<?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-4525622315765901356</id><updated>2012-01-21T19:24:02.720-08:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>A Charming Little Place to Bitch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1205001637962959354</id><published>2011-12-05T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T02:01:54.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LISTAPALOOZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Top 5 Songs I Am Loving At The Moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. All These Things That I've Done by The Killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A Shot To The Stars by Whitley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Broadripple Is Burning by Margot and the Nuclear So and So's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Creature Fear by Bon Iver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. White Daisy Passing by Rocky Votolato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I've really gotten into Bon Iver Pandora, which is where I heard almost all of these.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 5 Young Adult Novels (In no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Teen Idol by Meg Cabot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (I think this counts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 5 Movies (Two lists, Disney and non-Disney):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Hercules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Emperor's New Grove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Aristocats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Aladdin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Beauty and the Beast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney Channel Orignal Movies (Because this needed to be it's own list):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Brink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Johnny Tsunami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Halloweentown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Quints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we pause for a second and appreciate how many weird sports Disney Channel got me into when I was little? I busted my ass so many times trying to rollerblade. Also, why have I never learned how to surf and snowboard. And why am I not a kick ass bowler? Anyone remember Alley Cats Strike? That was just so good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. High Spirits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Princess Bride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Across the Universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Death Becomes Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I could name more, but I digress.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 5 Things I Want To Happen At Some Point In My Life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Write a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Live in Austin with all my buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Live abroad for a few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Do some community theater somewhere. I really miss acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Actually learn all the skills I want to know. Card tricks, juggling, origami folding, the ability to play the following: harmonica, guitar, piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 3 Moments When I Felt I Was Exactly Where I Was Supposed To Be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. When all of my friends and I met up in Austin to watch the first part of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. All six of us crammed into Mary’s one bedroom apartment and it was just so great. We went to some hill that Mary knew where you could see the Austin skyline. It was like at one in the morning and it was freezing outside, but we took pictures and hung out anyway. The entire weekend was so great and I have two framed pictures from it by my bed. I can’t wait until we all live in the same place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I went to my orientation for UT. It was hotter than hell and my mom and I got completely lost. I swear we walked like five miles, but I was just so thrilled to finally be here. It was like that feeling you get when you’re on a roller coaster that’s going up hill and it pauses for a second right before it takes you down. Like it was one of those moments when you realize that this is your life and you are living it. (I probably sound totally douchey, but that’s exactly what it felt like. Don’t judge me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My family is really big on games. We always play something after a holiday meal. One Christmas, when both of my brothers got to come down, we were playing Bull Shit. It was the first time in a long time that everyone was home. Everyone was laughing and having fun. Kendall, my oldest brother, kept laying down like a stack of fifteen cards and saying, “Two kings,” or something. It was completely ridiculous and he was called on it every time. That Christmas ended up being a pretty shitty one for reasons I’m not going to get into, but it was still a great memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1205001637962959354?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1205001637962959354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1205001637962959354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1205001637962959354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1205001637962959354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-moments-when-i-felt-i-was-exactly.html' title='LISTAPALOOZA'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1664355102371895636</id><published>2011-11-17T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:43:08.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you terribly happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been giving my friend &lt;a href="http://marvelousmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt; hell for not blogging and since she finally did, I thought maybe I should too. So, here's a list-thing she did a while back that looked fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Gray fingernail polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SW0q7Id390I/TsaFkxZry6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/DVDilzSEfoc/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676371247129938850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Silly socks and superhero pajama pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pandora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yO_ppUUmXb0/TsaGDfiGrsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Ia9D9itDQaw/s400/JOOOOEEEEY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676371774909361858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Meeting Team Starkid. Maggie came down for this concert which was SO FREAKING LEGIT. We had general admission tickets, but we waited after the show and we got pictures and autographs. Joe Walker had a little fun while signing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUIVfptZKiI/TsaGz6sZcEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qjCCfMVQYls/s400/JoeSigning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676372606834012226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Superhero movies. I just watched all the Avengers movies that are out and I need it to be May already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. GOING HOME FOR THANKSGIVING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Scarves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My Uncanny class. It fulfills an undergraduate studies requirement and it is so awesome. We've studied the weirdest things and it's awesome. Like the other day, I had to give a presentation on the appeal and attraction of vampires. Is this really college?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The Picture of Dorian Gray. I just had to read for said class above and actually wrote a paper about it and the Meryl Streep, Goldie Hawn, Bruce Willis film &lt;i&gt;Death Becomes Her&lt;/i&gt;. I've also got this weird love for Oscar Wilde happening now too because of this class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The Doors. I was jamming to the classic rock station on Pandora on the way to my Uncanny class when one day their song 'People Are Strange' came on. It is the most accurate song that could be used to describe this class. I made a station based on it as a result, so I'm also having this weird love for The Doors happening too. When I took a Europe trip a few years ago, I got to go to Paris and I wasn't that impressed. There were a lot of reasons for this, an example being that it smelled like pee EVERYWHERE. It rained on the day we went to the Eiffel Tower and my black converse reeked of pee so bad afterwards that I had to leave them on the roof of our hotel in Switzerland to air them out. It didn't help though, and I ended up having to throw them out. To bring this back to the main point of this story, with my weird love of The Doors and Oscar Wilde happening, I would gladly go back to Paris for the chance to visit their graves. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be quite as disgusting next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1664355102371895636?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1664355102371895636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1664355102371895636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1664355102371895636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1664355102371895636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-makes-you-terribly-happy.html' title='What makes you terribly happy?'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SW0q7Id390I/TsaFkxZry6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/DVDilzSEfoc/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-3186301164761908970</id><published>2011-04-17T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:34:16.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this going to be the best week ever? I think so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, for the first time since Spring Break, I do not have a single test this week. I have had so many tests this semester, it's ridiculous. I had three tests week before last, two of which were one the same day with barely a break in between. But, there are NO tests this week at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited. I. Could. Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, during this week I plan on doing some totally cool and wicked things. Like read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Books I Plan on Reading*:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And textbook. And possibly start using my Moleskine that my brother gave me for Christmas. And watch movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But, Melany," you will ask, "you watch movies all the time. How is it going to be any different this week?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't have to study for anything at all this week," I will answer, "So I won't feel guilty for procrastinating while I watch them. In fact, I won't even be procrastinating!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to start working out this week. Hopefully, I will since I can't use studying as an excuse for not going. I've done that a lot. Also, I'm lazy. I think I'm also going to force myself to eat at the Café more too because I'm tired of spending so much money on food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would now like to point out that there are only twenty days of school left for me. Well, not counting weekends or study days, and including finals, there are actually twelve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whaaaaaat?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, but it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maybe if I want to get the 4.0 I am so desperately after, I should get a head start on studying for my finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . . Naw, I'm good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever hear a song and think, "If my life was a movie, this song would totally be in it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of those songs for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening Credits: American Girl by Tom Petty &amp;amp; The Heartbreakers&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While this was playing, you'd see various parts of my bedroom like all the maps hanging on the wall, the scream mask, my wicked cool desk arrangement***, and other things so you could get a sense of what I'm like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the music would slowly fade out as an alarm clock goes off. A sigh would be heard and an arm will swing out to shut it up. Then, silence before you hear . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Fuck!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campus by Vampire Weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This would play while I'm frantically getting ready for class and running across the . . . . campus. I know, I know. I'm so creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do what I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mango Tree by Angus and Julia Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This song would be playing while I do something inspiring. I don't know why, but when I picture it, I'm designing skyscrapers. I do not, nor have I ever wanted to be an architect, but this is just what I imagine. A more realistic thing to imagine would be me writing a book or magazine article or something, but visually for the movie, seeing me draw badass skyscrapers is a whole lot cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Pick Me Up by Ryan Adams****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My love interest in the movie, coughcough Jensen Ackles coughcough, would sweep me off my feet while this played. We'd kiss and it'd be raining, and it'd be the most romantic thing you've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided, today actually, that I AM going to get this &lt;a href="http://www.samsclub.com/sams/shop/product.jsp?productId=prod1180308&amp;amp;navAction="&gt;camera&lt;/a&gt;. I feel upset now though because I see that it's gone up by $100 since I last looked at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still getting though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I realize that I most likely will not have time to/actually make myself read all these, but it's fun to dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I know that sounds weird, reading Charles Dickens for fun, but my aunt told me about it and it sounded interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Yes, I'm talking about my room at home and my dorm room, but this is my movie, so I get to pick and choose what's going to be in it. That includes morphing together both rooms to make a SUPERMEGAWICKEDCOOL room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****It'd be this or Drops of Jupiter by Train. I can't decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-3186301164761908970?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3186301164761908970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=3186301164761908970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3186301164761908970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3186301164761908970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-this-going-to-be-best-week-ever-i.html' title='Is this going to be the best week ever? I think so.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2975550268034114754</id><published>2011-03-29T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:00:40.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Random Facts</title><content type='html'>1. My toenails are painted my favorite color right now, electric blue.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I had to pick up a prescription refill today. During Spring Break on the Friday before I was supposed to go back to school, my left cheek blew up like a balloon. I found out I had tonsillitis and it spread to a salivary gland. I looked like a squirrel hiding twelve acorns in it's mouth for over a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have five tests before finals and three of them are next week. The whole semester has been pretty much like this and I've refereed to each week of it as the HORRIBLE WEEK OF DEATH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I really, really love avocados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am on a quest to find an antique-looking, heart-shaped gold locket and some really cool cameos. It's become an obsession. I swear I look on etsy like every other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I've become a lot neater since I left home, which I may or may not have mentioned on here before. Like I make my bed almost every day, I wash my dishes as soon as I dirty them, and I fold and hang up clothes as soon as I've washed them. I can't believe how messy I used to be and I wish that I would have been this way earlier in life because my room was always disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Chipotle burritos are God's gift to mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I have this irrational fear of accidentally destroying my MacBook. When I hold it, I picture myself developing an out-of-control muscle spasm that results in near seizure-like convulsions and I can't do anything but twitch and watch it crash to the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I actually did drop my MacBook recently and my voice reached decibels that not even dogs could hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I decided to write this blog because I'm bored, procrastinating, and my friend &lt;a href="http://britnyisms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Britny&lt;/a&gt; posted something similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2975550268034114754?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2975550268034114754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2975550268034114754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2975550268034114754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2975550268034114754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-random-facts.html' title='Ten Random Facts'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7733869556495780795</id><published>2011-03-25T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:00:17.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not saying it was your fault, although you could have done more.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I've just been getting really excited lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Summer is less than six weeks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Summer means the last Harry Potter movie comes out.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Six weeks and then I'll be officially be UT student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. This means living in Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. This means going to cool Austin things like Book People and ACL and SXSW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Most likely next summer, I'll have an apartment in Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. This means that my best friends can come and stay with me and do said cool Austin things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. And finally, the sooner I'm living there, the sooner all my best friends will be living there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I AM JUST SO EXCITED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are some pictures from a trip we all took to Austin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We all live in different places because of college and we met up in Austin to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu5BkxNFbbM/TYwuFcd6meI/AAAAAAAAASw/_F5_yLqdqCQ/s400/BFFL%2Bin%2BAustin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587891908735834594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then we all went and took pictures at this place Mary knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dC2jvz5Yho/TYwuGH8abaI/AAAAAAAAATA/l4SA-rAI2OQ/s400/Group%2Bblurry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587891920406474146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QV2cejzTvE/TYwuGlltg7I/AAAAAAAAATI/CPQJutNyU5Q/s400/Pocket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587891928364319666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all SIX of us, seven including Mary, slept in her one bedroom apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gwWulCdJ_4/TYwuF2chcJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sJfeDenRKH0/s400/Cozy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587891915709313170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here are some pictures that I just think are cool and stuff that I could possibly do in my *squeal* apartment in Austin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ligv2bCRAY1qe5ai2o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lij76705BV1qdlthio1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't have anywhere near this many  books, but look at how COOL this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lic1hufBOG1qcio0ro1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 423px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I could put super cute things on the wall, like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lijaa8keul1qdsvkfo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhhhkfnnuN1qzeu4ro1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is just really random, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/9242698_bhZOoqXX_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/9242698_bhZOoqXX_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wouldn't this be the &lt;i&gt;coolest &lt;/i&gt;freaking house to live in ever?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just saying. What if this is where I lived, except it was in downtown Austin?! That would just be so LEGIT. OH MY GOD. I CAN'T EVEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways. I am just so excited to live in the best city in the world with the best people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-77vmNPKH1Oo/TYwuE-P5PKI/AAAAAAAAASo/6mkk5G8vkpc/s400/Austin%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587891900623961250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Naive by The Kooks. I am LOVE this song and lately I can't stop putting it on repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**This is also a sad thing because it's the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;last &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;but it's still really exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7733869556495780795?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7733869556495780795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7733869556495780795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7733869556495780795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7733869556495780795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-saying-it-was-your-fault.html' title='I&apos;m not saying it was your fault, although you could have done more.*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu5BkxNFbbM/TYwuFcd6meI/AAAAAAAAASw/_F5_yLqdqCQ/s72-c/BFFL%2Bin%2BAustin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-3532543321628619415</id><published>2011-02-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:42:14.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy VD!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgbhk0Xu2e1qgrd5po1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgbhk0Xu2e1qgrd5po1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's Valentine's day, which means that my birthday is tomorrow!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been really jazzed about Valentine's day like all week. I dressed really cute today and I even put on make up, which I never do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to buy myself flowers because they're pretty and I can and it's not sad at all. And I wanted to get some chocolate covered strawberries too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEB was complete and utter chaos when I went to get these items. Whatever flowers that were left when I arrived, didn't look very good. I did find some pink and white roses like the ones pictured above that I really wanted, but they were $35. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow and they'll be cheaper after the Valentine's rush. And unfortunately, they were sold out of chocolate covered strawberries. So I didn't get those either. I did however get a burrito from Chipotle, Julio's, and some Russell Stover's chocolates. Which all in all, I think worked pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBhsVTVdn3w/TVoGOmUfBdI/AAAAAAAAASg/CiCbvud-W_w/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-14%2Bat%2B18.49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573774336698811858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ain't even mad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next year, my Valentine's day will be a little more romantic and I'll have a lovely evening with a boy in the fort he made that will look like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgdf5mXcwE1qec4gro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgdf5mXcwE1qec4gro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll eat takeout and then snuggle up and watch a move and it will just be the cutest thing ever. And it will be twice as awesome because we'll be in a wicked cool fort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yes, I am aware that VD means venereal disease. And no, I am not bitter about being single this year. This is just how we say happy Valentine's day in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I'm really not that excited about it actually. I mean, I'm going out to dinner with my brother and his girlfriend, but that's it. And I don't get to go home and celebrate with my friends and the rest of my family for another two weeks.&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/4525622315765901356-3532543321628619415?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3532543321628619415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=3532543321628619415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3532543321628619415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3532543321628619415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-vd.html' title='Happy VD!*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBhsVTVdn3w/TVoGOmUfBdI/AAAAAAAAASg/CiCbvud-W_w/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-14%2Bat%2B18.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4363443859663921557</id><published>2011-02-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:26:24.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once upon a snow day, there was a girl named Melany. It was a few days before her birthday and one of the things she wanted the most was a break from school. You see, Melany was very busy and had a lot of homework to do and she didn't want to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, she wished there was some way, any way, for her to get out of school for at least one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And then it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUmFwTHILsI/AAAAAAAAARk/JSNdGY8guQ8/s400/DSCF0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569129479030714050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A VALENTINE'S DAY MIRACLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Overnight, her hometown was transformed into a glorious winter wonderland! Snow 6 inches deep covered every surface as far as the eye could see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUjeh9edY4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2ZgwFZID2Ig/s400/DSCF0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568945614262985602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; School was cancelled and Melany got her wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUjsxmxkd3I/AAAAAAAAARE/l5NIoRRpDIY/s400/DSCF0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568961276209821554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Because of all the snow, her dad was unable to go to work, so Melany and her dad made the best of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They watched all four Indiana Jones movies in their pajamas and made snow ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUmFxB-w2yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6HB-PQ9za_A/s1600/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUmFxB-w2yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6HB-PQ9za_A/s400/DSCF0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569129491612097314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hooray!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUmGngAhHlI/AAAAAAAAASM/PRffjqkBTeg/s1600/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUmGngAhHlI/AAAAAAAAASM/PRffjqkBTeg/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569130427385454162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It would go down in history as one of the greatest snow days ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One year later. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A great storm passed over the United States and it seemed that snow was coming down everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That is, everywhere that Melany wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;People not only enjoyed one snow day, but two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everyone but Melany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Melany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*I don't know why this isn't turned the right way, but I really wanted it in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my hometown did not get two snow days. They had FOUR. That's right. They only had to go to school once and had a six day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get one snow day though. It snowed like an inch Thursday night and school was cancelled for Friday. The snow melted by like noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-4363443859663921557?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4363443859663921557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4363443859663921557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4363443859663921557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4363443859663921557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-upon-snow-day.html' title='Once Upon A Snow Day'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TUmFwTHILsI/AAAAAAAAARk/JSNdGY8guQ8/s72-c/DSCF0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5693482014491380684</id><published>2011-01-17T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:56:27.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UT here I come!</title><content type='html'>So, I've made myself follow a To Do list for the past couple of weeks and I have actually followed it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprising, right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have started making them via Stickies, I have packed up all the materials I need to make my Senior memory book this summer* and cleaned my room.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just today, I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Made my portfolio to send to UT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Completely proofed my expanded resume for that as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sent in my major selections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Filled out the form, that will be faxed tomorrow, so my dual credit transcripts will be mailed to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel SUPER ACCOMPLISHED and INSANELY JAZZED ABOUT LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that any real followers I have could care less, but I just can't contain myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yes, I am aware that I am no longer in high school and that making a Senior memory book might seem pointless to you, but I think it is awesome. Before I graduated, I found a high school memory book that my GREAT grandmother made. It was insanely cool to see that and that, Blogger, is why I want to make mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**It is not as clean I would have liked it to be before I left, but I made a ton of progress on it. Over Spring Break, I plan to tackle my closet. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . Seeing that last part written down makes me feel like the lamest college student ever. But whatever. There is crap stacked to the ceiling in there and I feel excited to look through it and throw stuff away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5693482014491380684?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5693482014491380684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5693482014491380684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5693482014491380684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5693482014491380684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/ut-here-i-come.html' title='UT here I come!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-3636611126522890549</id><published>2011-01-10T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:30:37.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, I have a problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It started out innocently enough. I'd just occasionally browse through the movie section whenever I'd go buy groceries. The selection at the Wal-Mart by my school is not very big so I'd sometimes find movies cheap enough, but not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I went to Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only went to finish up some Christmas shopping, not to buy anything for myself. I was looking for a several gifts, including one for my friend Colt. He's a movie fanatic as well, and after seeing all the sales on seasons of shows and movies, I only left with one movie that wasn't for me. And I bought like four movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have been in college, I have bought a total of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TSu-ENR8GcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/O1QKqqQEQa8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B18.14%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560747144412666306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three seasons of How I Met Your Mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got with this over the Christmas break when I really didn't have any money to spend. I sort of tried to resist, but Target had each season on sale for $15! I saved $40 when I bought all of those. Happy birthday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TSu-aGYWtMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Sm9x8CcOkA4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B18.14%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560747520517649602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two seasons of Will &amp;amp; Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I bought this today actually. I only went in for replacement bulbs for the lights above my license plate and when I saw that the cost of both of these items was just $20, I could not resist. Plus, I already own seasons three, four, and seven and I have been on a hunt for the ones I am missing. Now I only need to find three more and I'll own the whole series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TSu-1FrGbFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/GWhvnKWV-m8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B18.18%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560747984184306770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And TEN movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realize that there are only nine movie cases in my hand, but one was a two-for-one that came out of the $5 bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just cannot stop myself. I think those Target sales will be the death of me... or my plan to save money this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-3636611126522890549?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3636611126522890549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=3636611126522890549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3636611126522890549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3636611126522890549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/guys-i-have-problem.html' title='Guys, I have a problem.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TSu-ENR8GcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/O1QKqqQEQa8/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-10%2Bat%2B18.14%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2238687812579142140</id><published>2011-01-03T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:10:48.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;01. A Few Things You Won't Forget From 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had an amazing senior year with my best friends, I graduated from high school, started college, and lost my grandmother. It's been very bittersweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;02. Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;03. The Best Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite all the stupid things I had to deal with during high school, I had an awesome senior year. Nothing really sticks out as the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; day though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;04. The Worst Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I saw my grandmother at the wake. I had been so busy trying to reschedule exams, that it didn't feel real until I saw her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;05. The Most Memorable Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The one above, scream team, graduation, the day I found out I wasn't accepted into UT, newspaper, and all the road trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;06. Your Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my friends. We got to hang out so much during our senior year and I know it will be hard to keep in touch now that we're all in college, but I think we really can stay best friends for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;07. Your Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, my birthday was on a Monday, so I was at school. That's about all I remember, which is sad considering it was my 18th. But, I guess that since I'm not into piercing or tattoos, I don't dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and I've never smoked in my life, there really wasn't much for me to do. The most exciting thing about turning 18 for me was being able to buy white-out. I think me and three of my best friends dressed up, had a picnic, and went to the zoo, but I'm really not sure if that was for my birthday or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;08. The Most Fun Getaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't think I can just pick one. I had so much fun with Maggie on "Destination Awesome: Where in the World is Maggie and Melany" because it was the real road trip either one of us took, but "The Mystical Road Trip of Magic and Wonder" was such a blast because it was all four of us together. I can't wait to go back to Tackett's Dream with them this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;09. End of Last School Year and the Beginning of This One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still don't feel old enough to have graduated and started college. I was never like super excited to leave home, so when it actually got close, I was not looking forward to it. I had to deal with a lot of crap just to be able to move into my dorm when I got there and it was just so freaking annoying. Overall though, it was fine. My classes weren't too terribly difficult and I finished the semester with a 3.6, well above the requirement.* The best part of college so far is being within 10 minutes of chinese food and Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;  font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. New Year's Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am going to try a lot harder to actually make friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like it has taken me FOREVER to actually realize that I am in college and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I'm tired of just sitting in my dorm room watching movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My other resolution is to actually work out. There is a killer Rec. Center at my school and I've only worked out once since I've been there. Once. That is just ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Melany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*OH YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. My classes start on the 10th and before I leave I will hopefully have a new design for my blog and a big post! Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2238687812579142140?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2238687812579142140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2238687812579142140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2238687812579142140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2238687812579142140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-9002306423562694323</id><published>2010-12-04T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:57:38.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIST EXTRAVAGANZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To Do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cut/paint fingernails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Clean off desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Take out trash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Do math/English/history/politics review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas gifts I would like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Gift cards to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;American Eagle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;iTunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Seasons of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Will &amp;amp; Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People I still need to get gifts for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Maggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kaitlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Colt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Jeremy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Kendall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs I am currently putting on repeat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 40 Day Dream by Edward Sharpe &amp;amp; The Magnetic Zeros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hands Open by Snow Patrol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Future Freaks Me Out by Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Follow You Down by Gin Blossoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. All American Girl by Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently watched:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. How I Met Your Mother-Season 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Friends-Season 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sex and The City the Movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long term goals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Finish resume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Apply for online job so I can actually have money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Finish this year will GPA well above 3.2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Go to UT and get accepted into the College of Communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Become world renowned writer who works at a magazine and writes books on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Live in Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Find husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Actually be BFFL with my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-9002306423562694323?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9002306423562694323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=9002306423562694323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/9002306423562694323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/9002306423562694323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/12/list-extravaganza.html' title='LIST EXTRAVAGANZA'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5374364816137927055</id><published>2010-11-16T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T09:51:01.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie and Impressive Beard Guy: The Romance of the Century</title><content type='html'>"About three things I was absolutely positive," Maggie thought to herself. "First, that guy has an impressive beard. Second, there was part of me — and I didn’t know how potent that part might be — that lusted after this man with his well groomed facial hair and nice arms . And third, I was unconditionally and  irrevocably in love with him and his magnificent beard."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started writing this blog before Maggie, who used a similar &lt;a href="http://marvelousmaggie.blogspot.com/2010/11/maggie-and-impressive-beard-guy-failed.html"&gt;title&lt;/a&gt;, and it was going to be about the late night call I received from her. She was distraught over this bearded fellow because she had yet to talk to him. I think she was on drugs because most of the conversation she was crying/laughing/squeaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because she pretty much covered that and I really don't feel like talking anymore about it, I'm moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friends and I are in Austin right now. We came to see the first installment of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and we're staying the whole weekend. After the movie, we went to eat and then went to this hill with a great view of Austin and took pictures. We didn't get back to Mary's apartment until like 3 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're currently getting ready to go to a coffee shop called Summer Moon and I am just so excited. We're going to thrift stores today and Chipotle and other places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5374364816137927055?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5374364816137927055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5374364816137927055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5374364816137927055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5374364816137927055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/11/maggie-and-impressive-beard-guy-romance.html' title='Maggie and Impressive Beard Guy: The Romance of the Century'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2099535321490095497</id><published>2010-10-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:03:57.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear San Antonio, Austin Wins.</title><content type='html'>So, I've been in college for a while now and I learned a few things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, making friends is hard. I've had the same best friends since kindergarden. I've realized that I'm not a shy person, I just don't know how to strike up conversations with random people. I'm working on it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I've got a little help in that department now because of this thing that happened. This is the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed up to be a part of the student government in my dorm because it sounded cool. I was told that they mainly just plan parties. As soon as I heard that I would have to campaign, I knew immediately that I no longer wanted to be a part of this. I went back home the weekend when everyone was campaigning so, I thought that there would be no problem. No one really knew that I signed up and I didn't even tell my roommate that I did. When I got back to San Antonio, I had to go to a late-night hall meeting with my RA. She told us about some things going on and made sure that we voted. My first thought was, "Oh, well, I know no one voted for me, so it doesn't matter that I forgot." I was wrong, oh so very wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the representative for my wing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bangs head repeatedly on table*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've also been to a few cool things while I've lived in San Antonio. I went to my first concert, it was in Austin though, not San Antonio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It. Was. Legit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Rooney and a native Austin band called Quiet Company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert was incredibly hot and the members of Quiet Company were all wearing suits. And there are so many guys in that band and there were like twice as many instruments as members. And they used them all. There was a trombone and a glockenspiel, which I'm not completely sure as to what that is, but it was legit nonetheless. They switched instruments for each song and at one point, the lead singer was singing, playing the piano and banging a tambourine on his chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second event I went to was this weekend on Friday. One of my best friends, &lt;a href="http://marvelousmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;, came to visit me and we went to a Meg Cabot book signing at the Barnes &amp;amp; Noble that's practically across the street from my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to go to Austin, which is where we are, currently inside of Mary's apartment, so that we could shop some and visit &lt;a href="http://maryklaren.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;. She was shooting a wedding for most of the day so we went to Mozart's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming to Austin has just made me so excited/depressed. I cannot wait to live here and I really don't like living in San Antonio. I think it's because I'm being told what classes I have to take and what grade I have to make in them so I can be in Austin next year. It's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be able to study what I like. Plus, Austin is like the greatest city in Texas. I love it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there's a possibility that I might not like UT either, but I can't let myself think that because I'm working so hard to get there. In my mind, it has to be better than UTSA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's two in the morning and Maggie and I still have to drive back to San Antonio because we don't want to have to deal with it tomorrow. So I'm going to stop rambling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2099535321490095497?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2099535321490095497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2099535321490095497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2099535321490095497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2099535321490095497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-his-lobster.html' title='Dear San Antonio, Austin Wins.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7818358726733834085</id><published>2010-10-17T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:38:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When's the last time you ran?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I think it was like around graduation, so like May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yep, but not really big holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What are you dreading right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I have a math test on Monday, and I have an English midterm and history test on Thursday. So, I'm pretty much dread all of next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you celebrate 420?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Never. I usually make it up with mid-afternoon comas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Watch movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Who last grabbed your butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I think it was KaCee at like homecoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Have you ever been on your school's track team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I was in junior high, but it was stupid and annoying. Like all sports with one Coach Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you own a pair of Converse? I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;They're gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Did you copy and paste this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I did, from &lt;a href="http://kaitlynhusmann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color:#0e23a3;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you eat raw cookie dough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Have you ever kicked a vending machine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you watch Trading Spaces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I used to love that show! It was so funny when people cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;How do you eat Oreos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;With milk. It's the only way. I'm trying to stop though because I'm working my way to the Freshman 50,* but do you know what I did like 15 minutes ago? I bought an Oreo chocolate mousse. What is wrong with me?! I feel large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Like when I was in junior high and a freshman in high school. I haven't for a really long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Are you cocky? I don't think so. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Could you live without a computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Nope, it's one of my only friends at this freaking school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you wear your shoes in the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Who or what sleeps with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I have many, many pillows on my bed to spoon with. It sounds weird, but that's totally what you do to. Don't deny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;SANTA ISN'T REAL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Umm, I don't remember exactly when, but I know that I milked it for a few years. What?! It meant more presents. And that is the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My roommate and I both have cell phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What do you do when you're sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Cry. I do that when I'm really pissed off and when I can't stop laughing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Who would you call first if you won the lottery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Probably my Dad because he's always buying scratch-off tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Last time you saw your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Maggie- Right now. KaCee**, Kaitlyn, and Colt: At homecoming like two weeks ago. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Are you in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;No, I am almost a student at the WICKED COOL AND TOTALLY AWESOME UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS IN AUSTIN. That's the whole name, WCTAUT. Most people aren't aware of this fact, but it is true. Look it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What jewelry are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My rings and a like a brown string bracelet. I was wearing earrings, but I took them off in the car shortly after my Japanese food high. I think it's similar to how crack heads are after they get their fix.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Is anyone on your bad side now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Me like 20 minutes ago: "DAMMIT, MAGGIE." No, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What's the first thing you do when you get online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Facebook, Tumblr, and Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you watch Grey's Anatomy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I did for the first couple of seasons, but I stopped caring. I still see reruns on Lifetime though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;How do most people spell your name? Few people get it right. I always see "Melanie" or "Melony." It almost always gets mispronounced. I was at a U.I.L. Journalism competition one time and this lady, who was supposedly an English teacher said, "Meh-lane-y? Whoa, got crazy with the spelling ." And I really wanted to look at her and say, "-Y and -ie make the same sound, bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yes, I would. Sweatshirts, t-shirts, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Where do you work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I am currently unemployed, but I really consider school to be my job right now, because I have to make a certain grade point average to be able to go to WCTAUT, or you know, UT for short. And I HAVE to get the hell out of San Antonio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It's technically Sunday right now, so I would be taking a math test. And that freaks me out because I haven't study yet. OH NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If this means, "Do I think that Justin Timberlake will change his skin color, have multiple plastic surgeries, and become a pedophile?" The answer is no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Favorite name for a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I really think that Spencer is a cool name for a girl, just because I met a girl named Spenser and I don't know. It just sounds totally bad ass right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Favorite name for a boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Right now it's Oliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Will you keep your last name when you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I don't think I will, but I have no idea how weird my husband's last name will be. Who knows, mine could be the normal one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When was the last time you left your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Well, I left my dorm room today. I technically left my house like two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you return your cart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yep. I hate it when there are carts blocking good parking spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you have a dishwasher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What noise do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Clicking keyboard keys, Spanglish on T.V., and conversations between Mary and Megan and Maggie and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Would you survive in prison?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I'd totally cut a bitch. But on a serious note, no, probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Who is the youngest in your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Me! I'm the baby, gotta love me!****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likey overpack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I really don't know. I feel like it would be Maggie, but then I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Nope, well, not the same spelling anyway. I know one other Melanie. She is a teacher at my high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What's the last thing you purchased?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;That Oreo chocolate mousse and a white chocolate mocha from Mozart's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yep. I'm the youngest and the only one without a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What brand are your pants right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It starts with a V. I don't feel like looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Ever been to Georgia (the state)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yep. My dad is a truck driver and I use to ride with him when I was little. I've been to many states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What irritates you most on the internet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Stupid people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What brand is your digital camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I don't know. And I don't feel like looking. I hardly ever use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you watch movies with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yeah? Why would I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What song best describes your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Um, I don't think it describes my life, but I'm really loving Fits and the Dizzyspells by Andrew Bird.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you own expensive perfume/cologne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I own DKNY Delicious and Dolce and Gabbana The One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Are you taking college classes right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Yes, and they are annoying as hell. I'm tired of homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you like sushi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you get your hair cut every month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;No, and I haven't gotten my hair cut in a really long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Do you go online everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I do. When I go back home for Christmas and the summer and stuff, I'm going to have withdrawals from wifi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;-Melany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;*Not really. That would be awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;**KaCee is technically part of a unit that consists of her and Jacob. So, when I say KaCee, I usually mean both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;***Awful joke, I know, but it doesn't make it any less true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;****Dinosaurs was such a legit show. Also, I'm not obnoxious. I never say that when I say I'm the youngest. I'm just being weird right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7818358726733834085?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7818358726733834085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7818358726733834085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7818358726733834085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7818358726733834085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/10/whens-last-time-you-ran-i-think-it-was.html' title='Survey Time!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2741430035227362255</id><published>2010-09-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:59:16.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was talking to Maggie on facebook chat last night and she showed me &lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l84zyw9nhB1qa111co1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1283629643&amp;amp;Signature=OQwWw6PO3t1F3Qo6Xd31181e%2B24%3D"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture. And my first thought was obviously, "Why don't I live there?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized, "Oh, yeah! Because I'm poor..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I started thinking what I would do if I had an unlimited supply of money. Like if I robbed Bill Gates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it would change me that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;increase the number of books I own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TINFEoYvFmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CEGC21caFo0/s400/tumblr_l1tzx6H4lq1qa1xqko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513326314694579810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get an apartment big enough to live on the top floor, open a wicked cool bookstore on the middle floors, and a coffee shop on the ground floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TIHuj_bUcNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/8z66eCh9O-0/s400/tumblr_l04zzmNQAp1qzb2hmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512949720967049426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meupassadoretratado/757054/"&gt;Taken by...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a legit office with awesome with big leather chairs and a mahogany desk.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy a second home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6iez7qGlo1qacvq5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a badass car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30n7pfq.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 285px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even spend some time in the great outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TIHuxmfLx7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/Soddcw4xtms/s400/tumblr_l66qu2gIjt1qzrg2so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512949954790541234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ohdepontiphoto/4813599756/"&gt;Taken by...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never have to work in my life. And what would I do with all my spare time, you ask? I would read, blog, write books, and travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks being a poor college kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I couldn't find a picture good enough to display the awesomeness that would be that office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2741430035227362255?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2741430035227362255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2741430035227362255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2741430035227362255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2741430035227362255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/TINFEoYvFmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CEGC21caFo0/s72-c/tumblr_l1tzx6H4lq1qa1xqko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4573055638207744922</id><published>2010-08-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:35:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap, college is almost here.</title><content type='html'>I am leaving home in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me kind of upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAYS, let's not dwell on that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been working a really shitty job all summer that the hicks in my town refer to as the Dirty Queer, or as it's more commonly known the Dairy Queen. The place where every elderly person likes to spend their social security checks at. But I like to think of it as the place where every bug that has ever flown through Albany goes to die. I'mma gonna right a book about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. I've already decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I put myself through this torture to save enough money to buy a MacBook. And I ordered it like a week ago and it was supposed to here in three days. Do you know where it is?! Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also super excited for my BookBook. It's a MacBook case that looks like a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a131/wiccankat/BookBook-MacBook-Case_2-530x378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 248px;" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a131/wiccankat/BookBook-MacBook-Case_2-530x378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOOOH. AAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'mma get a red one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*So, I wrote this blog last night and do you know what came in the mail today?! All the way from Alaska, ladies and gentlemen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-4573055638207744922?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4573055638207744922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4573055638207744922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4573055638207744922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4573055638207744922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-crap-college-is-almost-here.html' title='Holy crap, college is almost here.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-296174369657344880</id><published>2010-06-04T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:44:45.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. Glee.</title><content type='html'>So, because of school and college English papers I haven't gotten to watch a lot of the shows that I normally would have this year. Like Glee, How I Met Your Mother, and Supernatural, just to name a few. The other night I was able to catch up on Glee and I am just loving life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so freaking good. And I wanted to post their version Can't Touch This, but I couldn't find a video for it. So enjoy these instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/j5guokjpg-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 211px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/j5guokjpg-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/zmk4n.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 240px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/zmk4n.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But! I did find the video for their totally legit version of Jessie's Girl. When Finn started singing this, I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2DVfEVif4sA/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DVfEVif4sA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DVfEVif4sA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also really, really loved this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wiqnC6wJOsA/hqdefault.jpg);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiqnC6wJOsA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiqnC6wJOsA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I just thought I would share I am deeply in love with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-296174369657344880?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/296174369657344880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=296174369657344880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/296174369657344880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/296174369657344880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-glee.html' title='Oh. My. Glee.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7786494839579983243</id><published>2010-05-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:28:02.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Column Part VI</title><content type='html'>This has been by far the hardest column I have written. It has been so hard to wrap my mind around the fact that graduation is this year. And now that it’s actually here and I am writing my final column of my high school career, it doesn’t seem real. This school year has gone by so fast, it's insane. My time at Albany High School has been awesome, but not every part of it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing four years of basketball and not playing my senior year really sucked. I ran cross country and gave everything I had to be a glorified practice dummy the entire year. Pre-game was my only game. I rode the bench so hard that I got splinters in my butt. And I wasn’t the only one. One of my best friends Kaitlyn Husmann was sitting there right beside me. The only reason I stayed with it was because of my team. I loved hanging out with all you guys and I miss our locker room talks. They were always entertaining. And though sometimes I do wish I would have quit, I’m glad I stayed and made memories with all of you. You were the only fun part of basketball for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Act was another bittersweet activity that I was involved in. Ms. Waldrip, Mrs. Johnson, the cast and crew – we all killed ourselves to put on a good show but it didn’t matter in the end. We didn’t advance again this year and we haven’t for a very long time. I wish I could change that, but I’m still pleased with everyone’s efforts. We put on a great show and I have always had fun with everyone on and off stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the not so high points in my senior year, this year has been such a blast. Some of the best parts of it were being on the Scream Team, working on the paper, going to ILPC and winning a gold star two years in a row, and hanging out with my best friends when I wasn’t too occupied with a College English. While I’m ready for school to end, I am both nervous and excited about going to college in the fall. “And there will be many things I forget in the years to come, but this will not be one of them.”* Senior X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This was our bad-ass class motto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7786494839579983243?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7786494839579983243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7786494839579983243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7786494839579983243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7786494839579983243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/column-part-vi.html' title='Column Part VI'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2711506081884571058</id><published>2010-05-05T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:56:58.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually said this in front of my public speaking class.</title><content type='html'>Today we gave speeches in our College speech class. We had the choice of doing impromptus or commemorative speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do well if I don't know what I'm saying beforehand, so I picked commemorative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the speech I will give at Maggie's wedding after she kidnaps her husband, Robert Pattinson.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we’d be here. If you would have told me a year ago that Maggie would hold Robert Pattinson hostage and that they would be standing here today as husband and wife, I would have said that you seriously need to seek professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen their relationship grow from an obsessed fan and terrified celebrity into a real relationship and I know they’re going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember what Maggie did the first time she saw the fourth Harry Potter movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rob came on screen, Maggie gasped and fainted in her chair. She then immediately jumped up and started hugging the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Twilight came out, millions of girls had the same reaction Maggie had and tried to claim him as their own. Maggie dealt with this competition by saying that she had loved Edward since he was Cedric, and that she had totally called dibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was just a normal celebrity crush. Boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were hanging out one night when she finally told me what she was really feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me there were three things she was absolutely positive about. First, Robert was the most beautiful human she had ever seen. Second, there was a part of her--and she didn't know how dominant that part might be--that wanted to kidnap him. And third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she said this, all I could think was, “Creeeeper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that she would go through with this plan which is why I agreed to give her a ride that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me up late one night and asked me to take her to some party. I thought she was acting kind of weird, but I didn’t say anything. I guess I should have known something was going on when I noticed she was wearing all black... and that there was a ski mask sticking out of her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really knew there was something wrong when she threw herself out of the moving car. The next thing I know, I see Maggie tackle a man on the street, drag him away, and vanish into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicked and really confused, I followed Maggie back to her apartment. That’s when I found her, tying Robert Pattinson to a chair. I guess that was just her oh so subtle way of flirting with her soon to be husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the criminal charges were dropped... eventually. And everything turned out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two kids really have something special and I know they’re crazy about each other… or they’re just plain crazy. I don’t know which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think an unknown author described their relationship best when they said, “We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bride and groom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2711506081884571058?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2711506081884571058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2711506081884571058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2711506081884571058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2711506081884571058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-actually-said-this-in-front-of-my.html' title='I actually said this in front of my public speaking class.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-3474172992651311297</id><published>2010-05-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:30:00.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, I'm down and lonely when with the fortunate only*</title><content type='html'>So, this is going to be a wicked cool list of all the things I really, really want to buy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This super cute photo album from Anthropologie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjCwAr9dI/AAAAAAAAANI/u7abfD4jgU0/s1600/WANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjCwAr9dI/AAAAAAAAANI/u7abfD4jgU0/s400/WANT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971427735696850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. And this planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjDM80bOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Bw-4l_uTiy8/s1600/WANT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjDM80bOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Bw-4l_uTiy8/s400/WANT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971435504102626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. I found this on Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and fell in love. Must. Have. I don't really journal and I don't know why. This must change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjD-BiVOI/AAAAAAAAANY/CNdZ9KokB7s/s1600/WANT3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjD-BiVOI/AAAAAAAAANY/CNdZ9KokB7s/s400/WANT3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971448677225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. I like this one too, but not as much. I really only like it because it's blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjD2JvfAI/AAAAAAAAANg/SEossMhvZyU/s1600/WANT4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjD2JvfAI/AAAAAAAAANg/SEossMhvZyU/s400/WANT4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971446564158466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. I just want to hurry up and get my own apartment and have a library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjEGADAqI/AAAAAAAAANo/SxahnO6c2x0/s1600/WANT5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjEGADAqI/AAAAAAAAANo/SxahnO6c2x0/s400/WANT5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971450818462370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. These leather bound books are just so freaking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjRqiTZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/Ol2ZNbJt0KU/s1600/WANT6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjRqiTZ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/Ol2ZNbJt0KU/s400/WANT6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971683964118962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. I love mugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjR4Vk_OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FOeoW_LeZxc/s1600/WANT7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjR4Vk_OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FOeoW_LeZxc/s400/WANT7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971687668841698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. I don't know if I could pull this hat off, but I thought it was lovely all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjSNULL2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Vu0scFZ1nMM/s1600/WANT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjSNULL2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Vu0scFZ1nMM/s400/WANT8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971693300100962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. I like this hat too! To bad it was crazy expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjSUHIduI/AAAAAAAAAOI/htuDhAQ6w9w/s1600/WANT9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjSUHIduI/AAAAAAAAAOI/htuDhAQ6w9w/s400/WANT9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971695124444898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. American Eagle dresses are like my new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjSlFa3CI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IHqvg7HiTP4/s1600/WANT10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjSlFa3CI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IHqvg7HiTP4/s400/WANT10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971699680664610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. They are never too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjdxBrmAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xUHy2kA_OGA/s1600/WANT11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjdxBrmAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xUHy2kA_OGA/s400/WANT11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971891864770562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12. I really liked this one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjdxOPKyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ip0bTBETm3E/s1600/WANT12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjdxOPKyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ip0bTBETm3E/s400/WANT12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971891917433634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;13. ... I couldn't decide color wise which one was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjeBlnTcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yA_mPCkLTbo/s1600/WANT13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjeBlnTcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yA_mPCkLTbo/s400/WANT13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971896310451650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this white vest, but again, everything is just so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjeXywSPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RnCbq3B9IaE/s1600/WANT14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjeXywSPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RnCbq3B9IaE/s400/WANT14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971902271146226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16. Seriously. American Eagle, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjeuiMdYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/P9V9Gr2w2rs/s1600/WANT15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjeuiMdYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/P9V9Gr2w2rs/s400/WANT15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971908375704962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17. I am just so excited for summer so I can wear shoes like this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-Ijiu3kLwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hmD7VF3Gr1o/s1600/WANT16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-Ijiu3kLwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hmD7VF3Gr1o/s400/WANT16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467971977184816898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now if only I could win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lisztomania by Phoenix. I bought their album recently and I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-3474172992651311297?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3474172992651311297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=3474172992651311297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3474172992651311297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3474172992651311297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/05/darling-im-down-and-lonely-when-with.html' title='Darling, I&apos;m down and lonely when with the fortunate only*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/S-IjCwAr9dI/AAAAAAAAANI/u7abfD4jgU0/s72-c/WANT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7794584466827078572</id><published>2010-04-26T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:15:17.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a lake that I can dive into*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/raft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 228px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/raft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by Maggie**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I should tell you that I am totally stoked for summer. I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have crazy parties and go to the lake all the time and I'm just so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so awesome. Because of TAKS, we haven't had to go to school since Monday. It's basically been a second spring break and it continues into next week because Monday is a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have we been out of school all week, but we only really have ONE WEEK left in our college English and Speech classes! I am just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after next week I will be completely finished with the portfolio of death. Also known as the critical approach portfolio that consists of a SIX PAGE paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sweet Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all of that is done, I will have time to live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*California on my Mind by Wild Light&lt;br /&gt;** I forgot! Don't be so feisty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7794584466827078572?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7794584466827078572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7794584466827078572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7794584466827078572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7794584466827078572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-me-lake-that-i-can-dive-into.html' title='Give me a lake that I can dive into*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1587007284175921137</id><published>2010-04-15T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:08:16.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM.*</title><content type='html'>So, I'm really excited about prom this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dillards.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=301&amp;amp;storeId=301&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=502213790"&gt;http://www.dillards.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=301&amp;amp;storeId=301&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=502213790&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my hair did on Saturday at one.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2848720534_6d980ed2b7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 317px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2848720534_6d980ed2b7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have shoes that are heels. And they are wonderful and I love them. I got them a couple of years ago and they've magically matched like every formal dress I've had to buy since I got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't have a picture, but trust me. They're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mask, which is green and from Italy does not match. BUT. I'm borrowing my sister's mask, which is also from Italy. It's silver, white, and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be bananas***, though. I've got to practice my speech for Monday, attend my church's centennial thing on Sunday, perform the One Act play for the community both Sunday and Monday. Also. I've got to fill out all my school scholarship applications for Monday and have at least a four page rough draft for my college English class on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, have a wicked awesome time at prom?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm sorry if this makes you sad, Maggie. I was just so happy and couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;**I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;***Gwen Stefani, you have forever changed the way I spell that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1587007284175921137?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1587007284175921137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1587007284175921137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1587007284175921137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1587007284175921137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html' title='PROM.*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1582274184619123354</id><published>2010-04-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:26:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you know that time after time we will survive. That's why I'm still alive.*</title><content type='html'>I just feel so happy right now! I can't explain it, I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably because my speech is done! Maggie and I didn't get back from ILPC until like 7:00 last night and I was in a coma by 8:30. So I worked on my speech in four of my five classes of the day. It was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got a gold star, bitch! What is up. Gold star threepeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paper is legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Maggie and I went on a road trip to Austin and left for ILPC a day early to find my prom dress, go to a UT tour, and meet John Green and David Levithan at Book People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun, insanely exhausting, sad because I didn't think to get KaCee and Kaitlyn to get notes from their parents so they could ride back with us, and there was an EPIC FAIL thrown in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made videos with my camera throughout the trip and once it gets put together you will see it here and on marvelous maggie's blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm here, I going to tell you what I am currently in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. White nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Legend of the Seeker. What can I say... I am a nerd. I have accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x64/bamagurrls/legendoftheseeker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 414px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x64/bamagurrls/legendoftheseeker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trinity by Paper Tongues. It was the free song on iTunes a couple weeks ago and it is amazing. Go listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just found out that Conan O'Brien will have a new late night show on TBS next fall! Go Team Coco! Suck it, Leno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u278/cshilohb13_2007/im-with-coco__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 498px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u278/cshilohb13_2007/im-with-coco__oPt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The road trip CDs I made for our trip to Austin. The first song was, of course, I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) by the Proclaimers. How could it not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x5/electriczokram/how_met_mother2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x5/electriczokram/how_met_mother2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And has many others including Queen... because it wouldn't be a road trip without a Queen sing-a-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is lyrics from Trinity by Paper Tongues. Have you listened yet? Because you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1582274184619123354?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1582274184619123354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1582274184619123354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1582274184619123354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1582274184619123354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-you-know-that-time-after-time-we.html' title='And you know that time after time we will survive. That&apos;s why I&apos;m still alive.*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6776373206177054715</id><published>2010-03-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:33:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Column Part V</title><content type='html'>All of my friends know this, but you, Lion's Roar readers may not, I do not like country things. And when I say that, I mean being around those things makes my soul hurt. I know it's sacrilegious, because I've lived in here almost my whole life and been raised around these things, but I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, I do own a pair of boots and pearl button up shirts, but this is only because of my involvement with stock show. It was unavoidable because of all my siblings started showing pigs when they were young. I had no choice. I will not lie though, I had fun with it for awhile. This does not mean that my life long dream is about anything agricultural and no, I will not be dippin' any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with the clothes and accents,but what really gets me is the music. I just can't stand country songs. Don't get me wrong, sometimes a few songs are okay and I like Taylor Swift, but I really couldn't care less about your achey, breaky heart. And no I don't find your tractor sexy, so please get out of my face. The quickest way to annoy me is to blast one of these annoying and pointless songs. (Which I probably shouldn't say seeing as how Mr. Terrell took advantage of my deep hatred for anything Miley Cyrus and blasted her music near me everytime the opportunity arose, but oh well I guess.) And every year at prom and winter formal, there is a never ending stream of country songs that play over and over and over again. Which makes me that much eager to leave for IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This irritation is easy enough to ignore, when I'm alone anyway. My friends, like Mr. Terrel, find it funny to blow Miley Cyrus AND country songs through their speakers when we ride around and I'm trapped in the back seat with no hope of reaching the volume button. And when this happens, like at prom, the only thing I can do is hope for the torture to end quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to invest in a good pair of ear plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6776373206177054715?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6776373206177054715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6776373206177054715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6776373206177054715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6776373206177054715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/03/column-part-v.html' title='Column Part V'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5002368197620183058</id><published>2010-03-17T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:18:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, but they're Weird and they're Wonderful*</title><content type='html'>So, I've decided to start doing some blog posts to tell you what I am currently loving at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am really loving weird and random coffee mugs. I was in Austin recently and bought this insanely awesome mustache mug in Book People. Along with a Book People mug and four books. It was a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px; display: block; height: 297px;" alt="" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/mustache-mug-out-of-box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2. I am also craving coffee right now, which is weird because I rarely drink coffee. I don't even get coffee when I go to Starbucks. I get a Vanilla Bean Cappuccino, which doesn't actually have coffee in it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm getting distracted. I want to get coffee like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 363px; display: block; height: 306px;" alt="" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/coffee_art_661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Today... well yesterday, because it's past midnight, was St. Patrick's Day. I watched three Leprechaun movies on SciFi. While telling my friend Colt about it, we discovered that there are SIX movies in total, one in space and two in the hood, which I didn't get to see. Anyways, enjoy this clip of an evil leprechaun smoking weed and then killing a guy with a bong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obnA2cKxhn0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obnA2cKxhn0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've started watching Medium. It comes on after Will &amp;amp; Grace and Fraiser on LifeTime and I am usually always watching those shows before I go to bed. Since I don't have a remote for my T.V., it naturally stays on that channel until I either get up to turn it off, or more likely until I fall asleep. I've become addicted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 235px;" alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/moonbeam45/ghost%20whispers%20chamed%20houses%20more/MEDIUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. When I was out of town this week, I also went to San Antonio to visit the UTSA campus, which explains the road runner, it's not just randomly there. It's their mascot. The campus was beautiful and the dorms were really cool. They were actually like apartments, but then there were the normal dorms which are cheaper and the only place on campus to have an indoor and heated pool. And if I live there, I will get paid to get good grades. Yeah, that's right. I will get PAID to make at least a 3.2, which I have to make in order to do the CAPs program and transfer to UT Austin next year. They said I could get up to $400 each semester that would go straight to me. Plus, the dorms are bigger than normal dorm rooms AND each room has its own bathroom. It's a co-ed dorm, which is probably why everyone has their own bathroom, but that's besides the point. There is a huge mall like across the street from the school and Fiesta Texas is on the other side. And there are a ton of food places on campus, including Chili's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 297px; display: block; height: 220px;" alt="" src="http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv64/yoyooyekiedyo/cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I think I'm going to like it next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I'm thinking this will be somewhere along the lines of a title for posts like this. It's from Bennie and the Jets by Elton John.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5002368197620183058?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5002368197620183058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5002368197620183058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5002368197620183058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5002368197620183058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-but-theyre-weird-and-theyre.html' title='Oh, but they&apos;re Weird and they&apos;re Wonderful*'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/moonbeam45/ghost%20whispers%20chamed%20houses%20more/th_MEDIUM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-170670352186139786</id><published>2010-02-23T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:02:10.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon!... Possibly.</title><content type='html'>So, I have LOTS of ideas and really want to blog (Maggie), but as of right now I have a shit-ton of stuff to do. Which I am avoiding in Newspaper right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! After stock show on Thursday I have absolutely nothing insanely important to do this weekend. So, this blogging will happen. So maybe someone (Maggie) will stop being disappointed in my "blogging potential."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since I am not doing things that I need to, I am going to continue to ramble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm... I really miss the way One Act was last year. We were always having fun and everyone liked each other. This year is like completely different. As soon as you step of stage, you immediately hear the bitching. People are always complaining about how crappy the set looks or how we think some people have completely lost their minds. It's really annoying. I just want to freaking advance this year! Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the bell is about to ring. And this is a really pointless blog, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-170670352186139786?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/170670352186139786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=170670352186139786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/170670352186139786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/170670352186139786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/coming-soon-possibly.html' title='Coming soon!... Possibly.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7249519194994712099</id><published>2010-01-24T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:35:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Column Part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Valentine's Day comes around, I always feel a little bi-polar. I usually never have a problem with this greeting card- created holiday, but as I've gotten older and stayed perpetually single, it's started to annoy me. The day after Valentine's, however, is my birthday and who isn't excited about birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the things that really bothers me when V-Day inevitably comes is when people refer to it as Single's Awareness Day. As if those of us who are single aren't aware of that fact already. Not to mention that when February kicks off and the "love bug" hits, people start pairing of in twos like they're waiting in line to board Noah's Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another thing is when people start freaking out about trying to find a date. Valentine's should celebrate all kinds of love, not just couple love. There is nothing wrong with being single and not having any plans on Valentine's Day other than spending time with other single friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being one of the biggest holidays pushed by the media, there is no escaping it.  You can't watch anything on T.V. without seeing an advertisement for the latest love-story that's now met the big screen. Now, this where the mood swings start. I love sappy and romantic movies and cannot wait to see movies like Dear John, with my date, the box of Kleenexes that will be stuffed into my purse because I will cry. If there is anything remotely sad in the plot line of any kind of movie, I will bawl my eyes out. And because it's based on a Nicholas Sparks book, you know that some part of the story is going to be horribly depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall, I really love Valentine's Day. I loved getting Valentines in elementary school and I love seeing pink and red hearts being plastered everywhere, even though both colors don't look good together any other time of the year. And even though it s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ort of sucks to be single every year, it doesn't matter when you get together and watch movies with cute boys in them with your best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Melany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7249519194994712099?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7249519194994712099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7249519194994712099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7249519194994712099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7249519194994712099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/column-part-iv.html' title='Column Part IV'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-113633246461317487</id><published>2010-01-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:45:02.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/o169772003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 244px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/o169772003-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've decided a few things for this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will finish unfinished things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will not procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will do all that I possibly can to go to UT in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will try to be more excited than nervous for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; make the remaining time I have left with my friends before we all go to college amazing and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-113633246461317487?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/113633246461317487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=113633246461317487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/113633246461317487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/113633246461317487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6592619369850679646</id><published>2010-01-02T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:50:53.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/1704875109_9b414964f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/1704875109_9b414964f5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I have my own house, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;have my own library. This will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/QueensCollegeLibraryOxford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/QueensCollegeLibraryOxford.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libraries are just so freaking pretty. And smell so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/library.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was just for funzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It will be a totally awesome library with a fireplace and leather couches. And some of those bad ass ladders that slide across the shelves. And this library, that will be mine one day, will be filled with leather bound books. Like this insanely beautiful copy of Wicked that I got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sz_E_1XiLkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k8cCg0cculk/s1600-h/Wicked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sz_E_1XiLkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k8cCg0cculk/s400/Wicked.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422269077313957442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will just sit and read all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 237px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will also be my office, and I will have a Mac book that I will write on all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6592619369850679646?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6592619369850679646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6592619369850679646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6592619369850679646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6592619369850679646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-very-important-i-have-many-leather.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sz_E_1XiLkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k8cCg0cculk/s72-c/Wicked.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5725439404239394272</id><published>2009-12-20T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:54:39.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Column Part III</title><content type='html'>I meant to put this on here a really long time ago, but I forgot and it was going to bother me if I had every other column up but this one. FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is always an adventure with my family. We say it's a family curse from both sides, but a family curse none the less. Anything that can go wrong, most certainly will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time my mom attempts to make the sweet potatoes for Christmas dinner, she burns them to a crisp. Every year, I would see my mom run into the kitchen screaming. She'd throw on some ovenmits and slam the oven door open. I swear, each time the oven door crashed open, the sweet potatoes were actually on fire, which would make my mom scream even louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd put them out on the table anyway, despite the crispy, blackened marshmallows on top, and my great uncle Fred would eat them and think they were wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas, my mom decided that we should have some live trees outside to make the house look "festive." A cold front came in one night, and we forgot to bring the small trees inside. We woke up to find the trees limp and slightly brown. No matter how much water my mom forced in the soil, or how long they stayed in the house away from the cold, they wouldn't come back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call that our "Charlie Brown Christmas" because regardless of the fact that the trees were dead, we wrapped them in lights and set them all around the outside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the mishaps, we all still have a blast when we get together. The best part of the holidays at my house is the games. We play everything from Yahtzee, B.S., to Clue and we get crazy aggressive in all of them. Clue is pretty much our game, though. Everyone of us gets really into it. We call it "strategizing", but we're really just cheating shamelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the table is cleared, we bring out the games. That's when it truly feels like Christmas to me, when my family is gathered around the table, differences put aside, joking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5725439404239394272?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5725439404239394272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5725439404239394272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5725439404239394272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5725439404239394272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/column-part-iii.html' title='Column Part III'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5075038629016836570</id><published>2009-12-18T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:18:31.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy balls!</title><content type='html'>I. Am. Freaking. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last pep rally as a student. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is our last football game, whether we win or lose. Which is totally awesome because it's state, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone was like freaking out and a few of us cried. And I still can't believe that we graduate this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was totally fine for like the past two hours until I was listening to this one song. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I built my life around you&lt;br /&gt;But time makes bolder&lt;br /&gt;Children &lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/dixie-chicks-land-slide-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;get older&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about the slide show they do at every graduation. It shows baby pictures of all the seniors and then their actually senior pictures, and it gets to me every time. I bawled like a baby last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year is going to be a million times worse. I'm going to have to stuff an entire box of Kleenexes under my robe just to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5075038629016836570?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5075038629016836570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5075038629016836570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5075038629016836570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5075038629016836570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-balls.html' title='Holy balls!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-8758168187023176416</id><published>2009-11-09T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:06:31.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeniable Fact #001</title><content type='html'>Maggie is not only the most awesome person I know, but the most awesome person in general. She is my best friend in the whole UNIVERSE. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402274998439299618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Svi8fRTyyiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XQP0zg5CaOQ/s400/bahaha.bmp" /&gt;-Melany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-8758168187023176416?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8758168187023176416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=8758168187023176416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/8758168187023176416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/8758168187023176416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/11/undeniable-fact-001.html' title='Undeniable Fact #001'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Svi8fRTyyiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XQP0zg5CaOQ/s72-c/bahaha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6306166294100297197</id><published>2009-10-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:12:46.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Column Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Disney Channel is slowly killing civilization as we know it. By mass producing today's pop stars, they are slowly rotting the minds of youths across the country, not to mention the permanent scars being left on the music industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have always loved music. I'll admit, when I was little I was a listener of Britney Spears, the Spice Girls, and the now extinct boy bands of that time. And I still like most of the pop songs out there today, but when I was younger I had a musical awakening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My dad was always on the road for work when I was little. So, during spring break and other holidays like it, I would get to ride with my dad in his truck. This usually meant that I lost control of the radio for however many days I was gone. At first I was annoyed. He always kept it on classic rock, which I at the time I thought was "old people music." After a few trips, I fell in love with classic rock. It opened my eyes to music that was out there. Because of this, I have learned to love most types of music, excluding country. (I'm sorry, but that's just not happening.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It makes me sick to see so many Disney stars on the music charts. Not all of them are bad, but I sometimes wonder if they make all their actors go to a special boot camp to train them to be triple threats (actors, singers, dancers). Not everyone can sing, Disney Channel. But it’s apparently a requirement now, if you want to work with the big cheese known as Mickey Mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The worst of the little pop tarts out there has to be Miley Cyrus. Not only does she have a T.V. show, which became a movie, but she also has two personalities. Each with their own CD! I don’t know who is worse, her or her mullet-loving, power-hungry father who pushed her into her career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Musical acts aren’t the only thing Disney is mass producing. How many straight to DVD movies have they made in the last ten years? How many sequels have they made for beloved classic Disney movies? Sequels that changed the way we saw cherished characters. Let it go, Disney Channel, and let the classics remain timeless, not tainted by an entire saga of worthless movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quality is more important than quantity, but apparently not according to Disney Channel. To avoid this onslaught of quickly manufactured entertainment, I suggest finding a new book to read. But the way things are going, Disney stars won’t only be actors, singer and dancers, they’ll be authors too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh wait, they already are. Not only did Miley Cyrus make innocent civilians sit through an entire movie, which included music from her and her alter-ego, but she has also written a book. An autobiography of all things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, now no form of media is safe. The only solution it seems is to dig a deep hole and hibernate until it’s safe to enjoy the enertainment world again. It looks like it’s going to be a long winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Melany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. I need ideas for a headline for this. Suggestions will be appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6306166294100297197?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6306166294100297197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6306166294100297197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6306166294100297197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6306166294100297197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/column-part-ii.html' title='Column Part II'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2635171166807798432</id><published>2009-10-09T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:24:45.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical powers I wish I had.</title><content type='html'>Umm... this is a good list to make today, especially since the Accounting test that I'm supposed to be taking right now was moved to Monday. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had Joanna's power of Eastwick. She can get men to do what ever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well hello Jenson Ackles. You are falling in love with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could walk through walls. Because that would be great fun. Especially if I was being chased by an angry mob for some reason, and they just saw me run through some wall, they would all be like,"Holy shit! GHOSTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had super speed. Because I like to go places but, I get wicked motion sick. All the time. But I still love to ride roller coasters and I don't get sick on those. I don't know, it's a conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could control the elements. Everybody has those days when they just want to throw a bolt of lightning at someone. Everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had telekinesis. Cleaning stuff would just be so much easier. Plus it would just be wicked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could freeze time. Sometimes I just have so much stuff to do and I just want to stop time and get it all done. And I would still have time to be mischievious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had powers like Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Because she could do all the things I listed above and more with a point of her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I wish that I had the ability to steal other people's powers. Because if I don't have magical powers, nobody can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. MWAHHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2635171166807798432?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2635171166807798432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2635171166807798432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2635171166807798432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2635171166807798432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/magical-powers-i-wish-i-had.html' title='Magical powers I wish I had.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5293306909584291427</id><published>2009-10-02T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:34:33.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chim-a-ney Crickets!</title><content type='html'>So, Mr. Lucas is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that we distribute all the papers around town and Mr. Lucas had to talk with us about it. He said that we had to talk because none of us knew how to pass the papers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in newspaper last year, bitch. I know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, he wouldn't listen. So we had a 15 minute talk about how and where to pass the papers out at. Maggie and I were the ones actually going around town and we both have done it before, but he would not freaking shut up. And then he kept asking who was going and everyone was like,"Maggie and Melany." And we're were pointing at each other and he was like,"I need names."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone, including me and Maggie, was like,"Maggie and Melany!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we didn't get to leave until like 10:50 and lunch starts at 11:17. We were very efficient and just stayed at Prairie Star until lunch started. We were there for like 15 minutes waiting for it to actually be time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the way into accounting, Maggie and I were discussing about how poor we'll be in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be poor because I've never had a job,"Maggie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be the poorest kid in college and I'll be really dirty and be wearing scarves. I'll have to be a chimney sweep.'Sweep your chimney for a penny,'" I said in a British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie was amused and said,"Chimaney sweep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made fun of her, hence the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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And it is a &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="nikon d40" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dnikon%20d40"&gt;Nikon D40&lt;/leo_highlight&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://akamaipix.crutchfield.com/products/2006/054/h054D40KiT-f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 257px;" src="http://akamaipix.crutchfield.com/products/2006/054/h054D40KiT-f.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas/Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But seriously, I would kill to have this camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I keep forgetting that I'm a senior. It's freaking weird to think that in a few short months I will be done with high school. It's also scary having to worry about filling out college applications, taking ACT/SAT, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been freaking awesome so far. I am a part of the best Scream Team my school has ever seen. Scream Team is just a group of senior girls that dress all crazy for the football games. It started out a couple of years ago and they only dressed up for the playoffs. Last year they did all the home games too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, my friends and I haven't missed a single game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqJsTfZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ABxUQgd5Myg/s1600-h/First+Football+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqJsTfZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ABxUQgd5Myg/s400/First+Football+Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387443873026112914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was from the first game. We didn't get that crazy, just weird socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqcrdEQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Q-4cYeD6sLs/s1600-h/First+Home+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqcrdEQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Q-4cYeD6sLs/s400/First+Home+Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387443878122819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For our first home game, we decided to dress up like cheerleaders. We got old skirts and huge pom poms from the school. Instead of doing what the regular cheerleaders do during the fight song, we did the Macarena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqzq6K_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jicagDtsRAs/s1600-h/Senior+Citizens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqzq6K_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jicagDtsRAs/s400/Senior+Citizens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387443884294548466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqzq6K_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jicagDtsRAs/s1600-h/Senior+Citizens.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senior Citizens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It was pretty legendary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most recent game, we decided to dress up like old ladies. I don't really know why, but we did. Everyone thought that we (mainly Maggie and Kaitlyn) were actual old ladies. Kaitlyn was the first one of us dress and had to take pictures for Yearbook. So, she was out on the field by all our guys taking pictures. All the guys and fans thought that she was some weird soccer mom type who was trying to take pictures of Eula from our side. Mr. Lucas thought that the Anson Yearbook sponsor was frumpy and old, but no, that was just Kaitlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to use a walker that KaCee had. This time, when we did the fight song dance, we danced the Cancan. When I kicked my feet, I threw my walker in the air with them. It was great fun.&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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQR3jolt2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/LTyOjvU1yjY/s1600-h/Shakin%27+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQR3jolt2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/LTyOjvU1yjY/s400/Shakin%27+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387450700397918050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were SHAKIN' IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We realize that we can't top the awesomeness that was the old lady day, but we've got some pretty epic ideas for the next few games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My title is from one of Paramore's new songs. I am possibly, most likely buying their new CD, Brand New Eyes, on Friday! 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href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-could-follow-you-to-beginning-just-to.html' title='I could follow you to the beginning just to relive the start, and maybe then we&apos;d remember to slow down at all of our favorite parts.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SsQLqJsTfZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ABxUQgd5Myg/s72-c/First+Football+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5690850391906687639</id><published>2009-09-16T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:02:17.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Column, HOORAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is my column for my school newspaper. I wrote about Twilight , are you surprised? I didn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The young, the beautiful, and the eternally damned. It's the fanged sensation that's sweeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the nation. Teens and adults alike are obsessed with these creatures of the night thanks to Stephenie Meyer, the award-winning author who wrote the story that started the craze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am not afraid to admit that I am a Twihard, defined by Urban Dictionary as an serious/obsessive reader of &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="the twilight saga" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dthe%20twilight%20saga"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/leo_highlight&gt;. I was completely and hopelessly addicted to the series. I eventually learned to cope with this addiction, but before I did, I was constantly reading and rereading my favorite parts of all four books. Over and over and over again. For months, no other book seemed to compare to the damp, dark world that Stephenie Meyer created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When Hollywood's version came out, everyone was getting the textually transmitted disease. Vampire was the only word on everyone's tongue. All the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;fans were left high and dry after devouring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_1" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_1')" leohighlights_keywords="breaking dawn" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dbreaking%20dawn"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/leo_highlight&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, the last book in the saga, and were left wanting more. And behold, a sea of vampire books and memorabilia splurged forth. But they were mostly rubbish. Everybody was slapping the word 'vampire' on anything and everything to board the money train on which Stephenie Meyer was the conductor.                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="Georgia" size="12px" style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. Some of these vampire books were actually good, but it seemed that the majority of authors thought they would be best sellers just because their book was about vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What's more annoying is that now you can't escape from the vampire fever. When you turn on your television, there are shows about vampires. When you walk into a book store, there are entire sections devoted to vampires. Even on coupons for book stores, there are pictures of children with their arms full of vampire books. The most offensive thing of all is that in these vampire sections sits &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;, American novelist Emily Bronte’s only book. Stamped on the cover is a small, round sticker that reads, “Bella and Edward’s Favorite Book.” When will it stop?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Georgia" size="12px" style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There seems to be no end to this fad, especially since the second installment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_2" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_2')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_2')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_2')" leohighlights_keywords="new moon" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dnew%20moon"&gt;New Moon&lt;/leo_highlight&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, is coming out in theaters this November (which I am EXTREMELY excited for).  The only means of escape is to ignore all the bloodsucking creatures being plastered in the media and hope that in the future, a new and creative idea will arrive. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5690850391906687639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5690850391906687639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5690850391906687639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/column-hooray.html' title='Column, HOORAY!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4756755864249184005</id><published>2009-09-14T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:07:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP, I'M NOT DEAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, readers, I am not dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just lazy. My Paris blog is like basically done, except for pictures, but I don't ever feel like editing them because of these reason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We were fixing our T.V. room and all the crap in there was shoved into the rest of the house. It threw off my groove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Because I have like 2,000 pictures. That's a lot, if you didn't know. And like I said, I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Anyways, I want to know why we have accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I think there should be a Blogging class instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a good idea. Because it would make everyone better writers and then I wouldn't be freaking out so much over my column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a column and editorial to write and it gives me anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it awesome when you decide to put you ipod on shuffle and the songs they put together are freaking awesome?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like every type of song you feel like listening to and forgot about get paired together into a wicked good mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. It's like Jesus is looking down and saying,"This is for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the angels sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school has already been sort of stressful. Which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Mr. Lucas is on his period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made some changes to the paper and it is now over twice the size it was. And we have to worry about making sure we fill up all that space, but Mr. Lucas is going to have and give me an aneurysm if he doesn't calm down a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which he won't. At least not until the second issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um. I would freaking kill for a mac book. And a new, AWESOME camera. And a job so I can have some steady cash flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all I want to do lately is read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, The Blue Blood series, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading The Time Traveler's Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has a really good smell. I love that new book smell. It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. This blog has been completely pointless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but you enjoyed the ride, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't wait for Paramore's new CD! It's going to be so good! I love Paramore. And Matt Nathanson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-4756755864249184005?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4756755864249184005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4756755864249184005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4756755864249184005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4756755864249184005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-crap-im-not-dead.html' title='HOLY CRAP, I&apos;M NOT DEAD.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-595740876828311062</id><published>2009-08-06T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:57:55.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT.</title><content type='html'>I want this stuff from Forever 21. Hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/56562640-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/56562640-06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62645506-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62645506-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64298770-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/64298770-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58047172-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58047172-03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large_zoomin/62323909-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 434px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large_zoomin/62323909-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62964781-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62964781-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62959363-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62959363-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62828557-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62828557-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/49102828-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/49102828-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63680344-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63680344-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63688858-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63688858-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62847907-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/62847907-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63344041-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63344041-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58613353-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58613353-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The hood is kinda weird, but this scarf has pockets!&lt;br /&gt;** I want this most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Computer/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-595740876828311062?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/595740876828311062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=595740876828311062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/595740876828311062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/595740876828311062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want.html' title='I WANT.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5401359760341226335</id><published>2009-08-01T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:42:11.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="column body" id="scroll_here"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;This is a late night chat between Maggie and I on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   Maggie? Tell me a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Okay. . . . Once upon a time there was a BEAUUUUUUTIFUL princess named Maggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   I’m going to close my eyes, but I’m not asleep. I’m just listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Hahaha, okay. Anyway, Princess Maggie had a pet mouse named Melany. They were best friends. The mouse could talk, but only in haiku. Princess Maggie loved the mouse anyway. And Melany loved her because she gave her cheese. Are you still there? *taps glass* The story’s about to get good! One day, Melany and Maggie were watching Will &amp;amp; Grace when a GIANT GAY DRAGON NAMED BEVERLEY LESLIE came flying in and said mean things to the mouse! But then Maggie stepped in and saved Melany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   AND THEN, A DRAGON CAME . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Yeah . . . I covered that. Keep up, Melany. ANYWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   AND TURNED MELANY INTO A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Melany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   And they all lived happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   The dragon was bad! Are you even paying attention?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   That was a very good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   I WAS GETTING TO THAT! You suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   Okay, you can finish. I won’t interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Alright, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Thank you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. Where was I? Oh yes. . . . Maggie saved Melany from the dragon by turning him into a STRAIGHTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And being a straight, boy dragon, he got distracted by a group of cheerleaders out the window and went and ate them instead. Then a wizard came and turned Melany into a BEAUUUUUUTIFUL princess, JUST LIKE MAGGIE. And then the wizard made Robert Pattinson and Jensen Ackles appear! And Maggie and Melany had a GORGEOUS double wedding. And they all lived happily ever after because they didn’t have kids. THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   That was a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   My favorite was the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie:   Mine too! I thought you would enjoy that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&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/4525622315765901356-5401359760341226335?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5401359760341226335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5401359760341226335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5401359760341226335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5401359760341226335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-why-i-love-us.html' title='This is why I love us.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-661725849509292330</id><published>2009-07-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:14:17.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTY5RR7npI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Svolh7rZY5I/s1600-h/183%21.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTY5RR7npI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Svolh7rZY5I/s320/183%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356144335253118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting motion sick and flight-filled day, my explorica group arrived at Heathrow airport in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no time to change or shower, we met our tour guide Silvana and got in the bus and began driving towards London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I only slept a few hours on the 8 hour flight, I was bouncing in my seat. I could hear others around me snoring, but I was taking pictures of everything I was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When arriving in London, we were told that there was going to be a little traffic because there was an Underground (their subway) strike.&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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTY5wZ8wzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dZmlI1MXSNg/s1600-h/105.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTY5wZ8wzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dZmlI1MXSNg/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356144343608247090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beep beep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London traffic was ridiculous! The lanes were like half the size of an American lane and then, of course, they drive on the opposite side of the road than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a huge bus, crammed in a tiny lane, and were literally two inches away from every car we drove past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how our driver didn't wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while we were all stuffed on the road, a local, that could tell we were tourists from all the flashes inside the bus, leans outside of his car and lifts up his shirt. He then, rubs his nipple at us and gets back in the car. Traffic hasn't moved yet, so then he starts to make faces at us. (Mary, please tell me that you got a picture?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start out the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fish and chips for dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTU8xjrrVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7gHiet5T44U/s1600-h/219.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTU8xjrrVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7gHiet5T44U/s320/219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356139997410602322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary was not a fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly good, but I was also very tired and hungry. Their ketchup was kind of weird though. It was sweet and watery, sort of like cocktail sauce. It was still good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we stayed at was so small. And there wasn't a different room for the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just a small stall beside the bed that was our shower, with a semi-clear shower door. Also, the shower smelled like butt, so Mary doused it with febreeze so we wouldn't slowly suffocate from the stench. It worked pretty well actually. And the w.c. was also a small little cubicle shaped box, behind our room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went the Tower of London and I saw a collection of armor that belonged to Henry VIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size of the codpiece, or as Colt called it the junk cup, was insane. It was literally the size of his helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing it, Colt said,"No wonder he didn't have a male heir, he probably boiled all the boy sperm inside that thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this website and watch the slide show to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hrp.org.uk/TowerofLondon/stories/palacehighlights/HenryVIIIDressedtoKill/Armingtheman.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in London, we rode the Underground several times. It wasn't that smelly, or confusing for that matter. Every time the train would stop, a British voice would drone over head. "Mind the gap!" Over and over again. It was quite hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had several incidents that day where I would open my mouth and a British accent would come out by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding the escalator after getting off the Underground and a local Brit was trying to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Scuse me," the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry," I said, but the word came out all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kody was behind me and said,"You did it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after dinner, a few of us went to Abbey Road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ellebee.net/blog/media/users/ellebee/beatles-the-abbey-road-4900136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 319px;" src="http://ellebee.net/blog/media/users/ellebee/beatles-the-abbey-road-4900136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;... and I got to sign the wall.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTf45qfJZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BroY4-mz_7o/s1600-h/344.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTf45qfJZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BroY4-mz_7o/s320/344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356152025495053714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Colt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTf6zZ1f6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/_syhwRvWQDU/s1600-h/346.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTf6zZ1f6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/_syhwRvWQDU/s320/346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356152058174341026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we signed it for Maggie.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTf7ayjhwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RxT8oZp4K_w/s1600-h/351.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTf7ayjhwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RxT8oZp4K_w/s320/351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356152068747003650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we crossed the street, which was kind of scary because of the traffic.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTjkzmEozI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uX3cWEaROpM/s1600-h/Abbey+Road.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTjkzmEozI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uX3cWEaROpM/s320/Abbey+Road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356156078315053874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After crossing the street, we walked around London for a little bit, trying to find the Underground again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking, we found a secret garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Not really, someone just left their gate open, but it's only called trespassing in America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It makes me sad that those pictures turned out blurry.&lt;br /&gt;** This picture is kind of blurry too, but we can blame that on Tanner because he's the one who took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlUBxucHPiI/AAAAAAAAAII/amBR_m2fGsM/s1600-h/145%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlUBxucHPiI/AAAAAAAAAII/amBR_m2fGsM/s400/145%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356189285618236962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlUBx5FH3tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KlLXXYEew58/s1600-h/147%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Pip pip! Cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-661725849509292330?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/661725849509292330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=661725849509292330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/661725849509292330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/661725849509292330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/london-calling.html' title='London Calling'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SlTY5RR7npI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Svolh7rZY5I/s72-c/183%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1545873345601234876</id><published>2009-07-05T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:40:48.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear readers,</title><content type='html'>I have been back in the USA for a couple weeks now, and I realize that some of you (Maggie) will kill me if I do not tell of my European adventures. First, I would like to explain that the day after I got back from Rome, I had to play 4 basketball games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a total of nine games in three days. All while I was jet lagged. I did have one days rest after that, but then I had to go to a freaking basketball camp that lasted three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I apologize for neglecting my blogger, but I needed a few days to recuperate, do laundry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will have my London blog posted in the next two days. Pictures and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1545873345601234876?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1545873345601234876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1545873345601234876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1545873345601234876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1545873345601234876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-readers.html' title='Dear readers,'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1194602263226958639</id><published>2009-06-09T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:43:22.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melany is going...</title><content type='html'>... overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving tomorrow for TWO WEEKS to visit different countries in Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I'm leaving in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is odd. It doesn't feel like it's really here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is a short post because I am trying to fix my iPod and get ready for tomorrow. Also because I have to be at Mrs. Riley's house by 7:30 am and I need to get some sleep. I don't I will though, it's starting to sink in and now my legging is bouncing and I'm getting really, really giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't be disappointed, my next post will be insanely long and will be a detailed description of all my foreign adventures. Photos will be included, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1194602263226958639?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1194602263226958639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1194602263226958639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1194602263226958639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1194602263226958639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/melany-is-going.html' title='Melany is going...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7762929375624096330</id><published>2009-05-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:03:34.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A life without love is like a year without summer."</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Europe in a little over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still need to:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. either fix my old messenger bag of buy a new one,&lt;br /&gt;2. buy rechargeable batteries and another memory card for my camera,&lt;br /&gt;3. get a haircut,&lt;br /&gt;4. find my freaking duffel bag,&lt;br /&gt;5. get an iPod charger,&lt;br /&gt;6. buy new headphones so I can actually listen to my iPod,&lt;br /&gt;7. clean my room completely before I leave,&lt;br /&gt;8. try packing everything to make sure it will all fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I also need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy study books for the SAT and ACT and actually take those tests,&lt;br /&gt;2. finish the letter I am giving to Mr. Lucas concerning the editor's position,&lt;br /&gt;3. go to the gym and shoot everyday so I can become wicked skinny and actually play next year,&lt;br /&gt;4. find an oral surgeon so I get my wisdom teeth taken out and my teeth won't be messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exciting news, I got a POOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the conversation went with my mother today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got a surprise for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess," she demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to," I complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It starts with an 's' and ends with a 'p'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mean a swimming pool? That ends with an 'l'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... well, we got a pool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mother is in charge of teaching to youths of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maggie's list blog inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7762929375624096330?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7762929375624096330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7762929375624096330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7762929375624096330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7762929375624096330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-without-love-is-like-year-without.html' title='&quot;A life without love is like a year without summer.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5700347801655580264</id><published>2009-05-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:44:45.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it was safe to log in on blogger...</title><content type='html'>It was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dim light nearby cast shadows over my eyes. I could barely see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week I have been freaking out over my stupid extra credit chemistry experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked on page after page of crappy so-called "scientific" websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one where you put Calcium Carbide into a balloon with water and place it over a candle so you can watch it explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Mr. Norton didn't have any of the aforementioned chemical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. I was looking forward to making something go KA-BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was on a quest to find something cool to do for this experiment. Something easy that I could write my explanation over in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn helped me find this Bubble Bomb on Yahoo!Kids and it seemed pretty lame, but I was desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a simple baking soda in vinegar reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing this with Mr. Norton, he gave me an idea. Instead of using a baggy, like in the really stupid kiddy experiment, he suggested using a film canister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had one of these, most house have some somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting home from a 4 hour long jr. docent meeting and watching the Supernatural season finale with Colt and Jacob, I thought I should test it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most other things, like food for example, there was no canister at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started freaking out. So, I frantically called Colt, he said he had one. He didn't answer. Then I tried Kaitlyn, she said she had one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thankfully, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out the banking soda and went to find the vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called Kaitlyn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had vinegar. She is my chemistry hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home from her house for the second time in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly gathered what I needed and decided to put blue food coloring in the vinegar because... blue is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to stain the newish kitchen sink, I asked my dad if he wanted to go outside and watch the experiment with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the canister in a patio chair and dropped the small piece of paper filled with baking soda in. I closed the lid and took a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute, I carefully leaned towards the canister. I gently shook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lid shot off somewhere in the black of night and the canister flopped over in the chair, spilling blue vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard that lid land on the roof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap," I thought to my self. "I need that stupid lid to actually do this experiment on Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly cleaned up the blue puddle and rinsed the canister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad looked for the flashlight so we could climb up on the roof at 10:30 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to get the ladder from the back, which is where a skunk comes every night to eat cat food left on the plate from that morning, my dad stepped up onto the back of his pickup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaded over to get a better look and found the lid towards the very top point of our roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for a rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the longest rake we have and jumped onto the back alongside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the flashlight while he leaned precariously over the edge of the cover on the back end of his truck and closer to the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stretched as far as he could and eventually knocked it off into the grass below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the entire canister, lid and all, to use for the experiment on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the adventures I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5700347801655580264?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5700347801655580264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5700347801655580264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5700347801655580264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5700347801655580264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe-to.html' title='Just when you thought it was safe to log in on blogger...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-9130674142846740591</id><published>2009-05-08T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:12:24.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Will Smith is like the black Chuck Norris."</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm actually blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fall in a hole, or get arrested, or die in a freak gasoline-fight accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to the point, this summer is going to be hotter than hell... not literally, but you know. Today got up to 104.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104! And it's only May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the heat strokes we'll experience in June and July.... but I won't be here for half of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even be in America! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. I am going to come home with a bajillion pictures and totally awesome European clothes and souvenirs and such. It will be amazing. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this summer is going to be awesome because we will go to the lake all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message will be sent to all those who are worthy to partake in the aforementioned party. The message will only consist of three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the lake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it will self-destruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll party it up at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went today to escape the hellish heat. We bought floaties and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus and Britton took the inflatable raft that they took to trips last summer. They had a rope with a big rock to use as an anchor. They tied it to this tower-like structure in middle of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Marcus got so freaked out about the Game Warden catching him doing this, it's apparently illegal or something, that he told Britton to throw it overboard if he saw the Game Warden's pick up and to paddle away from the tower as fast as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fool proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the rock was sitting at the bottom of their raft, it made a tiny hole. And a little water squirted into the raft. Marcus said,"Britton! You're fat ass put a hole in the boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britton then shouted,"Abandon ship!" and flopped himself over the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,"Holy crap this water is cold!" he exclaimed. And threw himself back in the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we had drifted pretty far out, almost to the buoys, and decided to swim back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Marcus had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't I throw the rock out there and then pull all of us to the rock and then throw it again and just keep doing that until we get to the shore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought,"Why not? We won't have to paddle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus throws the rock and starts pulling the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls and nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets to the end of the rope and... the rock slipped out of the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap! I knew that was going to happen and that was a good anchor too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got to shore and went to my house and we watched 7 Pounds and ate pizza and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite sad. And really good... but sad. I recommend the rental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't watch it with Marcus. He got very impatient and kept asking questions... but nobody knew because no one had seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then him and KaCee kept saying inappropriate things. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the almost always quiet Britton was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which KaCee said,"You're funny. I wished you talked more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, this summer is going to be the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The funniest part of the whole thing was Marcus and Britton's continuous use of &lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;nautical terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-9130674142846740591?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9130674142846740591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=9130674142846740591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/9130674142846740591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/9130674142846740591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-smith-is-like-black-chuck-norris.html' title='&quot;Will Smith is like the black Chuck Norris.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7028966460469439963</id><published>2009-04-30T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:45:07.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL DAY OF BEDA SPECTACULAR!</title><content type='html'>This will be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this to humor someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coughcoughcoughMaggiecough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because this being the final day of BEDA, I thought I should go out with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue blogging of course, but not this consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today has been a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The science TAKS wasn't that had. I actually finished before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am friggin' loving the two hour lunches we get everyday. They have been really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today during lunch, I got pretty hyper. I was listening to music and I don't know, I just got really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got back for English and these people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfpFrNgl4kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ijNCXy8Nnb4/s1600-h/Melany%27s+stuff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfpFrNgl4kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ijNCXy8Nnb4/s320/Melany%27s+stuff2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649717609456194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfpFrY40KTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zY_8ArZDm2g/s1600-h/Melanystuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfpFrY40KTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zY_8ArZDm2g/s320/Melanystuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649720663845170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of negative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirrels are nature's ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am for serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have lightning quick speed, except when crossing streets... that's their only weakness. They climb great heights and lightly scurry across telephone wires to get where they need to go.&lt;br /&gt;They are suspicious of everything and will quickly dart in the other direction if someone comes near them. They always have high energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a calm squirrel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w265/VisageFaccia/Squirrels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 365px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w265/VisageFaccia/Squirrels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus they are always on a quest for something. The perfect acorn? A totally awesome knot whole for where he can live and invite his other squirrel friends over to have wicked cool parties?**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows, but they're always looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people weren't aware of this fact, why would someone have made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i723.photobucket.com/albums/ww232/elliephant3771/squirrels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 324px;" src="http://i723.photobucket.com/albums/ww232/elliephant3771/squirrels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Point proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are depicted very well in the media. I mean, look at Hammy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t313/Jessegirl4eva/hammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 310px;" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t313/Jessegirl4eva/hammy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to be that squirrel? Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing experiments in Chemistry to improve our lowest test grade, which is wicked awesome because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need the help. We have to explain why it happened and we're going to compete against the freshmen and see who can do better experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juniors totally got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. We're in a freaking college class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, look how wicked cool this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8ch4n_d-YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8ch4n_d-YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My explanation for this experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is it. My last blog in BEDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me kind of sad.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think of other sad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colt's leaving and going to college soon. And then we're going to graduate next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so weird to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird to think that it's actually going to happen. And that we all will be leaving home. And that once we graduate, that's it, no more high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then college will be over before we know it and then we'll be like real people. In the real world. Paying our own bills and having responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I realize that these are hard to read, but I didn't know how to fix them. The first one says,"I'ma huge douche," and the second one says,"I used to be cool, but now I'm a tool who doesn't wash his hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This is totally the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This has got to be the most bi-polar blog I have ever written. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7028966460469439963?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7028966460469439963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7028966460469439963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7028966460469439963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7028966460469439963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-day-of-beda-spectacular.html' title='FINAL DAY OF BEDA SPECTACULAR!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfpFrNgl4kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ijNCXy8Nnb4/s72-c/Melany%27s+stuff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6709852427784526792</id><published>2009-04-29T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:17:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I can't be Mary without being loud!"</title><content type='html'>After being mentally drained from TAKS today, I decided that I wanted to do something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you something, everything I try to plan always falls through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad now, but freshmen year was awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a zero-tolerance for boredom... which I still do, but I can better control it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to call KaCee and try to organize things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how our conversations went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KaCee, I'm bored. We should call people and do something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like what," KaCee would ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation would last 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we would eventually hang up and I would call other people and try to  get something together, but it never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this didn't just happen occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like every Friday and Saturday night that entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I texted Mary, Maggie, KaCee, and Kaitlyn and asked if anyone was up for pictures and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaCee couldn't do anything for an hour because she had to help set up for work and Kaitlyn couldn't come at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie was about to take a shower, and it took her like 2 hours to freaking get ready. Gaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, KaCee had to go to Breckenridge with her mom and had to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted everyone at five in hopes of taking pictures as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to harass Maggie at 5:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't done getting ready until 6:50ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to investigate why she was moving so slow around 6:30 and got Mary to help me move her along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going straight to the new Mexican restaurant on Main Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkQWGKumTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a0Q0xeYlhDE/s1600-h/002+-+Copy+%2812%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkQWGKumTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a0Q0xeYlhDE/s320/002+-+Copy+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330309605768468786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is very bright and colorful. I really like it. And it pisses me off that this freaking picture is blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqhaifujqrgh;aisdjfwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great fun talking and eating. The waiter asked Maggie a question in mid-bite, and she just kept talking with a piece of quesadilla between her teeth. We all laughed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV9rUa05I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wcjl7uAY8Rg/s1600-h/001+-+Copy+%2812%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV9rUa05I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wcjl7uAY8Rg/s320/001+-+Copy+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315783314264978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mary telling us a story... she was trying to be quiet in the tiny restaurant, but she was having some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we very briefly took pictures, we just kind of drove around. We didn't really know what we were going to take pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV9j47A2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/slIf_hmLf4Q/s1600-h/007+-+Copy+%288%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV9j47A2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/slIf_hmLf4Q/s320/007+-+Copy+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315781319885666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay, I had fun eating and arguing with Maggie and laughing at Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV-OR5GSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sfmdenLxYr0/s1600-h/013+-+Copy+%289%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV-OR5GSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sfmdenLxYr0/s320/013+-+Copy+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315792698906914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She does get pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I accidentally broke Maggie's fuzzy dice from Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this made it all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV9-yq7LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oxbMjxe0oPY/s1600-h/012+-+Copy+%289%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkV9-yq7LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oxbMjxe0oPY/s320/012+-+Copy+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315788541422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Maggie's car look like a Muppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6709852427784526792?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6709852427784526792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6709852427784526792&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6709852427784526792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6709852427784526792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-be-mary-without-being-loud.html' title='&quot;I can&apos;t be Mary without being loud!&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfkQWGKumTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a0Q0xeYlhDE/s72-c/002+-+Copy+%2812%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5531479074396203480</id><published>2009-04-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:48:09.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKS... ew.</title><content type='html'>I want to see this movie really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TITHdj1iPfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TITHdj1iPfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to buy this one really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i726.photobucket.com/albums/ww269/kubballer23/fired-up-movie-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 489px;" src="http://i726.photobucket.com/albums/ww269/kubballer23/fired-up-movie-poster-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have the math TAKS test tomorrow and probably should study a little bit... I say that I will, but I probably won't. I'm in the middle of painting my fingernails right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I am really, really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I probably won't for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinators unite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5531479074396203480?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5531479074396203480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5531479074396203480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5531479074396203480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5531479074396203480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/taks-ew.html' title='TAKS... ew.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-9072572055589823272</id><published>2009-04-27T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:32:17.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep beep boop.</title><content type='html'>While randomly surfing the web, I decided to look up rings on jamesavery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secure.jamesavery.com/images/item-photos/large/R-1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://secure.jamesavery.com/images/item-photos/large/R-1333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secure.jamesavery.com/images/item-photos/large/R-1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://secure.jamesavery.com/images/item-photos/large/R-1301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secure.jamesavery.com/images/item-photos/large/R-153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://secure.jamesavery.com/images/item-photos/large/R-153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;to have all of these and my senior ring, if I ever get to order one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wetseal.com/assets/ws/product_images/40659831539_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 345px;" src="http://wetseal.com/assets/ws/product_images/40659831539_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I found many, many dresses that I would like. And they're on sale. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59428375-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59428375-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63409444-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63409444-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59755390-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59755390-04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60413677-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60413677-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wetseal.com/assets/ws/product_images/40875385700_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 346px;" src="http://wetseal.com/assets/ws/product_images/40875385700_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that almost all of these dresses are black/white/gray. I didn't pick those on purpose, they just looked the best in those colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm bored now and I'm going go textbook. And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Computer/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-9072572055589823272?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/9072572055589823272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=9072572055589823272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/9072572055589823272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/9072572055589823272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/while-randomly-surfing-web-i-decided-to.html' title='Beep beep boop.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1179818488077700314</id><published>2009-04-26T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:59:39.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So what if you're father-in-law beat your ass with a candle stick? I'm sure that's happend before."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Breckenridge with KaCee today. She had to take kittens to Matt from Ft. Griffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329190309730820050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfUWWff1n9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gufPeEvbe9I/s320/002+-+Copy+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They got to ride in a laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329190314848718354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfUWWykCjhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/g1E1in93_Lg/s320/021+-+Copy+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Peanut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329190319115501874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfUWXCdUgTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HV6IWt6PiWw/s320/029+-+Copy+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is his sister, Butter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butter pretty much slept the whole way, but Peanut tried to crawl out of the basket. So, while we rode around Breckenridge trying to figure out where Matt lived, he rode in my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329190312652800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfUWWqYfglI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IoBtF8mFWmc/s320/013+-+Copy+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took lots of pictures of Peanut, but this one is by far my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about school and such next year. I really hope that I have some classes with KaCee next year. I feel like I never get to talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Maggie, KaCee, and I all went to talk with Mr. Raymond on his porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked some more about classes next year and just stuff in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, Maggie gave him this wicked awesome rubber ducky tie, and it sparked this totally cool idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to wear ties when we walk the stage for graduation in honor of Mr. Raymond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also going to make him a tie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need to write my news story and want to finish watching You, Me and Dupree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm thinking about getting a body wave perm. Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Also, I want to dye my hair red... but what else is new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1179818488077700314?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1179818488077700314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1179818488077700314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1179818488077700314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1179818488077700314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-what-if-youre-father-in-law-beat.html' title='&quot;So what if you&apos;re father-in-law beat your ass with a candle stick? I&apos;m sure that&apos;s happend before.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SfUWWff1n9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gufPeEvbe9I/s72-c/002+-+Copy+(11).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2558546108742058088</id><published>2009-04-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:56:51.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to UIL regionals and all I got was a t-shirt. No, really, I did.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7:30 this morning for UIL in Abilene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn and I left around 9:20 because I had to be there for roll call it 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on our way there, we were almost hit by a fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a second to process that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fridge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strapped down  on top of/in the bed of this blue pick up in the opposite lane and there was a white suburban in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gust of wind whips the refrigerator off of the pick up and straight into the white suburban, who swerves really big into the other lane to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both pull over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar, this looked like an empty box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we thought it was because, you know, it was flipping in the air and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no idea that something that takes at least two grown men to carry could be doing flips in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove past, I looked at it and said,"Holy crap, that's a refrigerator!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could have left like 1 minute earlier, we could have been made road kill via a kitchen appliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since no one was hurt, all I can say is that I hope the people in the blue pick up splurged and got a warranty because there is now way that fridge is going to work after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make it to ACU alive, and I didn't place in news writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to the mall and got to look around in Books-A-Million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn had to leave for Amarillo, so I sat and waited for my dad and sister to come get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to work in my mom's classroom for a little while, which is always a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being sarcastic, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like against the laws of physics for us to leave her class room in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to hurry home for the Buyer-Seller banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buyer-Seller banquet is another thing I have to do for 4-freaking-H. Everyone has to sit through a somewhat short awards ceremony in order to get their checks from the sale. They give out plaques and scholarships too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I got there 45 minutes late. We were there for a little bit to drop of the food we were required to bring, but had to run back home so my dad could pay for his bids, so I could get my check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, everybody had eaten and the had already started the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a single seat left, except for the kids table, which was completely empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dad and I being pretty tall people, didn't want to look like giants sitting at the kids table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had normal seats, if the small children would have sat were they were supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to eat in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also no drinks or silverware left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could only happen to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found cups and had to fill them at the water fountain. And we had to eat with sporks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food was really good, so at least there was something positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate really fast and then I got my check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was the highlight of my day, because it tripled the low number in my savings account, which is my money for Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know have around $900 saved up and still have two checks from the San Angelo Stock show that I haven't gotten yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will put me over $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am so desperate for a job, that I am considering going back to my horrible old one. There is not a single decent job in Albany that is hiring anybody. So, I might call Jessie soon and ask to go back. And whenever the pharmacy reopens, I'm going to try to get a job their too. Because I am freaking broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2558546108742058088?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2558546108742058088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2558546108742058088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2558546108742058088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2558546108742058088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-to-uil-regionals-and-all-i-got.html' title='I went to UIL regionals and all I got was a t-shirt. No, really, I did.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4313963096454143473</id><published>2009-04-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:10:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you wanted to know about nothing.</title><content type='html'>So, seeing as how I have posted consecutively for almost a month, I'm kind of tapped out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, random and useless facts of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because you always have room in your brain for pointless trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Did you know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cleveland, Ohio                              it is illegal to catch mice without a hunting license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Whitby, Ontario has                              more donut stores per capita than any other place                              in the world.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mosquitoes have 47                              teeth.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ernest Vincent Wright                              wrote a novel with over 50,000 words, none of which                              containing the letter "E".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Apples are more effective                              at keeping people awake in the morning than caffeine.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Most lipstick is partially                              made of fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dolphins sleep with                              one eye open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Maine is the toothpick                              capital of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pinocchio is Italian                              for "pine head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Babies are born without                              knee caps. They don't appear until the child reaches                              2-6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The dot over the letter                              'i' is called a tittle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Men are 6 times more                              likely to be struck by lightning than women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The man who played                              the voice of bugs bunny was allergic to carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Elephants are the                              only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ants never sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;In Sweden there is                              a ski-thru Mcdonalds.****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the most important fact of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chuck Norris CAN believe                              it's not butter.*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       *And they say Americans are over weight.&lt;br /&gt;        **That's kind of disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;        ***If the Tropicana company was aware of this, they would probably make a power play for world domination and take the world out of the clutches of Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;****That is wicked cool!&lt;br /&gt;*****BUM BUM BUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-4313963096454143473?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4313963096454143473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4313963096454143473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4313963096454143473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4313963096454143473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-you-wanted-to-know-about.html' title='Everything you wanted to know about nothing.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1449069224082637058</id><published>2009-04-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:43:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love you so much, it's retarded."</title><content type='html'>I had to work in the concession stand at the junior high volleyball games tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell like really, really... really old french fry grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that Coach Johnston has really tried to kill us in off-season this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sore that I probably look like a new born baby horse taking it's first steps when I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq256/tts_posters_2008/Movies/nick_and_norahs_infinite_playlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 612px;" src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq256/tts_posters_2008/Movies/nick_and_norahs_infinite_playlist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist yesterday in History. It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to buy the movie, like insanely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to buy new headphones for my iPod because I ran over mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been waiting for a new episode of Supernatural for weeks. Weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode was ironically titled,"Jump the Shark" and was all about how Sam and Dean had another brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the guy actually was there brother, but it all ended okay because he died before they even got to that town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was eaten by a ghoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ghoul took his shape and tricked them so he could eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sad, but really, nobody wanted there to be a third Winchester brother. I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1449069224082637058?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1449069224082637058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1449069224082637058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1449069224082637058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1449069224082637058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-so-much-its-retarded.html' title='&quot;I love you so much, it&apos;s retarded.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq256/tts_posters_2008/Movies/th_nick_and_norahs_infinite_playlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7616810172798037672</id><published>2009-04-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:11:59.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>that we could win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, that I had magical powers of like invisibility, super speed and strength... or that I could just freeze time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would totally rob some banks and steal stuff all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this wicked awesome camera, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=9051045&amp;amp;type=product&amp;amp;id=1218012527719"&gt;http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=9051045&amp;amp;type=product&amp;amp;id=1218012527719&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also love to have an old film camera. Like the one I used at the photography camp I went to with Mary and Heidi two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my random desire for these things is because of the Europe trip. It is only a few months away and I want to come back with incredible pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l46/sunbeammoonpie/Art/IMG4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 228px;" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l46/sunbeammoonpie/Art/IMG4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7616810172798037672?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7616810172798037672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7616810172798037672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7616810172798037672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7616810172798037672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l46/sunbeammoonpie/Art/th_IMG4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1597399114285932672</id><published>2009-04-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:14:37.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melany has to...</title><content type='html'>study for two Pre-Cal tests tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since this is a short post, enjoy these other pictures from ILPC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6JOThxHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2T6neG1DSzE/s1600-h/008+-+Copy+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K8ZamNII/AAAAAAAAAEw/0wxxT8TzaPQ/s320/032+-+Copy+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327348179445101698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K8lDrs_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyruLLi6k6g/s1600-h/042+-+Copy.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K8lDrs_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/tyruLLi6k6g/s320/042+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327348182570218482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K8-zxOXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0ygW9EDnZFE/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K8-zxOXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0ygW9EDnZFE/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327348189482793330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K9KO_6MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ub9-8Sw5qNU/s1600-h/085.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6K9KO_6MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ub9-8Sw5qNU/s320/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327348192549791938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1597399114285932672?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1597399114285932672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1597399114285932672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1597399114285932672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1597399114285932672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/melany-has-to.html' title='Melany has to...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se6JOThxHuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2T6neG1DSzE/s72-c/008+-+Copy+%288%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5500219200089319823</id><published>2009-04-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:26:17.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love Mary.</title><content type='html'>While on the road home from ILPC, I also distinguished the levels of Mary's craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1Dr2_5WRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/76kQ6tnItFM/s1600-h/056.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1Dr2_5WRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/76kQ6tnItFM/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326988355026114834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This smirk on her face is a signal of what is to come. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not&lt;/span&gt; underestimate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1DrOacs0I/AAAAAAAAADg/aquG-5dIgPQ/s1600-h/040+-+Copy.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1DrOacs0I/AAAAAAAAADg/aquG-5dIgPQ/s320/040+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326988344131629890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the beginning. Note the gleam in the eyes. It's caused from lack of sleep. Or exposure to the air, we're not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1Drcr3iMI/AAAAAAAAADo/YqgvuEqBZtY/s1600-h/078.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1Drcr3iMI/AAAAAAAAADo/YqgvuEqBZtY/s320/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326988347962788034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we see the crazy start to come out as the trip progresses. Note how she goes from bird-like in the previous photo to hamster-like in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1DrlKBwvI/AAAAAAAAADw/V4VMnmiOnMk/s1600-h/079.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1DrlKBwvI/AAAAAAAAADw/V4VMnmiOnMk/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326988350236771058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now we see her lose her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5500219200089319823?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5500219200089319823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5500219200089319823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5500219200089319823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5500219200089319823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-why-i-love-mary.html' title='This is why I love Mary.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Se1Dr2_5WRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/76kQ6tnItFM/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4090535418741766776</id><published>2009-04-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:09:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILPC=The Shiz</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one got Tops in Texas, but a lot of us were nominated, and we got another gold star for the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only five are awarded in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I actually took pictures. A lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to classes and such and they were amazing. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites were taught by David Knight and Bobby Hawthorne. They are very, very good. Scott Winters was also very awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Hawthorne's class was so full that people were sitting on the floor to hear him. There were quite a few. I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 5 minutes of the class, he cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking about cheerleaders who went to cheer leading camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you get bruised, sunburned? And by the end of it you were bitter? By the time football season starts you're standing on the sidelines, taking a drag of a cigarette and saying,'I am tired of this shit!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like, "I'm sorry." And continued like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other funny quotes include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the deal with all this vampire crap? What is wrong with you people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Write a story about somebody who would need blood. Not a vampire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone with a disease who needs blood all the time? Hypothermia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"English teachers, do you just sit around saying,'I can't wait to read those sophomore essays?' No. You say,'I'm going to need a beer for this one.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not journalism. That is computer assisted plagiarism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Matt's El Rancho for lunch on Saturday. I had the most delicious chicken quesadilla I have ever had in my life. It was magical. My taste buds will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ate at P.F. Changs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sev-jhH9YlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KBoEO4QocEw/s1600-h/019+-+Copy+%285%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sev-jhH9YlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KBoEO4QocEw/s320/019+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326630870436373074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I discovered something very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a picture of Britny is like trying to get proof of the Loch Ness monster. Or trying to get a picture of Big Foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had some very good hiding tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewBW7bnEvI/AAAAAAAAADA/WR2RWxM18RU/s1600-h/049.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewBW7bnEvI/AAAAAAAAADA/WR2RWxM18RU/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326633952694702834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She tried the Duck and Cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewBXEd0gSI/AAAAAAAAADI/6M0n3V8RAxY/s1600-h/080.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewBXEd0gSI/AAAAAAAAADI/6M0n3V8RAxY/s320/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326633955119890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And hiding behind things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewBXDv3b8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7QAnYTukNWg/s1600-h/041+-+Copy.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewBXDv3b8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7QAnYTukNWg/s320/041+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326633954927144898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I got her eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewCsYrHsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/tzC7qT2TfY4/s1600-h/053.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SewCsYrHsgI/AAAAAAAAADY/tzC7qT2TfY4/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326635420833264130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these books at Book People, the greatest store ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new purse, sunglasses, and two shirts at Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more pictures tomorrow because I have to go to bed. There is school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-4090535418741766776?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4090535418741766776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4090535418741766776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4090535418741766776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4090535418741766776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilpcthe-shiz.html' title='ILPC=The Shiz'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sev-jhH9YlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KBoEO4QocEw/s72-c/019+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-410343704553248150</id><published>2009-04-18T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:22:33.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILPC!</title><content type='html'>We're leaving in 30 minutes! ... and my hair is still wet and I have to finish packing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up, and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-410343704553248150?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/410343704553248150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=410343704553248150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/410343704553248150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/410343704553248150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilpc.html' title='ILPC!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6414129898560868270</id><published>2009-04-17T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:48:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>ILPC is just hours away. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving at 6 in the morning and I'm almost done packing, but I can't find this one shirt that I really want to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I frantically searched my house in hopes of finding this shirt. I looked everywhere, but it's nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even checked my mother's closet, which is pretty much a tiny black hole of crap. Sweaters and shoes and such are stacked to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my sister to see if she accidentally took it when she was home to do laundry, but she was at work and couldn't answer. She then texted me like 30 minutes later, so I figured that she was off work by then and tried to call her. She wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to text her and ask if she had my blue shirt. She said she didn't and I asked if she would please check because I had looked everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still said she didn't' have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to humor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, she got off work and called me to tell me that she did not have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain to her that I just wanted her to check, because there is no possible place it could be in the house. Unless, some freaking fairies put it in the damn attic OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, however, would not let me speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lalalaaalala! Would you stop talking?!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you really? Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I hung up the phone, because I was about to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad heard this conversation and tried to call her, but she wouldn't' answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eventually did and told him that she did not appreciated me "psycho calling" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was going to be a happy post about the glorious trip to Austin that I will be taking in a few short hours, but then that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I say good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6414129898560868270?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6414129898560868270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6414129898560868270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6414129898560868270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6414129898560868270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2430145381033388953</id><published>2009-04-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:13:44.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thursday Slide</title><content type='html'>I have to buy the entire series of Will &amp;amp; Grace on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already own seasons 3,4, and 7... but it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/finale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, sit back and watch these bloopers and laugh until you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yR6ugBV7Tx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yR6ugBV7Tx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2430145381033388953?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2430145381033388953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2430145381033388953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2430145381033388953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2430145381033388953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-slide.html' title='The Thursday Slide'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2117243869390081168</id><published>2009-04-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:11:51.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wednesday Hump</title><content type='html'>Today has been the first good day of the entire school week. Which is surprising, considering that I had a Chemistry test and a memory test in Pre-Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did pretty well on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was absolutely nothing on television tonight. To avoid hours of boredom, my dad and I watched Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parts of that movie are insanely cheesy. Like when she barely touches his finger tips in the car and is all like,"You're ice cold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hardly even touched him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Bella has been bitten and Edward has to suck the venom out. Carlisle didn't have to tell Edward to stop. He was able to stop on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, he's like about to rip her arm off. And Carlisle is just sitting there calmly saying,"You have to stop, Edward, you're killing her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time, Bella is going cross-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baseball scene is like the best scene of the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Supermassive Black Hole by Muse starts playing, you immediately know that it is going to be a crazy awesome scene with wicked cool vampires leaping in the air and doing amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll102/ginnyforever18/twlight/carlisle-baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll102/ginnyforever18/twlight/carlisle-baseball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus, all those guys look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;cute in their baseball uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2117243869390081168?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2117243869390081168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2117243869390081168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2117243869390081168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2117243869390081168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-hump.html' title='The Wednesday Hump'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll102/ginnyforever18/twlight/th_carlisle-baseball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6663581864189810226</id><published>2009-04-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:19:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tuesday Slump</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays are just as bad as Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90210 was on tonight, but even that wasn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the excitement kind of died down after Silver and her bi-polar-ness. She was in tonight's episode, and it was almost as if nothing happened... well, not completely, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really bothers me how on the CW it goes weeks without showing new episodes of certain shows. Like Supernatural, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the Jump the Shark episode for weeks! They could possibly have a another brother for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the lead out, CW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That freaking Chemistry test is tomorrow, and that memory test for Pre-Cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I promise my next post will be exciting. Well, I will have more time to write a longer post, so it should be exciting, but who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6663581864189810226?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6663581864189810226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6663581864189810226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6663581864189810226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6663581864189810226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-slump.html' title='The Tuesday Slump'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-5511070522801934543</id><published>2009-04-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:23:27.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monday Drag</title><content type='html'>I. Hate. Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay up as late as I want to all weekend, and can never make myself go to bed on time come Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dragged myself around the school long enough to get to my seat and pretend to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a Chemistry test on Wednesday, so I will be spending any free time from now until then studying. I'm even going in early tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a memory test in Pre-Calculus that is possibly on Wednesday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-5511070522801934543?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5511070522801934543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=5511070522801934543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5511070522801934543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/5511070522801934543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-drag.html' title='The Monday Drag'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1579491563212912426</id><published>2009-04-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:44:11.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't love tag? Communists, that's who!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been meaning to do one of these "tag" blogs for a long time. I'm feeling inspired, so I figured what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really wish I could sing. If I could steal anyone's voice, I would totally steal Hayley Williams, lead singer of Paramore. She can wail. Haha... Wayne's World reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/paramore-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/paramore-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was little I LOVED snow globes. I used to carry the little Dreamsicle ones around everywhere I went. And I would drop and break them. And cry. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLCXqPblvI/AAAAAAAAABg/4qxPJTtAUxQ/s1600-h/020+-+Copy+%285%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLCXqPblvI/AAAAAAAAABg/4qxPJTtAUxQ/s320/020+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319527821609768690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. This is KaCee. She's been one of my best friends since before kindergarden. We met at July for Kids at the Old Jail Art Museum. She told this other girl to stop kicking me and thats how we became friends. Which is ironic because she basically beats me up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLFWWCPDSI/AAAAAAAAABo/BPoEysVMe_g/s1600-h/008+%284%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLFWWCPDSI/AAAAAAAAABo/BPoEysVMe_g/s320/008+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319531097540726050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. These are my other best friends on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've decided that before I get married, my husband and I are going to take swing dance lessons. Our first dance will start out in a slow song and then we're going to bust out in our crazy cool moves. And we'll have a posse of background dancers that will come out behind us and break it down. Zoot suit style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLN9G_-_9I/AAAAAAAAABw/yxyW48NdEcA/s1600-h/002+-+Copy+%287%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLN9G_-_9I/AAAAAAAAABw/yxyW48NdEcA/s320/002+-+Copy+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540559612674002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. I doodle in this journal regularly. That is were I first wrote my thoughts about number five during chemistry. I found a pocket on the inside of the back cover one day in Algebra-II. That was the happiest I've ever been in Algebra-II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/supernatural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 425px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/supernatural.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. I freaking LOVE Supernatural. It's like an hour long horror movie each week. And I don't like horror movies, but this is the greatest show ever. Dean, played by Jensen Ackles, is my favorite. He is unbelievably gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Brightly colored sunglasses make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am currently reading Pride and Prejudice for extra credit in Honors English. It's not going very well. I've been trying to read it for the past two six weeks. I only have one more left to actually read it. I really don't think it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I highly recommend that you, the readers, go and listen to I'm in LA Bitch by LMFAO. It is hilarious and catchy. I DO NOT recommend listening to it with parents, small children, authority figures, or the elderly close by.&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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeDg35OIfXI/AAAAAAAAACA/4EPOwN2VklE/s1600-h/005+-+Copy+%285%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeDg35OIfXI/AAAAAAAAACA/4EPOwN2VklE/s320/005+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323502010409450866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;11. From now on, I will take A LOT of pictures with my camera because I never really do. It makes me sad. Some days I get random burst where I go picture crazy, but I never take a lot of pictures with my friends. I only took three pictures at prom. Three! I am going to force myself to go camera crazy, because I love taking pictures. I guess I'm just lazy with it because I never feel like taking my camera out. But that is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am currently unemployed. Which sucks hardcore. I am going to go crazy trying to look for another job. I've mentioned my other job in previous posts. I decided to take a break from it in February because of One Act and such, but I don't plan on going back... unless the-douche-who-shall-not-be-named goes to the Abilene restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I plan on being a Journalism major in college. I would love to go to UT, but who knows where I will end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Newspaper. I really want to be editor next year, like insanely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp122/Muzika008/oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 480px;" src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp122/Muzika008/oz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When I was little, I loved the Wizard of Oz. Whenever my Aunt Di would come and visit, she would cackle to sound like the Wicked Witch of the West just to make me laugh and I would ask her to sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow over and over again... pretty much until she became hoarse. And I would always play with her hair, it was and still is down to her waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i717.photobucket.com/albums/ww175/saphir333/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i717.photobucket.com/albums/ww175/saphir333/yoda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad mother-shut-yo-mouth, Yoda is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;16. I love comic book and magical movies. Movies like Star Wars, Batman,Underworld, etc. Movies like that just make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n125/tsjones05/Pacman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 358px;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n125/tsjones05/Pacman.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waka waka waka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;17. I also love video games. I like Super Mario, Mario Kart, Pacman, Dead or Alive, Wii Tennis, and Wii Boxing. I'm pretty much game for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo290/AlyxEBeckham/will-and-grace-series-finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://i384.photobucket.com/albums/oo290/AlyxEBeckham/will-and-grace-series-finale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Women, can't live with them... end of sentence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;18. I absolutely love Will &amp;amp; Grace. Jack and Karen are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When riding around in my car by myself, I turn the music up really loud and sing amazingly loud. And when cars come up beside me, I find someway to cover up my mouth, by like scratching my nose for example, and continue to belt it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I still watch Sabrina the Teenage Witch every morning while getting ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I really love to text book. Text booking is just collaging in an old text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the cover of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEuoaLtZI/AAAAAAAAACI/zbtNm6DjgQA/s1600-h/004+-+Copy+%287%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEuoaLtZI/AAAAAAAAACI/zbtNm6DjgQA/s320/004+-+Copy+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323963646161434002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEu4-o_ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/29qzXhFbgAA/s1600-h/012+-+Copy+%286%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEu4-o_ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/29qzXhFbgAA/s320/012+-+Copy+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323963650609315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are a few of my favorite pages:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEvFL2HfI/AAAAAAAAACY/dK8SMcPv1PE/s1600-h/005+-+Copy+%286%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEvFL2HfI/AAAAAAAAACY/dK8SMcPv1PE/s320/005+-+Copy+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323963653885926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEvaOWePI/AAAAAAAAACg/-pTyHNnVXqY/s1600-h/006+-+Copy+%287%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEvaOWePI/AAAAAAAAACg/-pTyHNnVXqY/s320/006+-+Copy+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323963659533580530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKHB6lNOqI/AAAAAAAAACw/Trpa_7EHvjE/s1600-h/002+-+Copy+%289%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKHB6lNOqI/AAAAAAAAACw/Trpa_7EHvjE/s320/002+-+Copy+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323966176480279202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEvvS0UmI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xr4aN8Uy8Tc/s1600-h/004+-+Copy+%288%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SeKEvvS0UmI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xr4aN8Uy8Tc/s320/004+-+Copy+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323963665189458530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm220/AnnaMollyMadison/Ice%20Cream/SnowCones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm220/AnnaMollyMadison/Ice%20Cream/SnowCones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I cannot wait until the snow cone stand opens up again. It's one of the best things about summer... other then no school, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/so7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 178px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/so7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My friends and I have been talking about taking a road trip after we graduate. I think we will possibly go to the beach or something, but who knows. I do know that that would be very cool and that it is very exciting to think that we could go off and do something without any parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/ba-ba-ba-background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/ba-ba-ba-background.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I love Polaroid pictures. They look so cool and classic. It makes me really sad that they quit making film for it, especially since I found an old Polaroid camera from like the early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I actually started this blog over a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaw, that took forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1579491563212912426?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1579491563212912426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1579491563212912426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1579491563212912426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1579491563212912426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-doesnt-love-tag-communists-thats.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t love tag? Communists, that&apos;s who!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SdLCXqPblvI/AAAAAAAAABg/4qxPJTtAUxQ/s72-c/020+-+Copy+%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1639488375416439076</id><published>2009-04-11T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:05:26.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I shall call them Jesus doughnuts, and they will heal people."</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Maggie's house and my stomach is full of the miracle's know as her D-Dad's homemade doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a copy of Breaking Dawn on my dining room table last week and I have to inform you that I fell off the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Melany and I'm addicted to Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been so bad. I got over my addictions to the first three books because I have them in my possession. My sister kidnapped her copy of Breaking Dawn from me months ago, and I have really needed a fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past week I have been reading and rereading my favorite parts of Breaking Dawn. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hasn't stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, also for the past week, it seems that every one has been taking a trip down memory lane. We've all talked about crazy elementary school memories and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, we've talked about TV.  We talked about So Weird, which I wrote about in my previous post, Doug, Peperanne, Braceface, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Two Angry Beavers, Cow and Chicken, Recess, Boy Meets World, and other equally awesome shows of our youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has made me want to build a time machine and go back in time to stay up late to watch TGIF (Thank Goodness It's Friday) and then wake up early the next morning and watch One Saturday Morning cartoons while eating Lucky Charms in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1639488375416439076?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1639488375416439076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1639488375416439076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1639488375416439076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1639488375416439076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-shall-call-them-jesus-doughnuts-and.html' title='&quot;I shall call them Jesus doughnuts, and they will heal people.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-2266858518069411446</id><published>2009-04-10T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:26:01.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anybody remember...</title><content type='html'>Does anybody remember that show on Disney called So Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredibly amazing, but then got really lame when that Annie chick showed up and took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was watched over by a panther? But it was really like some Indian guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally lame after Fi left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to go watch some of that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-2266858518069411446?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2266858518069411446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=2266858518069411446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2266858518069411446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/2266858518069411446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/does-anybody-remember.html' title='Does anybody remember...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7481058321537994552</id><published>2009-04-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:49:12.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Maggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sd65vmknRYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MtBkWmUO3pk/s1600-h/Blue+Shirt..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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sd65vmknRYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MtBkWmUO3pk/s320/Blue+Shirt..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322896037057611138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my dear Margaret's Birthday, Colt and I got her a red velvet cake, bendy straws, and a card that read,"For Grandpa", that had $1 in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome. We wrapped the bendy straws in a lovely purple wrapping paper that had dancing Santas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she had to leave before the cake was done, but we will be enjoying it in Newspaper tomorrow. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, tomorrow is a half-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be released from Hell, formally known as high school, at 12:05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUIAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate short post, but I'm really tired and my contacts are bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7481058321537994552?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7481058321537994552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7481058321537994552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7481058321537994552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7481058321537994552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-maggie.html' title='Happy birthday, Maggie!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/Sd65vmknRYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MtBkWmUO3pk/s72-c/Blue+Shirt..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4274423770299175120</id><published>2009-04-08T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:50:53.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>Watch and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNHYjZ-mhp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNHYjZ-mhp4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-4274423770299175120?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4274423770299175120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4274423770299175120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4274423770299175120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4274423770299175120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1445779771541161477</id><published>2009-04-07T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:00:32.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video killed the radio star.</title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day for television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While channel surfing, I randomly started watching I Love Money 2. Normally, I skip right on past the cheesy reality shows on Vh1. It really used to be a good network, but it's kinda gone down the tubes. Don't get me wrong, I really like some shows, like Tough Love, but some are just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an incredibly hilarious incident on tonight's episode. I am on a quest to find the video and will post it as soon as I do. But for now, enjoy this video of the slutty French girl on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVynzSPo8zI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JVynzSPo8zI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've recently fallen in love with 90210.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started out fine and all the characters were normal. I mean, some had even moved in from Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one character who was actually exciting. Her name is Adrianna. She had a drug problem and went to rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's pregnant and doesn't know who the father is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver, another character, has lost her mind. She was dating Dixson and was convinced they were in love. She got a tattoo of his name on her hip. They started having sex and were doing it in the weirdest places. Anyways, she was doing a video project on love poems and she had video taped her and Dixson without him knowing. She showed her project and everyone saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, Mr Matthews, needless to say was like,"Are you out of your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Dixson was like,"Bitch, you crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paraphrasing, but it was somewhere along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she was freaking out. "We have to be together! We're in love! I'll destroy the tape, I swear," she screamed through tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixson broke up with her. He walked back into his house and was slamming stuff around and his adoptive parents were like,"What's wrong with you?" He replied that it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they began to smell something weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went outside and saw a fire. It was a trash can with all of Silver's project in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum bum bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the commercials, it showed Silver at Mr. Matthews's house. She was waiting for him. She was convinced that he was the cause of the problems between her and Dixson. She confronted him and accused him of turning Dixson against her because of what she wrote about him in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Mr. Matthews was recently suspended because he was accused of having a relationship with a student. It really wasn't a student, it was a narcotics police officer, looking to bust a huge drug ring. Which ended up causing Naomi to get busted trying to get ride of the aforementioned Adrianna's stash of cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum bum bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her blog, Silver had called him a child molesting pervert, which made him excuse her from his class. She convinced him to let her back in because he was the only teacher who actually made her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this weeks episode, it continued at Mr. Matthews's house. He had calmed her down, or so it seemed. She hid the second he left the room and eventually abandoned her car. She was convinced that if she went to Kansas she could learn more about Dixson and could figure out why he reacted so bad to the video. So she went to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was looking for her and Dixson and his parents eventually tracked her down as she was running to catch her train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood in the tracks, crying. Dixson's parents tried to calm her down, but Dixson thought she was just being a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of a sudden, they could hear another train coming! They pleaded with her to get of the tracks, but she refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped off at the last second, before the train could crush her. After seeing her continue to act like this, Dixson began to recognize something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calmed her down and told her about his real mother. And how she was always up and down, laughing one minute, and depressed the next. Just like Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother was bi-polar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUM BUM BUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1445779771541161477?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1445779771541161477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1445779771541161477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1445779771541161477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1445779771541161477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/video-killed-radio-star.html' title='Video killed the radio star.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-39601616992721716</id><published>2009-04-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:16:11.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stop struggling! It's just going to make it harder."</title><content type='html'>Hooray for no homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I pretty much had a mental breakdown last night trying to study for that stupid test. And I really didn't think today was going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, I was like a zombie. Wandering around aimlessly, speaking in grunts, and munching on human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day pretty much went on like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... until I got home from athletics. I was pretty hyper. Music was definitely a factor. I highly recommend that you listen to Sophisticated Side Ponytail by Natalie Portman's Shaved Head and Beard Lust. Also by NPSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Marcus's for his birthday dinner and it was pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got to taste fondant! It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, we discussed how we will arrive at prom next year. Ideas included: bicycles, roller blades, unicycles, and purple hummer limos with hydraulics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at pictures of a tiny little Marcus and then hung out in his room. It was very brightly colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that it was Marcus's 18th birthday, the guys got him a present that is a little inappropriate. We all knew, but it was still awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't take a rocket scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving, Esteven, Eric Lee, Eric, and Britton all tackled Marcus to the ground. David, being resourceful, picked up a stick and started beating him with it. While trying to hold down Marcus, Eric had an air gun and was waving it around. Watching her son being wrestled to the ground, Marcus's mom called out,"Don't roll around in the grass, there's poo out there!" Marcus did escape and had a few seconds of freedom, but was recaptured. They continued to give him his birthday spankings. When he finished, David yelled,"And one to grow on!" And Eric exclaimed,"And a bullet hole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all drove home in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-39601616992721716?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/39601616992721716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=39601616992721716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/39601616992721716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/39601616992721716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-struggling-its-just-going-to-make.html' title='&quot;Stop struggling! It&apos;s just going to make it harder.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-3315779399063574612</id><published>2009-04-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:33:21.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Recovery 2009</title><content type='html'>This is going to be another short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was last night and it was pretty awesome. We rode in a limo that Veronica's dad got for us and went to IHOP afterwards. It wasn't that busy, which was surprising. Basically every town surrounding us had their prom last night too. And we're the only people who were there from a prom. We were also the only people from home who went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I now have to study for a freaking Pre-Cal test. Why would Mr. D give us a test on Monday, after the weekend of prom? I do not know, but I have to make an exceptionally good grade on this test, and instead of studying, my mother is making me upload her music on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't fail this test, because if I do, I will fail for the six weeks and will not be able to go to UIL Regionals that is coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-3315779399063574612?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3315779399063574612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=3315779399063574612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3315779399063574612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/3315779399063574612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom-recovery-2009.html' title='Prom Recovery 2009'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1332193885912629972</id><published>2009-04-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:42:44.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo!</title><content type='html'>Prom is less than an hour away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must continue getting ready, but I needed a post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-1332193885912629972?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1332193885912629972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=1332193885912629972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1332193885912629972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/1332193885912629972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoo.html' title='Whoo!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-6240576780992276483</id><published>2009-04-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:58:17.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Preparation 2009</title><content type='html'>Twas the night before prom and all through the house, fingers were polished and chick flicks were watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is less than 24 hours away. I AM SO FREAKING STOKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am spending the night before prom painting my nails, eating Twizzlers, and watching Elizabethtown, the Sex &amp;amp; The City Movie, 27 Dresses, and P.S. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to figure out how to wear my hair for tomorrow. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom count down shall commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-6240576780992276483?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6240576780992276483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=6240576780992276483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6240576780992276483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/6240576780992276483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom-preparation-2009.html' title='Prom Preparation 2009'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7774142530558161877</id><published>2009-04-02T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:52:52.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over...</title><content type='html'>One Act is now completely done for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our performance during school, we had a few rousing chants of "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" during the fight scenes. Mainly the one between Colt's and Alex's characters. I actually think most of the audience was yelling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished, most of us went home to shower. You see, Alex played a dirty hippie. And I mean dirty. He actually had to rub dirt all over himself. And we had to make Tanner and Amanda look old, so we used that hair color spray to gray them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the public performance earlier this evening, things went a little bit different then they usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Alex and Keely get a little close and do a stage kiss where they get really close to each other and act like they're going to kiss, but there is no actual lip touch-age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex really kissed Keely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the play, Keely and I have a huge fight scene where I end up slapping her. Usually I end up hitting her on the top of the head. I don't really know how, but I do. I think it's because we start out kind of pushing against each other and then I sort of, almost try to push her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I smacked her right on the face. And almost jerked the earing she was wearing out of her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I didn't laugh, which is odd. I laugh almost every time, but cover it up by acting like I'm crying or I hide my face by turning a little more toward Keely and reminding myself that there are actual people sitting in the auditorium and that we're not in practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in the scene when Alex and Lexa are supposed to be high, Alex called Lexa 'Evalita', which is Keely's character. Not Lexa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexa was just like,"It's Marlene." And then laughed because, you know, they were high. And then Alex's next line was,"I think I'm falling in love with you, Marlene."... but he didn't remember her name... because he was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all backstage laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the funeral scene, Keely actually cried. Which made pretty much everyone else cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we all ate cake and such in the cafeteria. Keely's mom made some freaking delicious five layer pound cake thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Was. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone left slowly, and said how sad they were that it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Waldrip talked about wishing she could do the whole play this summer with most of the original script. Except probably without all the curse words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would be awesome. But she just mentioned it in passing, so who knows if we would really do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it would still be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7774142530558161877?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7774142530558161877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7774142530558161877&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7774142530558161877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7774142530558161877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-act-is-now-completely-done-for-this.html' title='It&apos;s over...'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-893206338364779526</id><published>2009-04-01T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:20:15.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"His name's Hominy or somethin' queer."</title><content type='html'>One-Act is over. It makes me so freaking sad. We competed last week and got alternate. Only the top two advance, so we were third and are done for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're performing for the school and then the community for the last time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to miss first and second period for it, which is awesome, but I'm still really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last practice tonight and it was really short. Abby had to go home early and we didn't even go all the way through it. And Colt didn't take his ADD medication, so he was crazy... and hilarious, which makes me even more sad because this was the last play I get to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to miss Keely and Amanda too. They are so funny and made our play so good this year. It makes me happy that all the seniors were recognized. It was a good way for them to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just making myself more depressed. I'm going to go cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am possibly considering doing BEDA (Blog Every Day in April), but I don't really think I would keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLOG EVERY DAY IN APRIL MANIFESTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commit to this idea and am determined to create something EVERY DAY in April, including weekends. Every day, I will find something to say. I embrace the reality that there is always something to talk about, if you are willing to take the time to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melany Awesome&lt;/span&gt;, promise to blog every day in April.&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/4525622315765901356-893206338364779526?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/893206338364779526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=893206338364779526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/893206338364779526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/893206338364779526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-name.html' title='&quot;His name&apos;s Hominy or somethin&apos; queer.&quot;'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-4805448475536420044</id><published>2009-03-21T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:18:53.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time, old friend.</title><content type='html'>My school activities have sucked away all my attention and I haven't blogged in a seriously long time. Not that it is that hard to distract me. I also haven't really had anything to say, but I do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get to the point. I bought Twilight today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robert. Pattinson. All. The. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/gq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u67/spazztastic85/gq8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, I will control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Act competition is this Thursday. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really freaks me out. We still have to practice getting our entire set up in 7 minutes. 7 minutes! And our play is 3 minutes over the forty minute time period. Holy crap. We have less than a week to fix it. Ah! This is me freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that we can get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4525622315765901356-4805448475536420044?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4805448475536420044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=4805448475536420044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4805448475536420044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/4805448475536420044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long-time-old-friend.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time, old friend.'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-7777540283973738344</id><published>2009-02-18T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:24:09.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've discovered the truth!</title><content type='html'>Hobos are magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not. This is totally legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're sort of like trolls. Like trolls, the tend to sleep under bridges and seriously dislike goats. Trash cans are how they get around. It's some sort of transporting device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love change. If you give them any change from 1912, they will grant you a wish. Not nickels though. They seriously dislike nickels. And no wishing for more wishes. That just pisses them off. They will go crazy on your face with their troll  powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their diet mainly consists of straw and grains. They are known to munch on gardens. Always on old ladies' gardens. They can sense them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ward off hobos, spin around seven times while hopping on one foot. While spinning, chant 'Bruce Willis'. He is their arch-nemesis. No one knows why, but it has always been that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found the location of their natural habit. It was a glorious, magical meadow with fountains galore. Fountains of jellybeans. The sky was purple and there were fluffy pillows everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hobos that I saw were gathered around worshiping a statue of Chuck Norris. He is like their Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they are a clean people, they just look really dirty in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, hobos are really trolls in disguise and magic is totally real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Melany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4525622315765901356-7777540283973738344?l=acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7777540283973738344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4525622315765901356&amp;postID=7777540283973738344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7777540283973738344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4525622315765901356/posts/default/7777540283973738344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acharminglittleplacetobitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-discovered-truth.html' title='I&apos;ve discovered the truth!'/><author><name>Melany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15401785628782004395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SA_qMR9JQJM/Tmw4PNjZO7I/AAAAAAAAATU/WFXH4RqbXp4/s220/PublicYelling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525622315765901356.post-1989007678052306195</id><published>2009-02-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:07:16.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat cake..... because I couldn't possibly eat anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SZjnQ0Xu5nI/AAAAAAAAABY/PTddNF75Lvo/s1600-h/006+%284%29.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/_zk7ijhK8I1Y/SZjnQ0Xu5nI/AAAAAAAAABY/PTddNF75Lvo/s320/006+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303242837350868594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here's what my birthday consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to church.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating cake at church.&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to one act.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eating the leftover cake from church at one act.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating Chinese food with friends in Breckenridge.&lt;br /&gt;6. Coming back to my house to watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating more cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this all-day frosting high wears off, I now have to try and study for a freaking algebra test and not pass out from exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up early to feed my freaking pigs and then get to school early and ask Mr. Davis for help on this retarded test. Why would he give us a test on the first day of the new six weeks. Not to mention on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he hates us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't get to sit and do nothing this weekend. And I have a basketball game in Graham tomorrow, so I can't to rest then either. Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my birthday was cool. I got that box of happy from Colt and comfy and colorful sweat pants and fruit by the foot from Maggie. And Jacob bought my dinner tonight, which was cool, because I really didn't have the money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was pretty awesome too. I wasn't really all that depressed because I was alone again, unlike last year. I felt surprisingly optimistic. It was very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with Maggie and
