<?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-1562494287722623174</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:25:26.882-05:00</updated><category term='mik makes lists'/><category term='plymouth is hot'/><category term='the mystery channel'/><category term='The New World Colin Farrell Christian Bale The Road Cormac McCarthy Charles Dickens'/><category term='lady gaga kids singing driving ick boo kelly clarkson'/><category term='april fools punk'/><category term='chipmunk'/><category term='american idol david archuleta'/><category term='angry math test seth bolt needtobreathe'/><category term='mikisthatchick technology'/><category term='physics'/><category term='titanic'/><category term='tall ships Boston'/><title type='text'>Involuntary Meows</title><subtitle type='html'>because sometimes that just happens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2670637772929091998</id><published>2010-10-17T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T00:19:30.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/TLp5N9H07dI/AAAAAAAAANY/2aGmO_O4YHw/s1600/porch02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/TLp5N9H07dI/AAAAAAAAANY/2aGmO_O4YHw/s400/porch02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528864773203357138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in ages. I feel there is too much to even begin a re-cap with, so I'll let it go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've decided just now (and by that I mean that this has become a priority, rather than a dream) that I'm going to go to England. As soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2670637772929091998?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2670637772929091998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2670637772929091998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2670637772929091998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2670637772929091998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-now.html' title='just now'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/TLp5N9H07dI/AAAAAAAAANY/2aGmO_O4YHw/s72-c/porch02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-8157730680102860289</id><published>2010-03-28T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:41:42.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wisdom of Skins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S6-w6IY7ZtI/AAAAAAAAANI/H4gtPXy5kN4/s1600/tumblr_kvt4xxRWsD1qzu7xbo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S6-w6IY7ZtI/AAAAAAAAANI/H4gtPXy5kN4/s400/tumblr_kvt4xxRWsD1qzu7xbo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453772186499901138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-8157730680102860289?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8157730680102860289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=8157730680102860289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8157730680102860289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8157730680102860289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/wisdom-of-skins.html' title='The wisdom of Skins.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S6-w6IY7ZtI/AAAAAAAAANI/H4gtPXy5kN4/s72-c/tumblr_kvt4xxRWsD1qzu7xbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-784188646456034682</id><published>2010-03-28T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:32:36.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a tangled web.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I make poor choices every day. But some days, I make extremely poor choices. &lt;div&gt;Oh the inner conflict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate choosing between two things I feel passionate about. Whether it be people, activities, future plans, my word...I always seem to make the decision I end up regretting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give it up to the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-784188646456034682?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/784188646456034682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=784188646456034682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/784188646456034682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/784188646456034682'/><link rel='alternate' 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mile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how to play bumper pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to return library books on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to respect deadlines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is a correct way to mop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-8283647450004080208?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8283647450004080208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=8283647450004080208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8283647450004080208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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accomplished something worthwhile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the feeling when your alarm goes off, but you can stay in bed for another hour &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when your cat jumps up on your lap and licks your arm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having sap on your hands, removing it, and then not feeling sticky anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;showering while being home alone, thus being able to sing as loud as you wish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing all the ice cream is gone, so even if you crave it, you can't have any. insta-diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding ovaltine at your neighbor's house and drinking it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when the air feels neither hot nor cold on my skin, but still fresh in my lungs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to your best friend's house to do art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2116847861070022212?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-4425424540762220135</id><published>2010-02-23T04:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:16:14.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Kate Walsh- Your Song&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason this song just rings so true in my heart. It's so simple and yet I understand it so perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MT_-JM22wg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Watch and Listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Haven't you heard?&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on a face&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on a boy who feels me with joy&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was wrong to&lt;br /&gt;jump straight on into the picture so pretty&lt;br /&gt;But he is so pretty to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't know just how far I would go&lt;br /&gt;Just to kiss him&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't doesn't know I pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make whirlpools&lt;br /&gt;And watch him sparkle&lt;br /&gt;And we'll make love make magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haven't you heard?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had first&lt;br /&gt;And he loves me so&lt;br /&gt;We're two in a row&lt;br /&gt;Just look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;They're blue as the skies&lt;br /&gt;are picture so pretty&lt;br /&gt;but he is so pretty to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I make whirlpools&lt;br /&gt;And watch him sparkle&lt;br /&gt;And we'll make love make magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Just tell that it takes you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause words don't make&lt;br /&gt;what I make with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard?&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on a face&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on a boy who fills me with joy&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;to jump straight on into this picture so pretty&lt;br /&gt;but he is so pretty to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-4425424540762220135?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4425424540762220135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=4425424540762220135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/4425424540762220135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/4425424540762220135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-3746051072753979408</id><published>2010-01-06T02:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:28:24.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://michelalikesyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;mine. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of the photos are my own...some are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all are rather pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-3746051072753979408?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3746051072753979408/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-3799783483919552956</id><published>2010-01-06T02:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:22:59.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneezing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brushing your teeth in the shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving a text that says "i miss you"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing leggings, a tank top, and sweater boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the house to yourself, taking a shower, then dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a cat come and sit in your lap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up with no where important to go right away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tealights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating cheezits and drinking icy water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having chapped lips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Pleasures'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-4608123212233244467</id><published>2010-01-03T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:52:42.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJzUAeWHI/AAAAAAAAANA/Q8vPzXPbDmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJzUAeWHI/AAAAAAAAANA/Q8vPzXPbDmQ/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422696572223641714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJzJUSFDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0-bUhZLVg4k/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJzJUSFDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0-bUhZLVg4k/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422696569353933874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJy9vSIaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DXMX_2eOMHA/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJy9vSIaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DXMX_2eOMHA/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422696566245958050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJyTTrsLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4tsHOXCYIMo/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJyTTrsLI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4tsHOXCYIMo/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422696554855903410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newly fallen snow really does make everything feel ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-4608123212233244467?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0FJzUAeWHI/AAAAAAAAANA/Q8vPzXPbDmQ/s72-c/DSC_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-7778461723102657978</id><published>2010-01-02T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:16:06.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes and revamps.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to give my blog a bit of a makeover, as I've also simultaneously decided to start blogging again. Not so much about my life, but about life in general....maybe. I'm not sure exactly. We will see where the wind takes me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, I've had some Ecclesiastes running through my mind lately along with the "Chasing the Wind" by &lt;a href="http://www.thisprovidence.com/"&gt;This Providence&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecclesiates 1:16-18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; I thought to myself, "Look, I have grown and increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge." &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17333" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;the more knowledge, the more grief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This all seems to me to be quite similar to "Ignorance is bliss." And sometimes that is true. There are so many things in life that I wish I didn't have to know, but to be honest, though they cause me grief, they contribute to my overall self. I don't like knowing about all the poverty, perverseness and sadness that exists around me and around the world, but if I didn't, I think my actions would hold less meaning sometimes. But at the same time, we need to know that it's not humanly possibly to know everything, all that God knows. And sometimes the pursuit of knowledge can get in the way of what really matters, so if this pursuit impedes that, it is all for naught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So as I've just finished my first semester at colleges, I've tried to keep this in mind. Yes, my classes are important, and my grades, but sometimes the most valuable aspects of the college experience come from outside the classroom. Conversations, mistakes, sights, relations...these things teach just as much as a professor. And I try not to forget that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;....Only I think I've been remembering that TOO much on occasion and have been struggling to find that balance between studies and sociality. And sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All I can say is that I have quite a journey ahead of me these next four years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Nothing matters, I'm just chasing the wind. If I can't have you darlin'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-7778461723102657978?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7778461723102657978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=7778461723102657978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7778461723102657978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7778461723102657978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2010/01/changes-and-revamps.html' title='Changes and revamps.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2518848246992815888</id><published>2009-09-17T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:22:28.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SrKZrLFwO6I/AAAAAAAAALk/g392iJHiJAk/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SrKZrLFwO6I/AAAAAAAAALk/g392iJHiJAk/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382533471651511202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm at college now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I adore it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We make lots of macaroni and cheese (which I can't eat anymore...I'm a vegan :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ride around till 3 in the morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone is so nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain hurts because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm listening to "Stacy's Mom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. M headphones are kinda tight (as in cool, and snug. Oh puns)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I've been studying for my Old Testament test, and I'm afraid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I apologize for the lack of coherent thought in this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I apologize for something each time I post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry for that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2518848246992815888?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2518848246992815888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2518848246992815888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2518848246992815888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2518848246992815888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/gordon.html' title='Gordon'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SrKZrLFwO6I/AAAAAAAAALk/g392iJHiJAk/s72-c/DSC_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-7399290825269624652</id><published>2009-07-11T15:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:55:54.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall ships Boston'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. &lt;div&gt;Not in the mood to write, but I've been writing thank you notes from my graduation party for ages and I had a migraine this morning so we couldn't go into Boston and visit the Tall Ships and I couldn't meet a dashing young sailor who falls in love with me and offers to let me sail around the world with him on his magnificent ship and have the time of my life and fall in love with him and the ocean and dock on a little island and build a cute house and live by the sea and be lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah...I need a break to vent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-7399290825269624652?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7399290825269624652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=7399290825269624652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7399290825269624652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7399290825269624652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2333795010838182801</id><published>2009-07-08T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:54:56.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titanic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish life could be like Titanic...only Leo lives, and no one dies. &lt;div&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2333795010838182801?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2333795010838182801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2333795010838182801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2333795010838182801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2333795010838182801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-life-could-be-like-titanic.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-9091368509404689466</id><published>2009-07-01T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:24:00.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plymouth is hot'/><title type='text'>Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkwaKt9KbYI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vzd6n1jK0N4/s1600-h/DSC_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkwaKt9KbYI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vzd6n1jK0N4/s400/DSC_0515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353682828473822594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkwaKBEbZmI/AAAAAAAAALU/hexwyP_5H5U/s1600-h/100_5242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkwaKBEbZmI/AAAAAAAAALU/hexwyP_5H5U/s400/100_5242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353682816424699490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been babysitting my neighbor's three boys on Monday and Tuesday from 7 in the morning until 5 at night. &lt;div&gt;20 hours is a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I left on Tuesday, I yelled a goodbye and started walking down the drive way. As I reached the bottom, I hear one of the boys yell enthusiastically across the yard to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And don't forget Michela, you're hot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's in second grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In better news, I'm going away for the 4th of July as always, and I'm happy because it's my favorite time of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-9091368509404689466?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/9091368509404689466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=9091368509404689466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/9091368509404689466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/9091368509404689466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/great.html' title='Great'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkwaKt9KbYI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vzd6n1jK0N4/s72-c/DSC_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-844400585503554945</id><published>2009-06-29T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:01:58.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chipmunk'/><title type='text'>I'm sad</title><content type='html'>Sorry again for not posting, we had my grad party on Saturday, and we had over 80 people, so needless to say, lots of planning, cleaning, setting up and more cleaning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Monday, and I'm babsitting my neighbor's three boys from 7 in the morning till 4:30 in the afternoon. It's been a long day, and tomorrow is the same deal. But thats ok...I need the money, and they're not too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thats not why I'm sad. I'm sad because I feel responsible for the death of an innocent chipmunk. And I feel awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neighbor's have these two cats, and they are supposed to be indoor cats, but they're been going out lately, and now meow like there's no tomorrow until they are let out. So one escaped on his own, and the other I let out because I couldn't take the meowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later we are all playing outside and I see the cats chasing this poor chipmunk. They don't even catch them and eat them, they just play with them until the little munk dies. So i try shooing away the cats, and I try to pick up the chipmunk and move him. The poor thing was trembling and half its tail was gone, and I felt so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then it jumped and the cats chased it into some poison ivy, so I couldn't follow. Then one of them comes trotting triumphantly back with the chipmunk in his mouth. Then he continues to bat it around. It was all I could do to keep playing ball with the kids and not let my heart break all over the grass for that tiny chipmunk. If I had only snatched the chipmunk up sooner, or not let the cats get out at all, it would still be alive. I feel horrible. It was so tiny and cute, and its little eyes were so scared. I miss him :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry chipmunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-844400585503554945?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/844400585503554945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=844400585503554945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/844400585503554945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/844400585503554945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-1661867672134416140</id><published>2009-06-23T15:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:33:55.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lo siento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkEuHhq3C5I/AAAAAAAAALM/VaYMPQzgVb0/s1600-h/DSC_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkEuHhq3C5I/AAAAAAAAALM/VaYMPQzgVb0/s400/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350608539124960146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap today, and am stressed out. I'll go into it more tomorrow probably, but here's a picture to make it up to you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-1661867672134416140?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1661867672134416140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=1661867672134416140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1661867672134416140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1661867672134416140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/lo-siento.html' title='lo siento'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SkEuHhq3C5I/AAAAAAAAALM/VaYMPQzgVb0/s72-c/DSC_0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-7433102043862779396</id><published>2009-06-20T16:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:26:43.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga kids singing driving ick boo kelly clarkson'/><title type='text'>Soz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/Sj1FZBmSZaI/AAAAAAAAALE/mLjju8_hiw0/s1600-h/DSC_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/Sj1FZBmSZaI/AAAAAAAAALE/mLjju8_hiw0/s400/DSC_0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349508228614088098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't made a list in a few days. &lt;div&gt;I'll try to make this one nice and humorous then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now, the acoustic version of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Y-vM8I5jaE"&gt;"Everytime We Touch"&lt;/a&gt; is playing. "LOL"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember when I said I was reading "A Tale of Two Cities"? Haha, well, I was actually reading "Great Expectations." You may think I'm making some high-level Dickens pun, but in reality, I just never bothered to look at the cover, which would explain why the story seemed different than what I remembered about it. Another "LOL" for Mik. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made more banana bread. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today while doing my driving lessons (don't laugh, I hate driving, so I never bothered to learn and get my license...but I sorta need it now as I'm going to college) my driving instructor starts reminiscing about when her and her friends would smoke pot, and one boy specifically would "jump off cliffs and stuff, thinking he could fly! His name was Malakai. It was so funny." I don't know if this woman should be teaching me anything. She also speaks in "we" form. I don't even know what literary person to classify that in. I suppose the extended form of second person? Oh, and she sings really off key to "My Life Would Suck Without You," claiming it to be "her girly song" and that she had never heard of Kelly Clarkson before that some came out. And to top it all off, she yells at me for speeding home. I think I am justified in that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorry that was long. To make it up to you,  I'll show you &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0FPZolbYns"&gt;kids singing Lady Gaga.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grad party is a week away, and just the other day found out that my grandmother, whom I haven't seen in a few years, is coming down from NY for my party. Let the cleaning commence. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here's a link to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michelatedesco/"&gt;Flickr account&lt;/a&gt; so you can see the pictures I've taken lately. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should read all of &lt;a href="http://www.sparksflyup.com/"&gt;John Green's&lt;/a&gt; books. They are amazing. Like, legit. They are all similar, but drastically different as well. The first one I read was "An Abundance Of Katherines" and I must say, for a girl who hates math, I found it highly entertaining. Read Them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;TALKMORESOONKTHNXBAI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1562494287722623174-7433102043862779396?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7433102043862779396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=7433102043862779396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7433102043862779396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7433102043862779396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/soz.html' title='Soz'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/Sj1FZBmSZaI/AAAAAAAAALE/mLjju8_hiw0/s72-c/DSC_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-1468223294645386549</id><published>2009-06-15T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:05:18.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New World Colin Farrell Christian Bale The Road Cormac McCarthy Charles Dickens'/><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I recall now, after waking up to do driving hours at 7:30 in the morning, why I don't have my license: because I hate driving. When I marry Rafa Nadal, I'll just hire a chauffeur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to read more of the books I got from the library. I started both &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kvpa/cormacmccarthy/"&gt;The Road&lt;/a&gt; by Cormac McCarthy, and &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=KNoXAAAAYAAJ&amp;amp;dq=a+tale+of+two+cities&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;source=bn&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=k2E2Sv22OYymM-fdlYYK&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=4"&gt;A Tale of Two Cities&lt;/a&gt; by Charles Dickens. And now I don't know which one to finish first. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got quite a few Dickens books at the library, actually. As I'm graduated now, I feel like I should have read at least one of his books, and I haven't. Well, I read a Christmas Carol, but thats really short. Why don't we read his stuff in school? All we did was watch the movie...legit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really tired. I watched &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/the_new_world/"&gt;"The New World"&lt;/a&gt; last night, because it has Colin Farrell AND Christian Bale in it. And...ok, it was a very artistically well-done movie, but it was 3 hours long, and barely any dialogue. The girl who played Pocahontas  was really pretty though. (she seemed a little young however to be gallivanting about with older men..hmm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go to the library and pick up some movies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-1468223294645386549?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1468223294645386549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=1468223294645386549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1468223294645386549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1468223294645386549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-5610184886293901634</id><published>2009-06-14T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:48:55.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I  just made banana bread, sans eggs (because we have none) and sans butter (because since the heart attack, my dad doesn't like to eat lots of fattening foods. It's cooling, but I think it's come out nicely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SjVSDsKgHRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BToUDSPxH0s/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SjVSDsKgHRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BToUDSPxH0s/s400/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347270355920624914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Speaking of my dad, he's painting the hallway right now. It looks dangerous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SjVSDjZXP-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/35uK7cb9oc4/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SjVSDjZXP-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/35uK7cb9oc4/s400/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347270353567039458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm cleaning the sunporch to be nice, only I've discovered Swiffers are not all that effective for cleaning up cat fur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. That banana bread smells really good, but it's still hot and I can't eat it yet. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I think I'm going to read some Charles Dickins tonight, and then watch "The New World" form iTunes. It looks good, like live action Pocahontis, and not exaggerated, but real. And also what happens when they take her to England. PLUS Christian Bale is in it, so....exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-5610184886293901634?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5610184886293901634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=5610184886293901634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/5610184886293901634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/5610184886293901634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/list-2.html' title='List 2'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SjVSDsKgHRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BToUDSPxH0s/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-3829949385232969362</id><published>2009-06-14T01:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:35:20.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mik makes lists'/><title type='text'>Meredith Inspired me.</title><content type='html'>She said she liked making lists, and that is something I am very happy with. &lt;div&gt;Because I generally type in list form anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I might as well number the lines, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking that I'll try to make a list each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of at least 5 things, just random things. Whatever I'm thinking. (Which could get strange...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is currently 1:28 on an early Sunday morning. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to teach Sunday school to a large group of 6-10 year olds in 9 hours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cat is asleep next to me, and I wish I could take her up to sleep on my bed in a minute, but she can't go in my room, because people sent me flowers for graduation, and my cat eats them and gets sick :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously love photography. Here's the flickr account I just made to put up some pictures I took the other day.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michelatedesco/show/"&gt;SLIDESHOW!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This summer was supposed to me the best summer ever. And it's not, nor is it going to be anymore :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't want to end on a sad note, so I'm going to listen to Demetri Martin and go to bed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NITE X&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/1562494287722623174-3829949385232969362?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3829949385232969362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=3829949385232969362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/3829949385232969362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/3829949385232969362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/meredith-inspired-me.html' title='Meredith Inspired me.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-437362218940763543</id><published>2009-06-14T01:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:22:40.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A picture's worth a thousand words. &lt;div&gt;and it also quicker to post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://michelalikesyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://michelalikesyou.tumblr.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-437362218940763543?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/437362218940763543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=437362218940763543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/437362218940763543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/437362218940763543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2571027122926332336</id><published>2009-05-27T22:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:43:14.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/Sh36MSJic0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nVFiLXv0vk0/s1600-h/102_1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/Sh36MSJic0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nVFiLXv0vk0/s400/102_1183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340699822068495170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....forever......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sayin.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2571027122926332336?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2571027122926332336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2571027122926332336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2571027122926332336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2571027122926332336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-is-over.html' title='SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/Sh36MSJic0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nVFiLXv0vk0/s72-c/102_1183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2184821286885493558</id><published>2009-03-09T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:31:41.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading.</title><content type='html'>We had to read "The Secret Sharer" by Conrad over the weekend for AP English. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone said it was pretty bad, but I truly loved it. &lt;br /&gt;Its about a sea captain, and his voyage....thats all I can tell you without giving much away. &lt;br /&gt;But something has always interested me about books with boats, or ships, or oceans. &lt;br /&gt;The Mysterious Island, Moby Dick, the Ryme of the Ancient Mariner....etc. Something about the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so mysterious and draws you in. once you're out there, there's no going back until you've done what you need to, or something prevents you...did that make sense? it's just you and the water. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, there's also something really freaky about it...for the same reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SbVuhccbn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Rm3aXeQDCHE/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SbVuhccbn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Rm3aXeQDCHE/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311272856403550146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2184821286885493558?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2184821286885493558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2184821286885493558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2184821286885493558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2184821286885493558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading.html' title='Reading.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SbVuhccbn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Rm3aXeQDCHE/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2230323608291409295</id><published>2009-02-25T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:50:40.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SaWE4FiVUKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/moB9ZY3qLUg/s1600-h/Burnt+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SaWE4FiVUKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/moB9ZY3qLUg/s400/Burnt+Out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306793835019718818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed home today, to complete my art portfolios to ship off to colleges....and so far I've accomplished nothing. &lt;br /&gt;I feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2230323608291409295?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2230323608291409295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2230323608291409295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2230323608291409295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2230323608291409295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/erm.html' title='Erm.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SaWE4FiVUKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/moB9ZY3qLUg/s72-c/Burnt+Out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2557408963587960751</id><published>2009-02-12T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:52:02.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddle Jumping</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it was warm enough that things began melting. &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a non-frozen time in months. &lt;br /&gt;Water was literally gushing down my street this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I jumped over some puddles, as I was wearing sweater boots. &lt;br /&gt;A week ago, if i had jumped outside, I would have slipped and fallen on the ice that enveloped the state of Massachusetts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nice for a few reasons. &lt;br /&gt;1. It was warm and I didn't have to wear gloves. &lt;br /&gt;2. We had our Fantasy Newsmakers draft party in my Contemporary Issues class, so we ordered 12 large pizzas and had them delivered to the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;3. In English, we just happily discussed "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen the entire time, and I like unforced discussions when we are just generally interested in the subject, and not guided by any questions. It was good. &lt;br /&gt;4. I'm on the decorating committee for our "Spring Fling" dance for the Senior Center. I get to find flowers :)&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't have too much homework and MAY get to do something fun, OR sleep at a normal hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2557408963587960751?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2557408963587960751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2557408963587960751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2557408963587960751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2557408963587960751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/puddle-jumping.html' title='Puddle Jumping'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-1397683826971214490</id><published>2009-02-11T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:41:45.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave.</title><content type='html'>This morning was cold, as usual, but when we all walked out of school this afternoon, it was a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;The air was warm and lovely and smelled good. &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;(get this)&lt;br /&gt;it was nearly 60 degrees out!&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to throw on shorts and a tee and take a few laps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, no, I didn't do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much happening in my joyous and stress-free life as a Senior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also slightly reprimanded for not submitting as many stories and poems to the school's magazine...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my sense of humor is missed. &lt;br /&gt;So hopefully tonite I won't be up till past 12 doing homework as I have for the past week. &lt;br /&gt;Man I love sleeping...I wish i could do it more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i end up writing anything, I'll post it I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my sister and I are planning to make a video involving my cat and "Single Ladies" dancing. So........yeah. &lt;br /&gt;(hint: I will not be doing the dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-1397683826971214490?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1397683826971214490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=1397683826971214490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1397683826971214490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1397683826971214490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-7956235989256361941</id><published>2009-02-10T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:07:02.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right again.</title><content type='html'>I'm decided to start blogging more. I read so many blogs, it's insane, and I really should write my own, yeah?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I can never figure out how to follow people on blogger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Meredith if you read this thank you dear for being my first follower :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was listening to  Dave's cover of "Calm Down Dearest" this afternoon, now its stuck in my head. Play the record on Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at my school, we have a million different computer labs. The art one that I'm usually in is fine, but the other ones (minus the Mac lab) are crap and have these screens that literally pulse and flicker. And it hurts me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't look at strobe lights or police lights or anything like that...so why do the computers have to be like that too? It's not fair, I don't think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really confused right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taking with my mom, and she said how I need to have a job this summer. And I could be a camp counselor again, but that would mean they would need me for the entire summer. I loved it thee last summer, and made good money, but I dont want to spent my last summer working. Plus I have things I wanna do, and it won't happen if I'm in work the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...I have to find another source of income. Babysitting, possibly. If i can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to work at Stop&amp;amp;Shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sigh....such is life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cat is licking her face next to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just watched a ridiculous amount of Jake&amp;amp;Amir videos. Those guys are my unsung heroes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacation next week at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need my camcorder fixed as well....gahhhhh why does money need to be involved with everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, this week I need to pay for my AP tests, and buy my ticket to Senior banquet, AND pay for a ski trip ticket in advance. Goodness....money money, everywhere, but not a drop to drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(or something like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I'm probably one of the very few 18 year old girls who actually knows what the Rime of the Ancient Mariner is, let alone makes references to it on a weekly basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to shut up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with photography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SZHsRm8hOcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lQzAaOPSUBE/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SZHsRm8hOcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lQzAaOPSUBE/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301278023648098754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-7956235989256361941?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7956235989256361941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=7956235989256361941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7956235989256361941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7956235989256361941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-again.html' title='Right again.'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/SZHsRm8hOcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lQzAaOPSUBE/s72-c/DSC_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-1638877769176650470</id><published>2009-02-09T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:08:09.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right...</title><content type='html'>So i haven't blogged in ages. &lt;div&gt;Making videos every week is more work than it seemed to be, or to make them semi-interesting anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://youtube.com/sayhellotoseven is where i make them i guess now, but i try to put some on my other channel as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cats are staring at me. they must wonder why i'm always staring at this glowing silver piece of expensive metal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the battery, along with mine, is almost out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-1638877769176650470?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1638877769176650470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=1638877769176650470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1638877769176650470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1638877769176650470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2009/02/right.html' title='Right...'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-268039511556687630</id><published>2008-06-09T01:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:39:20.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO SCARED</title><content type='html'>I was typing my English project, nice and happy on my bed, when OUT OF NO WHERE this ugly giant spider comes careening down on it's massive crazy web and swings over my bed and up my wall. &lt;div&gt;Now, I am absolutely terrified of spiders. Like, i see one, and i freeze. I cant move because the terror renders me immobile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now imagine that, only in HUGE UGLY spider form. I was trembling and on the verge of tears I was so scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Normal circumstances, I'd scream for a family member to come and get the spider. Only it was 1:30 in the morning, and everyone was asleep. So away slipped the spider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, fine, its gone somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait...somewhere IN MY ROOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it, i'm sleeping downstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, thats how bad it is...if i know there is a bug in my room, I cant sleep until it's dead, or I sleep somewhere else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I usually name things, but this spider is soooo ugly I cant even bring myself to name it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS: AHHHHHHHHHHHH now its ON MY CELING sneaking around. I'm going to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSSS: It's coming closer. it will eat me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-268039511556687630?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/268039511556687630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=268039511556687630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/268039511556687630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/268039511556687630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-scared.html' title='I AM SO SCARED'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-3405034261891468610</id><published>2008-05-23T17:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:31:26.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mystery channel'/><title type='text'>The Mystery Channel</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOOOO confusing, yet so much fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; http://themysterychannel.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help if you can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-3405034261891468610?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3405034261891468610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=3405034261891468610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/3405034261891468610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/3405034261891468610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystery-channel.html' title='The Mystery Channel'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-8844499851539068433</id><published>2008-04-03T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:56:02.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol david archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>I HEART FIZIX</title><content type='html'>I am typing up my Physics Lab. (it is almost 2 months late...oops).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am ANGRY because Microsoft Word keeps telling me that Photogate is not a word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I am aware that technically, it is supposed to be 2 words....but it looks so much nicer as one word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm listening to David Archuleta....awww he is so adorable and insanely talented. I want him to win. Either David or David (Cook). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David squared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can both win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace and Idols, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-8844499851539068433?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8844499851539068433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=8844499851539068433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8844499851539068433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8844499851539068433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-heart-fizix.html' title='I HEART FIZIX'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2846995693272245965</id><published>2008-04-01T22:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:26.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikisthatchick technology'/><title type='text'>Oh, What a Tangled Web I Weave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R_LyeXtWpfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oluWVbq8U3c/s1600-h/102_2436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R_LyeXtWpfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oluWVbq8U3c/s400/102_2436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184472724631102962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the party of technology that exists on the floor near my bed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOOT WHOOT UP IN HEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fails miserably at a party reenactment*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I counted 8 different chords. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the sad part is, that within the past 5 minutes, I have used 7 out of those 8 chords in my nightly electronic updating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what cavemen did without all this technology?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I take back that question...I don't wanna know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G'Nite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mik&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/1562494287722623174-2846995693272245965?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2846995693272245965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2846995693272245965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2846995693272245965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2846995693272245965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-what-tangled-web-i-weave.html' title='Oh, What a Tangled Web I Weave...'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R_LyeXtWpfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oluWVbq8U3c/s72-c/102_2436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-144237803631974123</id><published>2008-04-01T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:58:13.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april fools punk'/><title type='text'>APRIL FOOLS</title><content type='html'>Gotta love the Fools. &lt;div&gt;But really I wasn't in school today, and I don't feel well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly I have no clue what Hyposectmia is...i think i made it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that This is not original in ANY WAY. But hey, I was home alone all day, I had to fool someone, right? Or at least try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Answer is yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: While you're at it, check out PJ's new &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59KexBL22is"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. It is truly brilliant. &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/1562494287722623174-144237803631974123?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/144237803631974123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=144237803631974123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/144237803631974123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/144237803631974123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='APRIL FOOLS'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-5179539736258282862</id><published>2008-03-31T15:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:27.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry math test seth bolt needtobreathe'/><title type='text'>I AM HAVING A BAD DAY</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to finish my math test, which I NEED a good grade on. So I start off with a 90 because I had to hand it in before I could finish the last problem. &lt;div&gt;And do you know what important things we had to do AFTER the test?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play hangman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was forced to hand in my test 15 minutes before class ended so we could sit around and play hangman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the day just went downhill from there, coz I'm angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too angry to write anything else, so I'll find a nice picture to post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R_E4SHtWpeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SQxgYQ4sNhc/s1600-h/sethbolt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R_E4SHtWpeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SQxgYQ4sNhc/s400/sethbolt.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183986530038228450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(an Icon I made a while ago of dear Seth Bolt from NeedtoBreathe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-5179539736258282862?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5179539736258282862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=5179539736258282862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/5179539736258282862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/5179539736258282862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-having-bad-day.html' title='I AM HAVING A BAD DAY'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R_E4SHtWpeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SQxgYQ4sNhc/s72-c/sethbolt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-1879308045528874786</id><published>2008-03-23T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:27.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>I love Easter. It is just a good feeling, because you know that Jesus did what he did for you. So as long as you believe in him and what he did, you're all set. &lt;div&gt;So Bona Pasqua Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I'm miffed coz we couldn't go to the concert...I'll vent about that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the mean time, here is perhaps the greatest sign I have ever seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget what store it was in, but I saw it, and me and Sarah just looked at each other and go "OH. MY. GOSH. Take a picture!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-Z7RHtWpdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/orvpchTtDf4/s1600-h/102_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-Z7RHtWpdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/orvpchTtDf4/s400/102_2409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180963955393603026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on, every time I see a giraffe, I am going to ask for help. No matter what. DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat Eggs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Mik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-1879308045528874786?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1879308045528874786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=1879308045528874786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1879308045528874786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1879308045528874786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-Z7RHtWpdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/orvpchTtDf4/s72-c/102_2409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-1016142771445311422</id><published>2008-03-21T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:27.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room Needs a Facelift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or At Least some heavy-duty cleaning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-NBzHtWpbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/39-qCpHEJnQ/s1600-h/102_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-NBzHtWpbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/39-qCpHEJnQ/s400/102_2389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180056342904612274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even have pants laying around on my bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-NBz3tWpcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LIFdF52Yeak/s1600-h/102_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-NBz3tWpcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LIFdF52Yeak/s400/102_2390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180056355789514178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully this is all clean now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 48 hours I will have &lt;a href="http://needtobreathe.net/"&gt;Breathed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE MIK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-1016142771445311422?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1016142771445311422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=1016142771445311422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1016142771445311422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/1016142771445311422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-room-needs-facelift.html' title='My Room Needs a Facelift'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R-NBzHtWpbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/39-qCpHEJnQ/s72-c/102_2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2618813031945222749</id><published>2008-03-17T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:27.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I basically love the Nite-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And I basically hate essays about books that I hated. Thats a double hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Only hate is a strong word, so I'll say I have a strong antipathy towards them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;But what I love is that these such essays let me stay up later I guess...only it's not the fun kinda of staying up like "Yay let's watch scary movies and eat popcorn on the couch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Oh no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;It's more like the "Darn it all I need more literary Criticism only none exists because no one has written about my topic in the history of topics written and I'm gonna get an F because I can't find any but if I make some up I'll get in even more trouble and it's late and I'm tired and wanna go to sleep and dream of happy things like ponies and cookies dipped in milk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;(Only the cookies will be dipped in milk, no soggy ponies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;and I also love how I procrastinate my essay by writing a blog about how much I dislike my essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Good Times though, because I know at least 30 other kids in my class will be doing the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I wish we all had anti-essay telepathy so we could talk to each other as we all sit in our rooms and stare angrily at our computers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;This post has been longer than I had anticipated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So I will leave you with a random picture I've taken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R982NhuXu1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ywb9CAyZjL8/s1600-h/102_8986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R982NhuXu1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ywb9CAyZjL8/s400/102_8986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178917702518422354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I freakin love people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&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-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Peace and cheers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-2618813031945222749?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2618813031945222749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2618813031945222749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2618813031945222749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2618813031945222749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-basically-love-nite-time.html' title='I basically love the Nite-Time'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R982NhuXu1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ywb9CAyZjL8/s72-c/102_8986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-4670657806272806587</id><published>2008-03-15T18:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:28.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Shenanagins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we started up here by the road....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPVRuXuvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Tg-uN6pbtU0/s1600-h/Field%2520Day%2520003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPVRuXuvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Tg-uN6pbtU0/s400/Field%2520Day%2520003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100898522970866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we followed this landing strip down to that tiny building in the distance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPVxuXuwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lPIruCGJipc/s1600-h/Field%2520Day%2520009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPVxuXuwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lPIruCGJipc/s400/Field%2520Day%2520009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100907112905474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And arrived here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPWRuXuxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1QTk6jvxbNQ/s1600-h/Field%2520Day%2520010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPWRuXuxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1QTk6jvxbNQ/s400/Field%2520Day%2520010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100915702840082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is where we almost died. Sorta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPWxuXuyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v64_ZtTtjVI/s1600-h/Field%2520Day%2520012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPWxuXuyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/v64_ZtTtjVI/s400/Field%2520Day%2520012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178100924292774690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1562494287722623174-4670657806272806587?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4670657806272806587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=4670657806272806587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/4670657806272806587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/4670657806272806587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/03/airport-shenanagins.html' title='Airport Shenanagins!'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R9xPVRuXuvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Tg-uN6pbtU0/s72-c/Field%2520Day%2520003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-6531020725036055470</id><published>2008-03-15T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:28:03.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><content type='html'>So I had a date and no dress....and now I have a dress and no date. &lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not having a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been cleaning my room, which is semi-clean now, and I had planned to do all these fun things this weekend, but Saturday is almost over and all I have done is find out I'm dateless and make my room halfway clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I need a date to have fun, but I told my friend who booked the limo to reserve me 2 spots, and now I only need one, which means everyone is gonna have to pay a bit more. And they are gonna be mad at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I have a fair amount of homework this weekend, and all I have done was read a packet, and that was while I was babysitting last night and I was basically asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart just feels funny right now. Like its slowly deciding that it wants to be somewhere else, other than beating inside me. (wow, that sounded really emo right there!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe not that extreme, I dunno, I'm just in a sad mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh AND I am supposed to teach Sunday School tomorrow, and the other girls STILL have not called me back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like it's gonna be up to rushed phone calls on Saturday nite. (AGAIN). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I try, I send them emails at the beginning of the week, and they respond and say they will call me, but they don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happy note, Jessie and I had a fun time at the Airport. On a scale of 1-10 on how freaked out we were, I gave it a 5, and she a 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was creeeeeeepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muy creepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanna go back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Bye everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll vlog a bit today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-6531020725036055470?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6531020725036055470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=6531020725036055470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/6531020725036055470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/6531020725036055470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/03/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-7983555711521682679</id><published>2008-03-04T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:29.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So basically prom is frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Find a dress that looks expensive but isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Find shoes that match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paint my nails and toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Get a fancy hairdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Find a limo and organize who will be in it besides me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Find money to pay for all this, plus the ticket (ouch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Find a nice boy to go with me (like that'll happen in Franklin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if I were a guy, I'd have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ask a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rent a tux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Buy a ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DONE&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being a girl is so complicated sometimes. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, I went dress shopping the other day with Jessie. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never found "the one". &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm gonna keep looking obviously. Or go naked. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I chose dress. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I also think it would be classy to go in a dress and Converse. Nice. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are a few highlights of the shopping event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820h-8hjyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5ubaWKeK5qU/s1600-h/102_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820h-8hjyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5ubaWKeK5qU/s320/102_2341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173990042844106530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820ie8hjzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bqmRbae-heE/s1600-h/102_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820ie8hjzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bqmRbae-heE/s320/102_2337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173990051434041138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820i-8hj0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2VNSXmgzoSQ/s1600-h/102_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820i-8hj0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2VNSXmgzoSQ/s320/102_2335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173990060023975746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820jO8hj1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y2twBUPDBn4/s1600-h/102_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R820jO8hj1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y2twBUPDBn4/s320/102_2352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173990064318943058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all this, I was excited to shop more. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then in bed that night, I was like:&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Maybe I just won't go to prom."&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's Why in List Form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can't dance very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is expensive like mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm not sure if it is worth the stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll feel weird if I go without a guy, but I doubt anyone will ask me. And I'm not the type to ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Prom Drama has already begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someone will no doubt spike the punch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGH. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then I told myself that I should go. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's Why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I get to dress up like a princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can ride in a limo for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's fun getting all dressed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I will have a summer job, so I'll get more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is supposed to be the "best night of my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll feel really left out if I don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Someone will no doubt spike the punch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I lost against myself 6 to 7. &lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I'm going to the prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace and 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Advantage</title><content type='html'>So, if you know me you probably know that yesterday 3 friends and I took the train into Boston and went to the Museum of Fine Arts. &lt;div&gt;I will now tell the story for your hearing pleasure with the use of handy visual aides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we showed up at the train station and boarded. And we were quite bored. ( insert pun ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when cute girls like us ( Sarah knows this ) are bored, we take pictures of ourselves. We are not vain, just bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6d5xjq3I/AAAAAAAAABE/zC5lbkAP85A/s1600-h/102_2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6d5xjq3I/AAAAAAAAABE/zC5lbkAP85A/s320/102_2289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169211495202138994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6eZxjq4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7_hQVedEwus/s1600-h/102_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6eZxjq4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7_hQVedEwus/s320/102_2292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169211503792073602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6epxjq5I/AAAAAAAAABU/h8a8TmIhiGs/s1600-h/IMG_3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6epxjq5I/AAAAAAAAABU/h8a8TmIhiGs/s320/IMG_3874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169211508087040914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessie and I talked about underwear, art class and random other things. I'm not sure what Sarah and Jojo talked about. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we arrived at Ruggles Station and argued about which way to go, until a nice lady with a star tattoo told us the way. Traveling onward, another nice lady in a Monster Truck (Monster energy drinks) handed us free Monster Coffees. I didn't take one because caffeine makes me strange and uncomfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we entered the Museum and got in free because we were 17 or under and on school vacation. Then some guy checked our tickets and told Jojo that her bag was too big and needed to be checked. To Baggage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked our coats with this little older lady who didn't speak much English, but still I wouldn't mess with her in a million years. She could probably take me down with one hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we embarked into the heart of the Museum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went through Egypt and the like, and looked at all the old sculptures and jewelery. It was all so amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this helmet that looked like a Batman helmet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zE65xjq6I/AAAAAAAAABc/bRNR_FlfZKU/s1600-h/102_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zE65xjq6I/AAAAAAAAABc/bRNR_FlfZKU/s320/102_2293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169222988534623138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went through the Ancient Rome section. It was all so fantastic, and Italian-ish. I loved it. We took some interesting pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zFopxjq7I/AAAAAAAAABk/FZieysgu1LQ/s1600-h/102_2304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zFopxjq7I/AAAAAAAAABk/FZieysgu1LQ/s320/102_2304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169223774513638322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zFpZxjq8I/AAAAAAAAABs/SVCGUZL0dKs/s1600-h/102_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zFpZxjq8I/AAAAAAAAABs/SVCGUZL0dKs/s320/102_2305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169223787398540226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="direction: rtl;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zFpZxjq9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/zJMEsFwFu9w/s320/IMG_3906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169223787398540242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went into the painting section and nerded out. It was great. This nice security guard told us all about a painting we had been staring at for about 5 minutes. He told us that the Disney Castle was based on the castle in the painting. Wow. Me and Sarah (and this random kid who walked by) said that it reminded us of Narnia. I also thought it was ironic because it was called "The Forest and Hunting" or something like that, and all the men were going off the hunt, but we, the viewers, could see that all the animals were in the other direction. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a picture of it, but it came out blurry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were looking at the painting still, Jessie taps me and says "Look right" so I lok right and see this guy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; staring at a painting. And I mean Intently. He didn't even notice us staring at him. So Jessie fell in love, and made me stand in front of random things so she could pretend to take pictures of me but actually take pictures of Edward (that's what she named him). Then eventually none of the pictures came out so she just took a picture of him outright. Only he was so focused on the art, he had no idea. What a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zX65xjq_I/AAAAAAAAACE/V5zpUSiWTK8/s1600-h/IMG_3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zX65xjq_I/AAAAAAAAACE/V5zpUSiWTK8/s320/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169243879255550962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry some photos are sideways, I'm not sure how to fix that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here is a fascinating painting of paintings. Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zefZxjrKI/AAAAAAAAADc/L6c3kQVvDxk/s1600-h/102_2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zefZxjrKI/AAAAAAAAADc/L6c3kQVvDxk/s400/102_2298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169251103390543010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a glass purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zfXZxjrLI/AAAAAAAAADk/1TeQG4bN-o8/s1600-h/102_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zfXZxjrLI/AAAAAAAAADk/1TeQG4bN-o8/s320/102_2306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169252065463217330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zfYJxjrMI/AAAAAAAAADs/fZqWPn4d_fQ/s1600-h/102_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zfYJxjrMI/AAAAAAAAADs/fZqWPn4d_fQ/s320/102_2307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169252078348119234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the ceiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zgH5xjrNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wbOm1rY5mGA/s1600-h/102_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zgH5xjrNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wbOm1rY5mGA/s320/102_2301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169252898686872786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zgIJxjrOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UhQgxA5x--Q/s1600-h/102_2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zgIJxjrOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UhQgxA5x--Q/s320/102_2302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169252902981840098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went out for lunch. I had a surprisingly good burrito. When Sarah and Jojo were up ordering, Jessie took a picture of them in line and waved. And this older man thought we were waving to him, and then proceded to follow us until we left. He is actually in the corner of the picture. Creeeeeeeeeeepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zMZZxjq-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oiA2UqsFSlo/s1600-h/IMG_3898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zMZZxjq-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oiA2UqsFSlo/s320/IMG_3898.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169231209102027746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the Museum, we looked at more paintings and then went to the Gift Shop! We looked at tons of books, and suddenly the lunch hit us and we all curled up next to the "50% Off" book rack and read random books. Sarah read us this hilarious quote book and I looked at a cat book and British travel guides and such. Jessie looked for cheaper Aussie books, but didn't find any :(&lt;div&gt;Eventually we dragged ourselves up and back out into the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we went out the museum door, Sarah and Jojo were walking down the steps with Jessie and I close behind, when these 2 boys turned the corner and the conversation went something like this: (correct me Jessie if i'm wrong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Hello ladies, how are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Did you enjoy the museum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes, it was very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Thats good, are you from Boston?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Are you a college student here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Then where are you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Franklin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Where is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Exactly, it's kinda in the middle of nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Me too, I mean we are from Agawam.... one knows where that is. Springfield?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yep, I've been there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: Cool, well you ladies have a good rest of the day now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Jessie: Thanks, bye, you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was truly strange. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. They were cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. That sort of thing doesn't usually happen to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If they were hitting on us, they were very polite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. They liked art, coz they went into the Museum afterwords. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we walked back to the station, we all came to the conclusion that an Art Museum during vacation would be a good place to meet guys who weren't jerks, because obviously they had good taste and were well mannered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the station, I bought a water and Jojo bought an Oringina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zb2ZxjrAI/AAAAAAAAACM/F0-YxzlcmoM/s1600-h/102_2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zb2ZxjrAI/AAAAAAAAACM/F0-YxzlcmoM/s320/102_2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169248199992650754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had nothing to do, so we took pictures again until we got on the train, where we took more. Here is a string of the ones we took. Again, sorry if your neck breaks trying to see them :P&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdL5xjrBI/AAAAAAAAACU/0jJTYmXR9rc/s1600-h/102_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdL5xjrBI/AAAAAAAAACU/0jJTYmXR9rc/s400/102_2309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169249668871466002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdMZxjrCI/AAAAAAAAACc/x-VOp1jkHnY/s1600-h/102_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdMZxjrCI/AAAAAAAAACc/x-VOp1jkHnY/s400/102_2310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169249677461400610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdNJxjrDI/AAAAAAAAACk/z6ACqTFzPYg/s1600-h/102_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdNJxjrDI/AAAAAAAAACk/z6ACqTFzPYg/s400/102_2312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169249690346302514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdNZxjrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/khx13gqUx24/s1600-h/IMG_3919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdNZxjrEI/AAAAAAAAACs/khx13gqUx24/s400/IMG_3919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169249694641269826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdNpxjrFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5HNQX78Dcc/s1600-h/IMG_3945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zdNpxjrFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p5HNQX78Dcc/s400/IMG_3945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169249698936237138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd15xjrGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dvQM18X6n9I/s1600-h/IMG_3940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd15xjrGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dvQM18X6n9I/s400/IMG_3940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169250390425971810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd2JxjrHI/AAAAAAAAADE/IOnOb_pj0KE/s1600-h/IMG_3912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd2JxjrHI/AAAAAAAAADE/IOnOb_pj0KE/s400/IMG_3912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169250394720939122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd2ZxjrII/AAAAAAAAADM/qy4znquoDNk/s1600-h/IMG_3918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd2ZxjrII/AAAAAAAAADM/qy4znquoDNk/s400/IMG_3918.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169250399015906434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd3JxjrJI/AAAAAAAAADU/wgEubD2ivjg/s1600-h/102_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7zd3JxjrJI/AAAAAAAAADU/wgEubD2ivjg/s400/102_2308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169250411900808338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN WE CAME HOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-7257544722444374736?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7257544722444374736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=7257544722444374736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7257544722444374736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7257544722444374736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/02/white-and-nerdy-and-we-used-it-to-our.html' title='White and Nerdy and we used it to our Advantage'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7y6d5xjq3I/AAAAAAAAABE/zC5lbkAP85A/s72-c/102_2289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-7658261655123418272</id><published>2008-02-19T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:20:36.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Reminisce Together</title><content type='html'>MUSEUM ADVENTURE IS GONNA BE UP TOMORROW!&lt;div&gt;i'm waiting to get all the pictures first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to use them as visual aides for my intellectual, thrilling and sensational story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art. Creepy men. Polite Boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wtf on the last one!!!!??! I didn't know that existed in this world!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....no offense to all the guys I'm friends with. You all rock. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-7658261655123418272?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7658261655123418272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=7658261655123418272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7658261655123418272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/7658261655123418272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-reminisce-together.html' title='Let&apos;s Reminisce Together'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-3820834853322233960</id><published>2008-02-18T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:33.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain makes my hair frizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUt5xjq0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/86OEThRU4Qo/s1600-h/100_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUt5xjq0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/86OEThRU4Qo/s400/100_2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168395932452236098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUmpxjqzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6k6vwGnVHdg/s1600-h/100_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUmpxjqzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6k6vwGnVHdg/s400/100_2179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168395807898184498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUd5xjqyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gbfIKBwGubI/s1600-h/100_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUd5xjqyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gbfIKBwGubI/s400/100_2180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168395657574329122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know about you guys, but this is getting ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least it's getting warmer today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow should be fun, and now I'm glad we didn't go today, coz we would have been drenched. And no one loves soggy art nerds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I need to go shower to get the smell of burnt veggie bacon out of my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I REALLY want to watch Ferris Bueller's  Day Off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-3820834853322233960?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3820834853322233960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=3820834853322233960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/3820834853322233960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/3820834853322233960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/02/rain-makes-my-hair-frizzy.html' title='Rain makes my hair frizzy'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7nUt5xjq0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/86OEThRU4Qo/s72-c/100_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-8910636274489647979</id><published>2008-02-17T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:38:34.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7i9KpxjqxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o8NojQ9FCg0/s1600-h/102_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7i9KpxjqxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o8NojQ9FCg0/s400/102_2241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168088563117697810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VACATION&lt;/span&gt; is a word I love. Very much. &lt;div&gt;Other words I love are: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RATHER&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SQUEE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know squee is not a word, but it very accurately describes the way I feel when I see something I like. I squee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I am embarking on a journey this week, a journey called vacation. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged as much as I've wanted to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;according to the All-Knowing Wikipedia, the origin of the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog &lt;/span&gt;is from a combo of the words Web Log. interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much going on right now. Playing guitar, and trying to find the distance from Ruggles Station to the &lt;a href="http://www.mfa.org"&gt;Museum of Fine Arts&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's a little less than a mile. Eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my friends and I are going there this week coz we are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Nerds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Art Nerds, here is a photo I took and kinda like. I stuck a flower in the snow at various places in my yard and took pictures till my nose went numb with chilliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HARDCORE PHOTOGRAPHERS UNITE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also reading 13 Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson for the Nerdfighter's Blurbing Bookclub. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/vlogbrothers"&gt;(VlogBrothers on Youtube...Hank and John are fantastic) &lt;/a&gt;It's good so far....but it makes me sad coz I'm so jealous of the girl. She is shy and didn't even want to be in London in the first place, and already she is just THERE FOR 2 DAYS and met a wonderful boy (ex-convict/thief/drunken hooligan, but wonderful now) and they travel around together... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrr.....but then she made him mad and he went away...so HA. I wouldn't have done that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I read my London Travel guide and feel slightly better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mik's Quote of the Day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Queen talked to me like she was in a pub with the lads. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1562494287722623174-8910636274489647979?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8910636274489647979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=8910636274489647979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8910636274489647979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/8910636274489647979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/02/vacation-is-word-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/R7i9KpxjqxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o8NojQ9FCg0/s72-c/102_2241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562494287722623174.post-2917830650921817030</id><published>2008-01-30T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:38:39.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the Legacy begins...</title><content type='html'>...or at least I hope a Legacy will ensue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. BLOGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the cool kids have 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my ongoing struggle to be just like everyone else, I felt it was necessary to begin one myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I like reading other people's blogs. They offer a secret little window into worlds I would otherwise have no access to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in other words I mainly read the blogs of people I wish I was friends with, but sadly don't know that well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to post the links blogs I read sometime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;So here are some things about me:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am a girl, but defy cliches and rather dislike the color pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a mom, dad, little sister and two cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I go to a high school on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I currently take 2 AP classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am obsessed with all things British. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Some bands I like are Mcfly, Relient K, The Academy Is..., Hellogoodbye, The Click Five, and Sherwood. But I like tons of music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want to be a photographer, or a music video producer. Or something else. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My current ambition is to become a YouTube celebrity and be invited to make collaboration videos with the other youtubers I admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite show is BBC's Robin Hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite actor is Harry Lloyd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am terrified of anything with more than 4 legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If you are nice to me, I will be nice back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I melt for a British accent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehhh.....the above can serve as a basic tool you can use to strike up a conversation with me, should you ever meet me randomly on the street and wish to speak. I will be instantly enthralled should you mention any of the above. (minus the high school bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make another list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;What I plan to Get Out of This Blog:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A place to write my thoughts to strangers. (do you ever find it's so much easier to write to people you don't know than people you do?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A place to use proper grammar if I want to, or wrong grammar if i dont wanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A place to post random things I've written, or pictures I've taken, or drawings I've, er, drawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hopefully a place to make a friend or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to comment if you think you have something to say. And even if you don't. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace and Cheers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mik&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/1562494287722623174-2917830650921817030?l=mikisthatchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2917830650921817030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1562494287722623174&amp;postID=2917830650921817030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2917830650921817030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1562494287722623174/posts/default/2917830650921817030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikisthatchick.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-so-legacy-begins.html' title='And so the Legacy begins...'/><author><name>Michela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700496619776046277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdQiQJ6dmr0/S0Ahfjgm2AI/AAAAAAAAAMI/B990kYpeUtQ/S220/DSC_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
