<?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-11959227</id><updated>2011-07-28T03:50:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heard angels late last night...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-114697137972078671</id><published>2006-05-06T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:25:49.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/4976/640/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/4976/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;is that a seal or a piece of wood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so does that look like a dead seal to you? Because it does to me. I got as close as I could to it and I still could not tell. It was kind of funny to see all these people walk on the beach and just stare at it. I wanted to touch it with a pole or something, but my sister wouldn't let me and I did not know why she wouldn't let me. Then she told me yesterday that it was because if it was a dead seal and it had been there for a while the pressure could have made it explode. Needless to say I was happy she didn't let me touch the seal (or wood- still not sure) because that would have been disgusting. Ewww... I don't even want to talk about it anymore. Jaclyn and I really thought that it was a seal, but no one would believe us... so now we will never know. It so looks like a seal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note the Lakers lost by thirty-one points tonight. Now I am a huge Lakers fan, but I am also realistic. I didn't really think that they would win, but to lose by thirty-one points is just ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-114697137972078671?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114697137972078671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=114697137972078671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/114697137972078671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/114697137972078671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-come-from-land-of-ice-and-snow-from.html' title='we come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-114688749042203950</id><published>2006-05-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:53:08.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear sir can you remember me?  i'm the one that picked the apple tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/4976/640/Picture%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/4976/320/Picture%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a mom and her daughter playing on the beach on Easter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So I am finally back. Nothing gets me back from procrastinating on my blog like procrastinating from studying for finals and packing for summer. I promise to blog more this summer. So here are some things that I have been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Led Zeppelin- Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You- has an eerie feel to it that makes you think about things. I'm pretty sure I could listen to this song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am reading:&lt;/strong&gt; Articles about Islam and nonviolence for a paper I have to write. The articles are really interesting. Its a shame that people don't understand the nonviolent aspect of the religion and only focus on it's extremists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; I am thinking that I cannot wait for summer so my sister and I can throw a "ring of fire" party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am doing:&lt;/strong&gt; Trying to pack and study which is easier said than done because I don't want to do either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-114688749042203950?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114688749042203950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=114688749042203950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/114688749042203950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/114688749042203950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-sir-can-you-remember-me-im-one_05.html' title='dear sir can you remember me?  i&apos;m the one that picked the apple tree'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-112710804466493408</id><published>2005-09-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:01:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a wise man once told me don't argue with a fool, cause people from a distance can't tell who is who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/Lo%20&amp;%20Kira%20and%20Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/Lo%20%26%20Kira%20and%20Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me and kira with flagstaff behind us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-Jimi Hendrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-112710804466493408?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112710804466493408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=112710804466493408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/112710804466493408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/112710804466493408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/wise-man-once-told-me-dont-argue-with.html' title='a wise man once told me don&apos;t argue with a fool, cause people from a distance can&apos;t tell who is who'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-112691266834064989</id><published>2005-09-16T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:36:50.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>since then it's been a book in reverse, so you understand less as the pages turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/this%20is%20when%20anthony-ray%20yelled%20at%20me%20to%20hurry%20up%20and%20i%20got%20scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/this%20is%20when%20anthony-ray%20yelled%20at%20me%20to%20hurry%20up%20and%20i%20got%20scared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i was trying to take a picture of buildings in chicago and anthony-ray yelled at me to hurry up and i got scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So I love that this semester I have classes that I love to go to. It's about time, that's all I have to say. It's so funny to think that I am actually excited to write a ten page paper for my race and ethnic relations class. I am going to write about how images of African American hip-hop artists changed as they struggled to become a part of mainstream music. And then the other day I found myself excited to take my contemporary arts and culture quiz. I was like I know this stuff and I love it. I love looking at slides of arts that pushed the envelope and helped to change the world to how we know it today. I am just extremely happy that I love my classes this semester even though i have a lot of them. Well to end the week, I will leave you with a list of songs that I love at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1.) Dare- The Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.) What Are You Afraid Of- West Indian Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.) We Used to Be Friends- The Dandy Warhols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.) Trees- Marty Casey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5.) Pink Bullets- The Shins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-112691266834064989?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112691266834064989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=112691266834064989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/112691266834064989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/112691266834064989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/since-then-its-been-book-in-reverse-so.html' title='since then it&apos;s been a book in reverse, so you understand less as the pages turn'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-112657394306469514</id><published>2005-09-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:30:51.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't hurt yourself, take it easy, there's no better time than right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/all%20of%20us%20outside%20of%20the%20aquarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/all%20of%20us%20outside%20of%20the%20aquarium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;emilie, me, april, and anthony-ray outside the aquarium in chicago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally back people. I know its been a long time since I updated, but I went home for the summer and my computer was messed up for most of it. Summer was good too, I went to Chicago to visit my cousin who goes to school there. I had never been before so it was really cool to see the city. Chicago is a great city, I was amazed with the architecture and the things to see there. I can't wait to go back again. So now I'm back at school in Flagstaff, Arizona. I live in an apartment now and I have my own room which is nice. School is going well, I have been busy with reading though because I am taking 19 units, but I should be alright. So in between all the reading I will be updating way more, I promise and I'll post even more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really like to watch the show RockStar:INXS, and this one guy Marty Casey has an amazing song out called Trees, check out some of the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go through this life&lt;br /&gt;without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;and i've got it all worked out in my head&lt;br /&gt;this is how its got to be&lt;br /&gt;it'll be you and me up in the trees&lt;br /&gt;and the forest will give us the answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-112657394306469514?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112657394306469514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=112657394306469514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/112657394306469514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/112657394306469514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-hurt-yourself-take-it-easy-theres.html' title='don&apos;t hurt yourself, take it easy, there&apos;s no better time than right now'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111525496880442182</id><published>2005-05-04T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:18:23.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well the sun's gonna rise in a mile, you'll be feeling fine, in a mile you will see, you'll be out of the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/me%20at%20the%20grand%20canyon...%20sooo%20cold1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/me%20at%20the%20grand%20canyon...%20sooo%20cold1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me at the grand canyon in february... sooo cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So it is reading week. And I only have two more classes tomorrow and then finals starting on Tuesday. So this week has been full of reviewing, cleaning my room, and preparing for finals. And yes that is as much fun as it sounds, yeah not really. I'm so mad at one of my professors at the moment. I dragged myself to his class, only for him to be ten minutes late and then not review because he felt that not enough people particiapted in last week's class. Yeah, what a waste of time. Like I don't have anything else to do, but go to his class only to leave after fifteen minutes having not learned anything. Goodtimes. But on a better note I think that I am in good shape for my finals, the only downer is the fact that I have three finals on Wednesday. That should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111525496880442182?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111525496880442182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111525496880442182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111525496880442182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111525496880442182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-suns-gonna-rise-in-mile-youll-be.html' title='well the sun&apos;s gonna rise in a mile, you&apos;ll be feeling fine, in a mile you will see, you&apos;ll be out of the dark'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111482507214405082</id><published>2005-04-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:04:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't come down, things will always work out, so when you find yourself in tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/Jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/Jazz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i had a picture of bella and besos, so here is little jazzykins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week is reading week. Which really means nothing. I think it is supposed to be a week were you have no class and get to study, but at my school you still do have class and can still learn new material and have tests. So it is just like any other week, except for the fact that it is the week before finals. Finals... ah finals. Something that you know is coming, but never expect it to come so soon. I was watching an old tv show about kids in college and it, of course, was about finals week. The characters were complaining about how much work they had to do. And then I got to thinking about how much work I still have left to do. I felt very overwhelmed. Then something weird happened... I just started laughing. Like hard core laughing, like my sides hurt and I can't breathe laughing. This would not have been so weird if it was not 2 in the morning. My roommate was up studying and she was just looking at me like I was crazy. But I could not stop laughing. Once I did though, all I really wanted to do was cry. I didn't because I didn't want my roommate to think that I was weirder than I am. But that was the craziest feeling ever. I just felt helpless, like there was nothing I could do. So woohoo finals are around the corner... luckily I have something to get me through them. I get to come home and see my family soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111482507214405082?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111482507214405082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111482507214405082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111482507214405082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111482507214405082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-come-down-things-will-always-work.html' title='don&apos;t come down, things will always work out, so when you find yourself in tears'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111449716800023534</id><published>2005-04-25T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:48:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/besos%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/besos%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;baby besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OK, here is my real list of what I miss when I am away at school. It's short and simple: Besos and my Uncle Ron. Here are a few fun facts about them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1.) Besos' eyebrows (she is very serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.) Uncle Ron's "What's going on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.) Uncle Ron's liking "good tunes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.) Uncle Ron's "good flicks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5.) Uncle Ron's sleeping during the "good flicks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6.) and my favorite saying: shank you for the besos, Besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So there it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111449716800023534?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111449716800023534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111449716800023534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111449716800023534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111449716800023534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-ive-been-happy-lately-thinking.html' title='now i&apos;ve been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111413379953250342</id><published>2005-04-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:16:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paper pen and a piece of your heart, i can read it but where do i start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/The%20cute%20little%20Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/The%20cute%20little%20Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;baby bella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its almost Friday... woohoo. That makes me happy. I cannot believe that the semester is almost over. It went by really, really fast. So I have two weeks of class left, and then a couple days of finals and packing to come home. I cannot wait to come home, there are so many things that I miss. My family and friends (of course), Los Primos, Rockin' Baja, my room, Bella and Jazz, good radio stations, good sleep... this list could go on forever. So hopefully I get by the rest of the semester with little trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song that I really like right now. This is an artist that I do not normally listen to, but I really liked the lyrics and could relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsewhere- Sarah Mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the time and in between&lt;br /&gt;the calm inside me&lt;br /&gt;in the space where i can breathe&lt;br /&gt;i believe i have wandered&lt;br /&gt;to touch upon the years of&lt;br /&gt;reaching out and reaching in&lt;br /&gt;holding out holding in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven to no one else but me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll defend it as long as i can be&lt;br /&gt;left here to linger in silence&lt;br /&gt;if i choose to&lt;br /&gt;would you try to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this love is passing time&lt;br /&gt;passing through like liquid&lt;br /&gt;i am drunk in my desire...&lt;br /&gt;but i love the way you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;i love the way your hands reach out and hold me hear...&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven to no one else but me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll defend it as long as&lt;br /&gt;i can be left here to linger in silence&lt;br /&gt;if i choose&lt;br /&gt;would you try to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free&lt;br /&gt;the mold that clings like desperation&lt;br /&gt;can't you see i've got&lt;br /&gt;to live my life the way i feel is right for me&lt;br /&gt;might not be right for you but it's right for me...&lt;br /&gt;i believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111413379953250342?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111413379953250342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111413379953250342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111413379953250342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111413379953250342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/paper-pen-and-piece-of-your-heart-i.html' title='paper pen and a piece of your heart, i can read it but where do i start?'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111387866796580957</id><published>2005-04-18T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:12:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what an amazing time, what a family, how did the years go by?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/me%20and%20kira%20and%20laguna%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/me%20and%20kira%20and%20laguna%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me and kira over spring break in laguna beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So there is less than a month left in the semester and I was thinking about the summer. Here is a list of things that I want to do this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1.) decorate my balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.) buy an easel and paint more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.) read more classic novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.) hang out with my friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5.) learn more about producing music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6.) take more pictures and try out new photo techniques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7.) finally get rid of clothes that I know I will never wear anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8.) learn how to make tortillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9.) try to wake up early and run almost every morning (I hate to do it, but I always love how I feel and how my day goes when I do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10.) write more (short stories, poems, thoughts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I will keep you posted on whether or not I accomplish these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111387866796580957?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111387866796580957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111387866796580957' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111387866796580957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111387866796580957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-amazing-time-what-family-how-did.html' title='what an amazing time, what a family, how did the years go by?'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111351732766692192</id><published>2005-04-14T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T16:04:57.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to me, dance with me, here in the spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/beautiful%20laguna%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/beautiful%20laguna%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sunset in beautiful laguna beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I come home for the summer to Southern California, I am gonna die from the heat. I just know it. Today it is a lovely 65 degrees in beautiful Flagstaff. Yeah 65 degrees sounds perfect, I know, it used to sound perfect to me too. That was until I came to a place like Flagstaff, where it snows. Now the perfect temperature for me is like between 30 and 40 degrees. It's crazy, I know, but I am used to the cold now. It is 65 today and I was sweating, so weird. So when I talk to my family at home and they say it has been in the 80s and 90s, I just do not even know what to think.  My mom came to the conclusion that I need to wear heavy jackets out here so that I will be used to the weather when I get home.  Yeah I will probably get some weird looks for that, but hey, whatever you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that random rant, I thought I would share the song lyrics to a song that I am really liking at the moment, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to Find- American Analog Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stay hard to find&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's too hard to take it&lt;br /&gt;and we keep that in mind&lt;br /&gt;that we're older and jaded&lt;br /&gt;we can't shake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacific and eastern we're bordered and hated&lt;br /&gt;so we stay hard to find&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's too hard to take it&lt;br /&gt;no, we can't fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111351732766692192?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111351732766692192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111351732766692192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111351732766692192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111351732766692192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/talk-to-me-dance-with-me-here-in.html' title='talk to me, dance with me, here in the spotlight'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111332444292164348</id><published>2005-04-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:24:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could go back in time, i would give the wide world just to change your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/DSCN0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/DSCN0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the beautiful staples center at the nba all-star game last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago if someone were to ask me what my dream in life was I would say that I wanted to play basketball more than anything in the world. That was my dream, I loved the game, it was as plain and simple as that. It's a weird feeling when you realize that your dream will never happen. I would say that I realized that I would never accomplish my dreams in basketball by the end of my sophomore in high school. Although, I realized this I did not allow myself to let it completely go until my senior year. I used to have dreams all the time where I would be doing the simplest basketball drill, were I would execute everything perfectly. But then it would come time for me to shoot, and the ball would be so heavy that it would always fall short. Looking back now, I think that the dream was telling me that it would all be over soon. The game that I love so much would not be a part of my life anymore. I would have to move on. I have spent countless hours thinking that if I was a couple inches taller, a few steps faster, or if I was given more chances to prove myself that I would still be playing today. But there is nothing that I can do about that now. I think that writing about it allows me to put the past behind me. I have always been a dreamer and the thing that scares me now is the fact that I lost that. I try to pretend that I still have it, but I know deep down that I don't. I lost my dreams on that dreaded day in October 2003. For the first time in my life I am truly lost and do not know what I want to do. Hopefully, the fact that I have finally allowed myself to say this out loud will give me the push to discover what I was destined to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111332444292164348?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111332444292164348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111332444292164348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111332444292164348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111332444292164348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-could-go-back-in-time-i-would.html' title='if i could go back in time, i would give the wide world just to change your mind'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111317117512994512</id><published>2005-04-10T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:14:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but what you've done is put yourself between a bullet and a target</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/pretty%20clouds%20and%20buildings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/pretty%20clouds%20and%20buildings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pretty clouds and buildings in new york. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah so this week I have four tests.  Two tests on Tuesday and two more tests on Wednesday, oh and I need to register for classes.  So this week should be fun.  I don't know why this always happens... I always have like a couple of weeks of nothing then, boom, I have four tests in one week.  I think that having four tests in one week is really messed up, but ehh, what can you do?  I guess study, so that is what i have been doing, studying.  But there are only four more weeks of classes and then a couple days of finals til summer... so if I remember that it is almost over then I think I will get by.  So happy week everyone, and hopefully I will talk to you once this crazy week is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111317117512994512?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111317117512994512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111317117512994512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111317117512994512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111317117512994512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/but-what-youve-done-is-put-yourself.html' title='but what you&apos;ve done is put yourself between a bullet and a target'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111291860276833390</id><published>2005-04-07T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:13:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me and my sister, jaclyn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I couldn't think of anything to write about, so here are a few songs that I am quite enjoying at the moment and the lyrics in them that mean something to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1.) Holdin' On- Bullets and Octane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"i heard angels late last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;right before the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;whispering they talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;what i can't hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;they show me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.) Powerless- Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"paint my face in your magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;make it look whiter than it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;paint me over with your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;shove away my ethnicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;burn every notion that i may have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a flame inside to fight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.) The Blower's Daughter- Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"and so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;just like you said it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;life goes easy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the shorter story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;no love, no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;no hero in her sky"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.) Silence is Easy- Starsailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"silence is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;it just becomes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you don't even know me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5.) Goodnight, Goodnight- Hot Hot Heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"so goodnight, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you're embarassing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you're embarassing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so goodnight, goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;walk away from the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;walk away from my life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6.) Re-offender- Travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"going through the motions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;but i'm fooling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm fooling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you say your sorry's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and then you do it again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7.) Waterfall- I-94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"if i walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;would it be the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if i was afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;would i find a way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if you fall through my hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;like a beach full of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;would you still understand what i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;you shower me with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and i wonder why"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8.) Muzik- Knoc-turnal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"my music, my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my heart, my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my music, my everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i gave my all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9.) Don't Come Down- Obie Trice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"let's get closer, so regrets never approach us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;don't come down, things will work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so when ou find yourself in tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;don't come down, things will work out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10.) Bottom of the Bottle- Smile Empty Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"you always call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and ask me how i make it through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm always fallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i guess it's just God's way of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;making me big"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;... some good songs, check 'em out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111291860276833390?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111291860276833390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111291860276833390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111291860276833390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111291860276833390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-let-me-hear-you-say-lifes-taking.html' title='don&apos;t let me hear you say life&apos;s taking you nowhere'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11959227.post-111276759133818948</id><published>2005-04-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:25:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes our only way is jumping, i hope you're not afraid of heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/640/DSCN0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/4976/320/DSCN0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The sun setting over down town L.A.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ffff;"&gt;So this whole blog thing is new to me, but my sister is always telling me that I should start one, so here I am. I am currently a sophomore at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, Arizona. I love it up here, it's so beautiful with the mountains and everything. Being away from home has been a lot harder on me than I thought that it would be. It has been challenging at times, but I think that I am doing well under certain unseen circumstances. I am majoring in criminal justice and have a double minor in sociology and ethnic studies. At times I feel as if life is moving by so fast and I am just standing there in the shadows waiting for something to come along. I don't know exactly what I am looking for, but I am determined to find my own way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11959227-111276759133818948?l=thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111276759133818948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11959227&amp;postID=111276759133818948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111276759133818948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11959227/posts/default/111276759133818948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismymessagetotheworld.blogspot.com/2005/04/sometimes-our-only-way-is-jumping-i_05.html' title='sometimes our only way is jumping, i hope you&apos;re not afraid of heights'/><author><name>**LAUREN**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15101998331753542635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4356/991/1600/me%20and%20my%20sister.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
