt;br /&gt;And I love to look at their dresses.&lt;br /&gt;They are really cute and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And I just found this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxn5HP1rWwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AtS-Zt6S1hQ/s1600-h/9747-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxn5HP1rWwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AtS-Zt6S1hQ/s320/9747-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411630330168433410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this dress so so so so bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's houndstooth and really cute and I want it.&lt;br /&gt;I can already see myself pairing it with tights and looking all cute.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is around $50.&lt;br /&gt;Which is 50 more dollars that I have to spend on a dress right now.&lt;br /&gt;And I am extremely saddened by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get some moneys for Christmas and I can buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4949319927121444933?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4949319927121444933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4949319927121444933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4949319927121444933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4949319927121444933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/loves.html' title='Loves.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxn5HP1rWwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AtS-Zt6S1hQ/s72-c/9747-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-5257685571017991131</id><published>2009-12-03T01:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:28:36.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>Thanks Erin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erin let me borrow her computer for my iMovie project.&lt;br /&gt;Since she has a mac, and I don't.&lt;br /&gt;And when I get on Erin's computer, I have to hit up photobooth.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is always fun times.&lt;br /&gt;This is what Kaitlin and I did when I was supposed to be working on my project and Erin was in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdnx9yx7DI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_N2FVKD2KSk/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdnx9yx7DI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_N2FVKD2KSk/s320/Photo+68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410907585407740978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdm44to-1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/0GSRupJJjpc/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdm44to-1I/AAAAAAAAAVs/0GSRupJJjpc/s320/Photo+63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410906604791462738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdoc_mPgBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EOg46PwPcnA/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdoc_mPgBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EOg46PwPcnA/s320/Photo+76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410908324626399250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SxdnOxbhs6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Mdw21SuuQKw/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SxdnOxbhs6I/AAAAAAAAAWE/Mdw21SuuQKw/s320/Photo+71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410906980793562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SxdnGDYP2NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ag_7YpkCSVs/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SxdnGDYP2NI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ag_7YpkCSVs/s320/Photo+69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410906830992824530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdm-uzbbDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QyWl21BIAHA/s1600-h/Photo+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdm-uzbbDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QyWl21BIAHA/s320/Photo+65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410906705210600498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SxdnUdIJEoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/edZUYZXDBWM/s1600-h/Photo+74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SxdnUdIJEoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/edZUYZXDBWM/s320/Photo+74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410907078422762114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...I will be purchasing a Macbook the moment I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-5257685571017991131?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/5257685571017991131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=5257685571017991131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5257685571017991131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/5257685571017991131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-erin.html' title='Thanks Erin.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Sxdnx9yx7DI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_N2FVKD2KSk/s72-c/Photo+68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-4504691142992870556</id><published>2009-11-30T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:34:40.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going (slightly) deep.  And a lot of stressful.</title><content type='html'>There is only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; weeks of classes left before finals.  I have not decided how I feel about that.  I don't think I have actually gotten into the swing of things since summer vacation, and now all of a sudden we are almost to Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things are starting to stress me out.  Normally, I am a very calm person.  I can just breathe and be ok.  Now, however, I'm starting to stress out.  I made a list in my math class today of everything I have to get done by Wednesday, and it was a long list.  Then I started scheduling times when I could do all those things by Wednesday, and it was crammed.  I hate the end of the semester.  All of the professors try to cram in last minute projects, and my procrastinating ways are not good for that.  I have a fibers piece that I have to knock out in two weeks, and I haven't even started sketching for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have to do all this stuff for classes, my roommates are graduating in a couple of weeks.  And leaving me.  I do not like this.  I will miss these ladies so much.  They are who I hang out with at this here place.  They are who I laugh with at the stupidest things.  They are who I have long, deep discussions with about the jersey numbers of the Quidditch players.  I will miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduate with my undergrad in May.  I am both excited and terrified of this.  I think I'm ready to go out in the real world and do things.  I'm ready to be done with classes.  However, I am going to miss college.  I love college.  I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; college.  And I am going to miss being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am graduating with my undergrad in May, I will hopefully be starting grad school in August.  And I haven't even began to fill out the application for that.  I have had no motivation to do it.  And I don't know why.  I need to do it.  That is my goal for Christmas break.  And it will get done.  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would by lying if I said I wasn't scared.  I have no idea what I'm going to do if I don't even get into grad school. I have no idea what I'm going to do if I don't find a job after grad school.  I don't know where I want to teach, I just know I want to.  Part of me wants to go back home, because I love the town and my family is all there.  But the other part of me wants to branch out, and try something new.  Go on a little adventure.  I guess we will just see when it gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Whitney.  Just breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-4504691142992870556?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/4504691142992870556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=4504691142992870556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4504691142992870556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/4504691142992870556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-slightly-deep-and-lot-of.html' title='I&apos;m going (slightly) deep.  And a lot of stressful.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-8500079498594075311</id><published>2009-11-29T22:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:48:41.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we're cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cool-ishlady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; and I are fanstastically awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because we sit here and speculate about the lives of famous people.&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite people to discuss?&lt;br /&gt;None other than The Twilight Trio.&lt;br /&gt;With some added Dakota Fanning for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Erin is sitting here reading my/Taylor's copy of Entertainment Weekly with RPatz, KStew, and TLaut on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;That is actually what we call them. And DFan.&lt;br /&gt;And we think that is what they call each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we just decided to make a blog of this.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://thelifeofthet-lightstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just got Erin into blogging.&lt;br /&gt;And I was the one that got her into Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-8500079498594075311?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/8500079498594075311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=8500079498594075311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8500079498594075311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/8500079498594075311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-were-cool.html' title='Because we&apos;re cool.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-1822133232658492935</id><published>2009-11-24T21:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:41:47.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Crushes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all love a good looking celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a little Zefron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwykSqCPBqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/uOpjtGSrSAo/s1600/image38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwykSqCPBqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/uOpjtGSrSAo/s320/image38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407877892993386146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little P. Wesley....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Swyke63h3vI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bT6ArnBunAg/s1600/paulwesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Swyke63h3vI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bT6ArnBunAg/s320/paulwesley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407878103670316786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed in with some Rupert G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwylSB04q2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/EaKUgmcrUQU/s1600/n1652700081_30056040_7200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwylSB04q2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/EaKUgmcrUQU/s320/n1652700081_30056040_7200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407878981711604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm a fan of the red hair.  And the fact that he's wearing a Harry shirt here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, some added RPatz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwymoNfm39I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lzU4nQBg3zQ/s1600/mq011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwymoNfm39I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lzU4nQBg3zQ/s320/mq011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407880462312333266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I just say that I love the scruff here.  And his sweater.  I love a man in a nice sweater.  And the fact that he's probably picking something out of his teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these are my celebrity crushes.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like me to reveal my momma's number 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Swyn1EQeKGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FxdvjPTIKCY/s1600/donny_osmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/Swyn1EQeKGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FxdvjPTIKCY/s320/donny_osmond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407881782682855522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;Donny Osmond.&lt;br /&gt;She's liked him since she was a youngen.&lt;br /&gt;And we are currently sitting here waiting for the results of Dancing with the Stars, which Donny is competing in and is in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;If he wins, this house is going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And by "this house", I mean Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna sit here and stare at some Paul Wesley abs for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-1822133232658492935?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/1822133232658492935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=1822133232658492935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1822133232658492935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/1822133232658492935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebrity-crushes.html' title='Celebrity Crushes.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwykSqCPBqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/uOpjtGSrSAo/s72-c/image38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736076421823728359.post-331326883654784426</id><published>2009-11-18T19:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:27:46.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schtuff I make'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot woot'/><title type='text'>What I do to my friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend got me into Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out Robert Pattinson, aka Cedric Diggory, was going to be in the movie, I decided it would be a good idea to see it.  And read it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And she let me borrow her books.&lt;br /&gt;And we go see the movies together and talk about it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I always give her a hard time about how I like Jacob and she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;So I sent her a little package in the mail the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with this card I found in WalMarks.&lt;br /&gt;That I knew I had to get for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwYncwIQI8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsXcwVb6Ql8/s1600/k%3Blj%3Blk+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwYncwIQI8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsXcwVb6Ql8/s320/k%3Blj%3Blk+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406051777614193602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(On the inside it says something along the lines of "Treat. Definitely Treat.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, I decided to make a shirt for her.&lt;br /&gt;She is entirely Team Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwSbp9r7L1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AHF9UfftW2Q/s1600/k%3Blj%3Blk+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwSbp9r7L1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/AHF9UfftW2Q/s320/k%3Blj%3Blk+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405616597987176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I decided to write her a little poem.&lt;br /&gt;It took me all of about 10 minutes to write this while I was in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwScAjbn3eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mGe9CSpl070/s1600/k%3Blj%3Blk+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwScAjbn3eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mGe9CSpl070/s320/k%3Blj%3Blk+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405616986076470754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she wears that shirt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Whoop whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3736076421823728359-331326883654784426?l=becoolll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/feeds/331326883654784426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3736076421823728359&amp;postID=331326883654784426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/331326883654784426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3736076421823728359/posts/default/331326883654784426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becoolll.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-do-to-my-friends.html' title='What I do to my friends.'/><author><name>whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16943814286827660893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mLh44sDvmw/Tb-Z4vRI8kI/AAAAAAAAAks/0uemOTAab7A/s220/122_0742.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzrhPKI_38c/SwYncwIQI8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/QsXcwVb6Ql8/s72-c/k%3Blj%3Blk+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
