<?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-681892729339360472</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:39:07.240-08:00</updated><category term='Pants on fire.'/><category term='John Mayer.'/><category term='shows'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='making friends'/><category term='Arrogance'/><category term='Typewriter.'/><category term='Nature.'/><category term='movies'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Travelling.'/><category term='Music Mondays'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Changing'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='even though it&apos;s not monday'/><category term='California.'/><category term='5 Years Ago.'/><category term='light drawing'/><category term='conference'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Songs I&apos;m currently obsessed with.'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Scriptures'/><category term='spring'/><category term='carey mulligan'/><category term='Summer.'/><category term='Chick Fil A'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Good food.'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='life changing'/><category term='southern california'/><category term='Make Trade Fair'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Dr. Pepper'/><category term='Painting'/><category term='friends'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='Possibilites'/><category term='EFY'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Books.'/><category term='Conciet'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='freaking out'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Dress'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='spending time with family'/><category term='brooke white'/><category term='Music'/><category term='andrew garfield'/><category term='Senior'/><category term='Wahhhle'/><category term='college'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Audrey Hepburn.'/><category term='goals'/><category term='Letters.'/><category term='really hard'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Art'/><category term='school'/><category term='Closet Nerd.'/><category term='trying to be better'/><category term='USB'/><category term='dirty gold'/><category term='fourth estate'/><category term='Church activities'/><category term='Tangled'/><category term='creative'/><category term='A Memory.'/><category term='cool'/><category term='rapunzel'/><category term='Scary'/><category term='Invisible children'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='pinterest'/><category term='Weirdo'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='food'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='somewhat crippling fear of social encounters'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='fun'/><category term='bummer school'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='writing'/><category term='this cd is fantastic and fleet foxes are brilliant'/><category term='Growing Up.'/><title type='text'>A Fuschia Elephant.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3811152923949326049</id><published>2012-01-24T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:52:45.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photodump 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmTDDGaoIpw/Tx8vL-qcujI/AAAAAAAAB-g/KanVQfrbDkg/s1600/casc" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmTDDGaoIpw/Tx8vL-qcujI/AAAAAAAAB-g/KanVQfrbDkg/s320/casc" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmTDDGaoIpw/Tx8vL-qcujI/AAAAAAAAB-g/KanVQfrbDkg/s1600/casc" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htCxXEkwOuo/Tx8vK2wMWcI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BUaKpA5eF7Y/s1600/bdf" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htCxXEkwOuo/Tx8vK2wMWcI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BUaKpA5eF7Y/s320/bdf" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmbSeKrwR0E/Tx8vMo_9eHI/AAAAAAAAB-o/pnX1LoAY-bw/s1600/gdsf" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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Trying out tilt-shift at our library, overlooking the sports park.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to work with my dad a few times last week.&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad has some golfstuffs in his office and I would hit them around sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading: &lt;i&gt;The Pixar Touch, &lt;/i&gt;by David Price. Watch The Pixar Story on Netflix for a readers digest version of book - it's really good.&lt;br /&gt;5. Trying out some healthier eating with sprouts. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Oliver looking pretty nappy before his haircut. Us lazies gotta stick together.&lt;br /&gt;7. Somehow I found out about &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/temple-run/id420009108?mt=8"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt; and now I've got my brothers hooked. I don't even know if that's a good high score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe don't expect some posts from me for a while. I'm not feeling good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-3811152923949326049?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3811152923949326049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=3811152923949326049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3811152923949326049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3811152923949326049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/photodump-2.html' title='Photodump 2.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NmTDDGaoIpw/Tx8vL-qcujI/AAAAAAAAB-g/KanVQfrbDkg/s72-c/casc' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2539443957357486583</id><published>2012-01-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:06:53.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Have a Boyfriend Finn."</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35078187?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="467"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;And we love&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1305826/"&gt;Adventure Time&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I think it's hilarious. So what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-2539443957357486583?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2539443957357486583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2539443957357486583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2539443957357486583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2539443957357486583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-boyfriend-finn.html' title='&quot;I Have a Boyfriend Finn.&quot;'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2912024366618296475</id><published>2012-01-16T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:38:07.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxb1svpqtw1qzkdpho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxb1svpqtw1qzkdpho1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;King said in an interview that this photograph was taken as he tried to explain to his daughter Yolanda why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park in Atlanta. King claims to have been tongue-tied when speaking to her. “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Let’s not sanitize, sterilize and deordorize the legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He was at one point considered the most dangerous man in America. But in spite of the wounds and scars he endured, he still kept loving. He was a prophet and preacher of love, and justice is what love looks like in public.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dr. Cornel West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Thank you for your wisdom, Dr. King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-2912024366618296475?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2912024366618296475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2912024366618296475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2912024366618296475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2912024366618296475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/king.html' title='King.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-9069059443979768223</id><published>2012-01-14T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:46:30.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photodump 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;End of the week photodump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsFfe93ApE/TxIquCNXJAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GK1Z8n2CfvU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsFfe93ApE/TxIquCNXJAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GK1Z8n2CfvU/s320/photo.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HC_tZMMYCg/TxIqtkdPLmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/I2AHbeI3n7c/s1600/ph32rwoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HC_tZMMYCg/TxIqtkdPLmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/I2AHbeI3n7c/s320/ph32rwoto.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--I4z-INx_Lo/TxJNpG5K5NI/AAAAAAAAB-A/Os6sJ2CJVao/s1600/phoascasto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. I'm a part of a dog gang with Oliver now. We go to the park every day and meet some people that I've become friends with, and we're regulars now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. A Tangled concept art painting that I started on our garage wall last summer. I hope to finish it up within the next few days. And yeah, that's a really annoying electrical outlet in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Mom tells us a story from work as we eat out at The Lazy Dog cafe. I would recommend it but I had an overcooked burger and it's my fault so my arguments are invalid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Pizza night tonight. Used a pretty good dough recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/"&gt;Our Best Bites&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Coop made the 5th grade honor roll so I went to go see his "ceremony" at his school. Ooh- ooh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-9069059443979768223?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9069059443979768223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=9069059443979768223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9069059443979768223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9069059443979768223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/photodump-1.html' title='Photodump 1.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPsFfe93ApE/TxIquCNXJAI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GK1Z8n2CfvU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-9217590646964365874</id><published>2012-01-10T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:30:39.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Tried To (Adventure Time.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP2Gh-kpW0I/TwzyGYZuRCI/AAAAAAAAB9I/jG1R7fKnmQ4/s1600/IMG_0064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP2Gh-kpW0I/TwzyGYZuRCI/AAAAAAAAB9I/jG1R7fKnmQ4/s640/IMG_0064.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeQSy52-wAo/TwzyJClUkpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Kex6pz_A1PI/s1600/IMG_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeQSy52-wAo/TwzyJClUkpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Kex6pz_A1PI/s640/IMG_0065.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZwppnJtn3U/TwzyNLAsXhI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/e50EhIiVk2M/s1600/IMG_0067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZwppnJtn3U/TwzyNLAsXhI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/e50EhIiVk2M/s640/IMG_0067.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7j9UFmojp0/TwzyTbeBcSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/N-YFv1ocB6A/s1600/IMG_0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7j9UFmojp0/TwzyTbeBcSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/N-YFv1ocB6A/s640/IMG_0083.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the boys the other day, looking for a little adventure.&lt;br /&gt;We were out climbing on rocks and having a good ole time,&lt;br /&gt;and about 10 minutes in, we were promptly kicked out, because "the land was not open to the public."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to go other places,&lt;br /&gt;but were repeatedly shut down by "No Tresspassing" signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can some kids go out to play around in nature these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Or do we just decide to ignore the signs altogether and climb the rocks anyways?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that sky though. Flawless.&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/681892729339360472-9217590646964365874?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9217590646964365874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=9217590646964365874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9217590646964365874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9217590646964365874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-tried-to-adventure-time.html' title='We Tried To (Adventure Time.)'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HP2Gh-kpW0I/TwzyGYZuRCI/AAAAAAAAB9I/jG1R7fKnmQ4/s72-c/IMG_0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4669746203717152752</id><published>2012-01-09T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:26:41.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablerock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Juum91-jMgA/TwtxIm7IiUI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2S533P6LN3U/s1600/IMG_1051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Juum91-jMgA/TwtxIm7IiUI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2S533P6LN3U/s640/IMG_1051.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjhZpBhGA1M/TwtxL1RjK7I/AAAAAAAAB7o/KiNDfPymXoA/s1600/IMG_1054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jjhZpBhGA1M/TwtxL1RjK7I/AAAAAAAAB7o/KiNDfPymXoA/s640/IMG_1054.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osvkFAyO-tw/TwtxSWNhIYI/AAAAAAAAB8A/pA-6u6h1ZYE/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-08+at+11.18.33+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osvkFAyO-tw/TwtxSWNhIYI/AAAAAAAAB8A/pA-6u6h1ZYE/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-08+at+11.18.33+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYpGcLj1URQ/TwtxNxtVIMI/AAAAAAAAB7w/v3OVlSqzCfg/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-08+at+10.47.28+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYpGcLj1URQ/TwtxNxtVIMI/AAAAAAAAB7w/v3OVlSqzCfg/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-08+at+10.47.28+PM.png" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib6pKRz0ai8/TwtxTPI7S9I/AAAAAAAAB8I/CxRL65IM3AU/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-08+at+11.24.35+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib6pKRz0ai8/TwtxTPI7S9I/AAAAAAAAB8I/CxRL65IM3AU/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-08+at+11.24.35+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYk6eHXn_gU/TwtxF3WcmmI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/EDxfWwIQW1c/s1600/IMG_0380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYk6eHXn_gU/TwtxF3WcmmI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/EDxfWwIQW1c/s640/IMG_0380.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60IA5tvexgI/TwtxW84APOI/AAAAAAAAB8o/e8GywL_Pzh4/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-09+at+2.50.45+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60IA5tvexgI/TwtxW84APOI/AAAAAAAAB8o/e8GywL_Pzh4/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-09+at+2.50.45+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnxgJmvJwqM/TwtxWCpdsaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/yi1CGFkh0RY/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-01-09+at+2.50.07+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnxgJmvJwqM/TwtxWCpdsaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/yi1CGFkh0RY/s640/Screen+shot+2012-01-09+at+2.50.07+PM.png" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tablerock. Laguna, Ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely time in Orange County with Brianne, Tim, and Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Brianne before her internship with Invisible Children,&lt;br /&gt;and Tim, before he leaves on his mission in late February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was flawless and laughing is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by Brianne and Lee&lt;br /&gt;\\ edited by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-4669746203717152752?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4669746203717152752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4669746203717152752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4669746203717152752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4669746203717152752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/tablerock.html' title='Tablerock.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Juum91-jMgA/TwtxIm7IiUI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2S533P6LN3U/s72-c/IMG_1051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1010951901297718265</id><published>2012-01-08T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:17:54.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie Andrews?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_cEhIChCrM/Twt0q9Sac4I/AAAAAAAAB8w/0obthitJaBs/s1600/5IMG_1018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_cEhIChCrM/Twt0q9Sac4I/AAAAAAAAB8w/0obthitJaBs/s400/5IMG_1018.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/284852745150785441_5vla4qo7_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/284852745150785441_5vla4qo7_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut all my hair off last week. I feel like her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-1010951901297718265?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1010951901297718265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1010951901297718265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1010951901297718265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1010951901297718265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/julie-andrews.html' title='Julie Andrews?'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_cEhIChCrM/Twt0q9Sac4I/AAAAAAAAB8w/0obthitJaBs/s72-c/5IMG_1018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2541509536863705586</id><published>2012-01-04T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:45:18.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjR0SkPd2PM/TwVDFmua1YI/AAAAAAAAB64/CPbWGliEWpQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-30+at+12.03.08+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjR0SkPd2PM/TwVDFmua1YI/AAAAAAAAB64/CPbWGliEWpQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-11-30+at+12.03.08+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Copying shero, &lt;a href="http://youmeandcharlie.com/daily-inspiration/in-the-new-year-i-will/"&gt;Lovlely Dianna&lt;/a&gt;, and trying to make a Lucky 7 list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And don't you want to make a non-treehouse treehouse like she has? Coolest idea ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make time for my skills/hobbies but also learn to balance school&lt;br /&gt;2. Go outside/do some sort of fun activity every day&lt;br /&gt;3. Be more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;understanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slow to anger/get annoyed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friendly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;4. Start taking better care of myself - do my hair more often, floss more...all that dumb stuff&lt;br /&gt;5. Never lose sight of what is beautiful, or forget to show gratitude&lt;br /&gt;6. Challenge myself in and out of school&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop saying, "When I grow up I want to be like..." or "In the future I want to be more..." - Start making it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to 2012 and hoping that we all don't fail these within the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have a big surprise and I am dying to tell people, but I'm waiting till after sunday!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. No I'm not engaged. Even though 3 of my friends got engaged this week.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-2541509536863705586?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2541509536863705586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2541509536863705586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2541509536863705586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2541509536863705586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjR0SkPd2PM/TwVDFmua1YI/AAAAAAAAB64/CPbWGliEWpQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-30+at+12.03.08+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3521444808806185489</id><published>2011-12-16T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:45:50.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling In the Deep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Packing up all my stuff to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You bet your bottom dollar that some sort of reflection post will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for now, here's a video that Kelsi and I did at Sammy's open mic night on tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some nerves at the beginning, but a&lt;b&gt; lot&lt;/b&gt; of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nt2StIEtOo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-3521444808806185489?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3521444808806185489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=3521444808806185489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3521444808806185489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3521444808806185489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/12/rolling-in-deep.html' title='Rolling In the Deep.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8nt2StIEtOo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6554217016785563129</id><published>2011-11-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:44:09.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comm Ad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Comm Department Ad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a few impatient weeks, we finally we got the green light from our PR guy to start shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Working for the Communications Department so they can have a crazy fresh video on the new school website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzMLmG4xMEc/TscEJz_MxCI/AAAAAAAAB5s/XPPsfEkNWsM/s1600/383089_2362592258390_1057830070_32585102_1617778590_n.jpg_effected.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzMLmG4xMEc/TscEJz_MxCI/AAAAAAAAB5s/XPPsfEkNWsM/s640/383089_2362592258390_1057830070_32585102_1617778590_n.jpg_effected.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;And this gorgeous t3i? I think it's the one I'm saving up for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-6554217016785563129?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6554217016785563129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6554217016785563129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6554217016785563129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6554217016785563129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/11/comm-ad.html' title='Comm Ad.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IzMLmG4xMEc/TscEJz_MxCI/AAAAAAAAB5s/XPPsfEkNWsM/s72-c/383089_2362592258390_1057830070_32585102_1617778590_n.jpg_effected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-9138002046901665333</id><published>2011-11-18T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T16:40:55.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One time on November 7th I was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty years later, my best friends came and took me to Panda Express in Idaho Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, I had a great day and I love my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgYDstcsWFo/Tsb6hEvfbEI/AAAAAAAAB5M/NwDkvrRoMXE/s1600/IMG_3020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgYDstcsWFo/Tsb6hEvfbEI/AAAAAAAAB5M/NwDkvrRoMXE/s640/IMG_3020.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being 20 is a trippy thing man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost two weeks later and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-9138002046901665333?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9138002046901665333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=9138002046901665333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9138002046901665333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9138002046901665333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/11/twenty.html' title='Twenty.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgYDstcsWFo/Tsb6hEvfbEI/AAAAAAAAB5M/NwDkvrRoMXE/s72-c/IMG_3020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6477599690015727468</id><published>2011-11-12T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:13:17.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All year I've had this plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to dress up as the house from Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw it somewhere on the internet and I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;had to&lt;/b&gt; do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to our ward party and it was pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was a costume contest, and my friends told me to enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And everyone was so nice and cheered for me, and I won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was pretty dang great and I was really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0FlGD5nato/Tr8PqcXjCbI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-luXUQXm0u4/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0FlGD5nato/Tr8PqcXjCbI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-luXUQXm0u4/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CubpUOlsrQw/Tr8PxNqEk9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/_mNdrzfURUE/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CubpUOlsrQw/Tr8PxNqEk9I/AAAAAAAAB4o/_mNdrzfURUE/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0vkq53V9HQ/Tr8P5s7gQTI/AAAAAAAAB4w/a4JUFxXwlhg/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0vkq53V9HQ/Tr8P5s7gQTI/AAAAAAAAB4w/a4JUFxXwlhg/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQRrjL-ovKs/Tr8QHKYT58I/AAAAAAAAB44/bx4zDr2azDE/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQRrjL-ovKs/Tr8QHKYT58I/AAAAAAAAB44/bx4zDr2azDE/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0TPpoABHio/Tr8PXHXMV1I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/VEXKyrd8uSY/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0TPpoABHio/Tr8PXHXMV1I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/VEXKyrd8uSY/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&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;Towards the end of the night, I was dancing with my friends, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find these two girls - who I didn't even know, didn't plan this, wasn't in my ward, all of that. They were dressed as Russell and Carl, and it was the coolest thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-6477599690015727468?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6477599690015727468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6477599690015727468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6477599690015727468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6477599690015727468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0FlGD5nato/Tr8PqcXjCbI/AAAAAAAAB4g/-luXUQXm0u4/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8829028703269192547</id><published>2011-11-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:36:16.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues and Greys and Greens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/126473024_oLfvpAXs_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/126473024_oLfvpAXs_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been longing for a walk,&lt;br /&gt;for something different than old cracked concrete and warehouse discount carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Something like Mountains. And blues and greys and greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been about To-Do Lists.&lt;br /&gt;To-Do Lists that have been harder and harder to accomplish because&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is I still care.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Something is different about this time,&amp;nbsp;realizing that I wish I would have cared earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my money was invested&lt;/div&gt;in stocks and philosophy and Higher things, things I didn't even know I didn't know;&lt;br /&gt;But something's different about this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing all the things that now sit dusty in the corner of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;They start getting bigger,&lt;br /&gt;start taking up more and more space, with colors and sounds so appealing.&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head, cover my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I say, "No, wait a few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to you then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that means living a half life, or something else I can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell me what to cut and what to love,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it all, and lose my mind,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it, run my body dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are processing,&lt;br /&gt;2 gig, 1067 MHz processing,&lt;br /&gt;always wondering how I can be wholly myself during all the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-8829028703269192547?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8829028703269192547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8829028703269192547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8829028703269192547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8829028703269192547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/11/blues-and-greys-and-greens.html' title='Blues and Greys and Greens.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6550267556889895740</id><published>2011-11-02T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:05:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Love Situation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to take a minute and fangirl some more about Deep Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y'all know how I get when I'm obsessed with things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ChFp-402rg/TrAkclv4AxI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/l-sENiryW0c/s1600/327984_786043422454_193310031_36901751_301077065_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ChFp-402rg/TrAkclv4AxI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/l-sENiryW0c/s640/327984_786043422454_193310031_36901751_301077065_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6pI0oww55o/TrAkdBjdRoI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_nbYYa0Bp6c/s1600/339663_786040104104_193310031_36901741_375742929_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6pI0oww55o/TrAkdBjdRoI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_nbYYa0Bp6c/s640/339663_786040104104_193310031_36901741_375742929_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrhbkk5v4MI/TrAkcHytcLI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/BMcNKwgB3ac/s1600/325333_786028078204_193310031_36901683_1630687081_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrhbkk5v4MI/TrAkcHytcLI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/BMcNKwgB3ac/s640/325333_786028078204_193310031_36901683_1630687081_o.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Photos by David Epps)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things that I loved about it was...the fact that it even exists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll try to make sense of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was written by Ryan and Garrett, two very gifted, very talented people. People who aren't that much older than I am. They took their skills and went so far with them. I don't know too much about Ryan, but I do know some things about Garrett. He does poetry, and has won poetry slams. He's also a f a n t a s t i c musician.&amp;nbsp;He co-wrote this opera.&amp;nbsp;He has some cds and books on Amazon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, I can't get off facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One idea I haven't been able to shake, is the thought of collaboration, and how greatly underrated it is. Especially in this form. So uncommon. So creative. I couldn't even tell you guys how brilliant Deep Love is, it has potential to go places. Really. But what is so fascinating about this is that it was written by these two guys, while they were still in school. They put this all together and I will forever be in awe. That was a cool part about getting to know the cast a little bit and to meet these people who are so different and unexpected. They all invested so much time and effort and truly believed in this, and I think that's what makes it so beautiful to me. People all coming to create something bigger and more wonderful? Sends shivers down my spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It also makes me think about my own talents. And how, because of all the things I've been doing this semester, I've been neglecting them. It makes me really really sad. I have to make time to play the piano and even the guitar, which sits so easily in the living room. I can't think of the last time that I sat down to draw for fun, instead of for a class. And writing? Let's not even go there. I haven't written anything since english class last year. But that's not the kind of writing I like anyways. I feel like I'm letting God and myself down.&lt;br /&gt;Where could I go if I practiced these things more often?&lt;br /&gt;What fantastic things could I accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the things He gives me. I do.&lt;br /&gt;I just need time to figure out how to do it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-6550267556889895740?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6550267556889895740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6550267556889895740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6550267556889895740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6550267556889895740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/11/deep-love-situation.html' title='Deep Love Situation.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ChFp-402rg/TrAkclv4AxI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/l-sENiryW0c/s72-c/327984_786043422454_193310031_36901751_301077065_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1056885021477955616</id><published>2011-10-30T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:42:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just tell you all about the newest and coolest thing to enter my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a rock opera called Deep Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rock. Opera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was written by two students here, Ryan Hayes and Garrett Sherwood. I wish I could kiss their minds. I wish I could know them. Maybe someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's about a girl named Constance, and her husband, Old Bones, has died. She is in mourning, but meets Friedrich, and the two fall in love. Friedrich already has a girlfriend, Florence, and she grows extremely jealous. Old Bones appears to Constance, heartbroken that she has forgotten him. To appease Old Bones, she leaves Friedrich, and Old Bones convinces Friedrich to kill himself. Now Constance is filled with deep depression because both of her loves are gone. With Friedrich dead, Florence is filled with rage and blames Constance. She swears revenge. Constance kills her in an act of madness, and all of her demons drive her insane until she dies as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Horrible, right? What's wrong with me, why do I love it so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ain't even mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWp1d9abc2g/Tq2SLBCl4XI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-jJfkokjv4M/s1600/322534_10150886982120471_668265470_21309983_1983652311_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWp1d9abc2g/Tq2SLBCl4XI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-jJfkokjv4M/s640/322534_10150886982120471_668265470_21309983_1983652311_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DrTwGRmHUQ/Tq2V7I-uzMI/AAAAAAAAB3I/LHkY1PkrItw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-30+at+12.22.02+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DrTwGRmHUQ/Tq2V7I-uzMI/AAAAAAAAB3I/LHkY1PkrItw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-30+at+12.22.02+PM.png" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brianne went to one of the shows to shoot pictures for the school newspaper, and I went along. I was looking for a place to buy tickets, and the manager asked, "Do you want to be an usher?" I said yes of course, and they brought me to the dressing room to paint my face. I even got to be a part of the last scene! It was the coolest thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuFqWeerScI/Tq2SIcfCaMI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/G2lr_PwDcsU/s1600/311771_10150350991653277_505903276_8395849_699932294_n.jpg_effected-005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuFqWeerScI/Tq2SIcfCaMI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/G2lr_PwDcsU/s640/311771_10150350991653277_505903276_8395849_699932294_n.jpg_effected-005.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We knew a few people in the show, and we were talking with them backstage after it was over. They invited us to the after party, at Sherris. (I guess it's like a Denny's?) It was 10 at night and there were at least 40-50 of us in this back room, with one server. We all felt really bad for her, but we tipped her really well. It was insane and hilarious and I want to get to know all of those people. I don't know if I'll have the chance, but I really really enjoyed it while it lasted.&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-1056885021477955616?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1056885021477955616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1056885021477955616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1056885021477955616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1056885021477955616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/10/deep-love.html' title='Deep Love.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWp1d9abc2g/Tq2SLBCl4XI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/-jJfkokjv4M/s72-c/322534_10150886982120471_668265470_21309983_1983652311_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5387577218133054873</id><published>2011-10-27T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:16:15.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliment Cards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our newest HSO event is coming up in the next few weeks - compliment cards to hand out to &amp;nbsp;people at school. Just a little feel good thing that is easy to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I volunteered to design the cards. We were all thinking of something very simple, very minimalist. I had about 45 minutes to come up with them, and I was really happy that I was able to do this all in Pages, believe it or not. I thought I'd have to open up Photoshop and I didn't really feel like doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPLA6mYMj4g/TqiGNo4mT4I/AAAAAAAAB10/jW52GDD78xQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+12.04.28+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPLA6mYMj4g/TqiGNo4mT4I/AAAAAAAAB10/jW52GDD78xQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+12.04.28+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obhCpi-O_zw/TqiGSatCrxI/AAAAAAAAB18/I7Qx3fFDLlQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+12.19.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="540" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obhCpi-O_zw/TqiGSatCrxI/AAAAAAAAB18/I7Qx3fFDLlQ/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+12.19.00+PM.png" width="463" /&gt;&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;Ta da?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I liked how they turned out. I just hope my boss does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-5387577218133054873?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5387577218133054873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5387577218133054873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5387577218133054873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5387577218133054873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/10/compliment-cards.html' title='Compliment Cards.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPLA6mYMj4g/TqiGNo4mT4I/AAAAAAAAB10/jW52GDD78xQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+12.04.28+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4380755769169629886</id><published>2011-10-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:00:12.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing 4E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_9quoinmDM/TqbsfRh_UhI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ovO8zXE-h2A/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-15+at+1.24.33+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_9quoinmDM/TqbsfRh_UhI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ovO8zXE-h2A/s640/Screen+shot+2011-10-15+at+1.24.33+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(there I am!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I miss the 4th Estate a lot. But they do a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;f a n t a s t i c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;job motivating us. The people at IC are obsessed with us, which is perfectly fine, because we're obsessed with them. They're always there to encourage and give endless amounts of support.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish everyone could have a community like this to back them up, but I'm grateful that I have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These will be the kids that end this war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-4380755769169629886?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4380755769169629886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4380755769169629886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4380755769169629886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4380755769169629886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/10/missing-4e.html' title='Missing 4E.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_9quoinmDM/TqbsfRh_UhI/AAAAAAAAB1s/ovO8zXE-h2A/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-10-15+at+1.24.33+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6215882483207506321</id><published>2011-10-24T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:38:51.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I work with the I-Comm group at school now, in Video Productions. I'm having beyond a great time. We get to use awesome equipment and I'm learning from people who seem to have an infinite knowledge on all things video. I'm so grateful for all of the opportunities I have, and the people I get to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This class has made me start thinking about my major (again, I know, let's not even talk about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm saving my money for a camera so I can work on my skills in this area over the winter break.&amp;nbsp;Let's be honest - a flip cam isn't gonna cut it. Although, I have a soft spot in my heart because my dad gave it to me. And it takes underwater video, so that's fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some pics from our video shoot that we've been working on for the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvnSUOU394g/TqZI2PPTR3I/AAAAAAAAB1U/9OgH0CoV7S8/s1600/1006111541a.jpg_effected-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvnSUOU394g/TqZI2PPTR3I/AAAAAAAAB1U/9OgH0CoV7S8/s400/1006111541a.jpg_effected-008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3D9_hJJwhSU/TqZI3PQzjFI/AAAAAAAAB1c/XB8gT7dtHY4/s1600/1017111615_0001.jpg_effected.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3D9_hJJwhSU/TqZI3PQzjFI/AAAAAAAAB1c/XB8gT7dtHY4/s400/1017111615_0001.jpg_effected.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-6215882483207506321?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6215882483207506321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6215882483207506321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6215882483207506321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6215882483207506321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/10/vp.html' title='V.P.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvnSUOU394g/TqZI2PPTR3I/AAAAAAAAB1U/9OgH0CoV7S8/s72-c/1006111541a.jpg_effected-008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1794946520017833588</id><published>2011-09-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:58:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/wSLdptE5aFw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSLdptE5aFw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSLdptE5aFw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glorious. FloWelch is a powerhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-1794946520017833588?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1794946520017833588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1794946520017833588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1794946520017833588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1794946520017833588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/09/shake-it-out.html' title='Shake It Out.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5021074065108460065</id><published>2011-09-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:39:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Semester.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/197078262_4gWGDJOe_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/197078262_4gWGDJOe_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're only a week in and already, things have been so crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm involved with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IC Club - Brianne and I REALLY need to get started on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Council for Humanitarian Service Organization at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Video Production class - I am SO excited about the things I'm going to learn/be able to work on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will probably get a church calling, but I haven't been asked for anything yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it a goal to go to the Temple at least once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to keep doing yoga 2 - 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;2 online art classes (internally crying about this to be honest.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to get a job as a TA for my old Humanities teacher, Brother Samuelson - waiting to hear back from him soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classes I really look forward to each week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Video Production&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Middle East&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kind of running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, but I'm having a good time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-5021074065108460065?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5021074065108460065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5021074065108460065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5021074065108460065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5021074065108460065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/09/3rd-semester.html' title='3rd Semester.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4232562923933532691</id><published>2011-09-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:54:21.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natali Describes Style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey remember how I was featured on &lt;a href="http://cup-of-natali.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natali's blog&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I liked it so much I thought I'd ask her to be on mine, especially since my last few posts have been boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not gonna lie, I kind of asked her to write about a hard topic. I asked her if she could write about how she came to find her sense of style and be comfortable with it at a pretty early age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok maybe not hard, but I wanted to make her think, and it worked out really great. I agreed with a lot of things that she said and I thought it was a really interesting read, so without further ado - Natali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all, I was super excited when Lexie asked me to do a guest post on her blog. Mostly because it's rockin' and she is such a cool cat. The topic she chose really made me think, and that's why I was down for writing about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I was exposed to diversity at a very young age. I grew up in Oakland, California a very diverse part of town (right next to SF) in a hispanic family. Growing up I had friends of many races and religions. At the time I had not fully appreciated the fact that my parents would take me to various&amp;nbsp;restaurants, thrift shops (which now explains my love for thrifting), and show me around the city. I believe my love and appreciation of all music and movies came from my Father, who exposed me to a variety of it when I was young. As for clothing and fashion, I wore what I pleased (thanks mom), which helped me grow a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I was younger my best friend was my older Aunt (by five years), so in a sense we experimented/went through phases together. I believe this is were I gained my maturity level, and the easiness of bonding with older people.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I was seven, we packed our bags, and followed my grandparents to Arizona. Which was a culture shock. To adjust I had slowly started changing myself (clothing wise) and my ways to please others. I finally snapped out of it my Freshman year and started to wear what I liked again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FKz0X_29oo/TnJWq8ucKRI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lCZ1qLt-c6Y/s1600/scan000d5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FKz0X_29oo/TnJWq8ucKRI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lCZ1qLt-c6Y/s400/scan000d5.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VapzBg7Yn4/TnJW_olrFDI/AAAAAAAAB0U/ZBEKc6fdxXI/s1600/221113_1601267203015_1576133713_31211119_2444127_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VapzBg7Yn4/TnJW_olrFDI/AAAAAAAAB0U/ZBEKc6fdxXI/s400/221113_1601267203015_1576133713_31211119_2444127_o.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WgmD2EoL-3I/TnJXE37gWBI/AAAAAAAAB0c/N0F8QTF5ObA/s1600/007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WgmD2EoL-3I/TnJXE37gWBI/AAAAAAAAB0c/N0F8QTF5ObA/s400/007.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&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="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When you dress differently in a small town it's easy for others comments and looks to get you down. Or at least that's how I felt most of my Freshman year. I slowly started finding out that different/random people appreciated the way I dressed, which felt wonderful and happened to be a confidence boost. As of now I wear what I like, and I feel a bit bolder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;When asked about originality I really don't know what to say. I suppose I don't really believe in it as of right now, mostly because I agree with this quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7A1znp8jvk/TnJXAlGJYiI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/qQ8CYv_4sx0/s1600/nothing+is+original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7A1znp8jvk/TnJXAlGJYiI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/qQ8CYv_4sx0/s400/nothing+is+original.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I haven't felt original or unique anymore for a while. People have started to flock to the "indie" side of things, and with that I mean folks have started to dress in my opinion nice, and listen to good music, and watch movies that I like. Which is confusing. I'm not sure if it's a trend or here to stay. And with the whole "hipster" thing, oh don't get me started on that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Anyways, I suppose the one way to stay original is to stay true to your roots. Experiment a little. Be who you are. Don't follow the crowd. It's a very confusing process that I haven't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;finished, and I don't think anyone ever does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/681892729339360472-4232562923933532691?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4232562923933532691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4232562923933532691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4232562923933532691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4232562923933532691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-remember-how-i-was-featured-on.html' title='Natali Describes Style.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FKz0X_29oo/TnJWq8ucKRI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lCZ1qLt-c6Y/s72-c/scan000d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8682262832099238068</id><published>2011-09-08T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:42:04.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0CXXDwEXZE/TVBvSXzT9bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TjWg-ONHzkE/s1600/leaves+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0CXXDwEXZE/TVBvSXzT9bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TjWg-ONHzkE/s640/leaves+033.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(picture by my friend Anna Freeby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day when I woke up really excited for fall, I realized that it's a good thing that I'm going back to school. They actually have fall there, and if I remember correctly, it was pretty nice. I'm excited to drink tea and wear cardigans and get out my knitting needles. Hopefully it &amp;nbsp;will be starting to cool off when I get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard this the other day and it really really makes me think of fall. I can practically hear the crunchy leaves blowing in the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/erywPdFfORE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/681892729339360472-8682262832099238068?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8682262832099238068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8682262832099238068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8682262832099238068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8682262832099238068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0CXXDwEXZE/TVBvSXzT9bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TjWg-ONHzkE/s72-c/leaves+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5322687214826040754</id><published>2011-09-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:30:40.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing going on in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a new fall coat and some boots and I really love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Brianne comes home on monday and I'm going to surprise her at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been finishing the last half of The Tipping Point - ABSOLUTELY fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a flight to SLC next friday, and school starts on the 12th I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up the other day excited for fall to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't find a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom has been making and buying stuff for next semester because she loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sondre Lerche is grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I don't like the summer version of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm no good during my breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm thinking of ways to fix this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUHHHHT right now I'm going to make this apron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bDGvX-EY1E/TmE6E__o5NI/AAAAAAAABzw/4JMwSldL-TA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B12.19.51%2BPM.png_effected.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647859265271555282" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqsF0YLRvBQ/TmE6JSCl0kI/AAAAAAAABz4/lWB5aVatvHo/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B12.19.57%2BPM.png_effected.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647859338835251778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBmxVLAtJTE/TmE6MqQCajI/AAAAAAAAB0A/C5w8Vh0LbBU/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B12.20.03%2BPM.png_effected.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647859396873710130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/681892729339360472-5322687214826040754?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5322687214826040754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5322687214826040754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5322687214826040754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5322687214826040754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/09/blurg.html' title='Blurg.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bDGvX-EY1E/TmE6E__o5NI/AAAAAAAABzw/4JMwSldL-TA/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B12.19.51%2BPM.png_effected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5194723029682654487</id><published>2011-08-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:13:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJmn2sGKHi0/TkWaMGQt4HI/AAAAAAAABwg/PMQ28XG4_PA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-12%2Bat%2B2.24.39%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJmn2sGKHi0/TkWaMGQt4HI/AAAAAAAABwg/PMQ28XG4_PA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-12%2Bat%2B2.24.39%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640083640981250162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes your best friend is spending her summer in Uganda teaching at schools and helping at orphanages, so you get really excited to see her on chat and you get to talk to her live (kinda) instead of emailing back and forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-5194723029682654487?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5194723029682654487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5194723029682654487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5194723029682654487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5194723029682654487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/chat.html' title='Chat.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJmn2sGKHi0/TkWaMGQt4HI/AAAAAAAABwg/PMQ28XG4_PA/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-12%2Bat%2B2.24.39%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-392314269949217123</id><published>2011-08-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:00:51.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>Film Crew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 4E (I know, aren't you sick of it already? I don't care, I'm going to keep this thing going - 4E will NEVER die)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know how I was accepted into the "Creative" track, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was put into a film group with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTNNDj4ku3s/Tk8KSB2xJ_I/AAAAAAAABxA/5d8YSXlMtpA/s1600/230209_10150167196327864_122155322863_6900580_3147548_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTNNDj4ku3s/Tk8KSB2xJ_I/AAAAAAAABxA/5d8YSXlMtpA/s400/230209_10150167196327864_122155322863_6900580_3147548_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642740162970593266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jX6A-nVoI/Tk8JcR03lRI/AAAAAAAABw4/zojVVI6ThLY/s1600/251571_2113997882321_1016900127_2404243_4719980_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2jX6A-nVoI/Tk8JcR03lRI/AAAAAAAABw4/zojVVI6ThLY/s400/251571_2113997882321_1016900127_2404243_4719980_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642739239544657170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meghan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0RSAiS6I65o/Tk8JSrTWfqI/AAAAAAAABwo/auMCQabuiB4/s1600/184125_2113998082326_1016900127_2404244_7951996_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0RSAiS6I65o/Tk8JSrTWfqI/AAAAAAAABwo/auMCQabuiB4/s400/184125_2113998082326_1016900127_2404244_7951996_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642739074584706722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/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;and our IC mentor, Jay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaV8NYUCYFs/Tk8JYFulpmI/AAAAAAAABww/C-zVQBIrESg/s400/240456_10150565883430136_782445135_18427503_3710257_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642739167577613922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They were all so great, I learned so much from them. They're all really into this making movies, so they were totally pro at filming and editing and stuff. I felt useless, because this is definitely something that interests me but I'm just starting out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I did get to be in charge of audio though. I wore the big ole headphones and held the boom mic and I felt cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We had about 6 or 7 hours over two days to edit this movie in the IC office. It was mostly done by our group, and Jay went in at the very end to give it some "IC" finishing touches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;There were a few other film groups, and the one with the best video would have it shown to everyone on the last day. Jason really liked ours, but decided to show another video. In Anthony's video, he talks about seeing director Tom Shadyac's documentary, so our movie got to be Tom's introduction video when he went to talk to us later that night. Everyone got to see it! I was crying proud mama tears - I was so proud of our group and of Anthony. He and that movie are my babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Without further ado, here is Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27501175?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=off" width="450" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/681892729339360472-392314269949217123?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/392314269949217123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=392314269949217123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/392314269949217123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/392314269949217123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/film-crew.html' title='Film Crew.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTNNDj4ku3s/Tk8KSB2xJ_I/AAAAAAAABxA/5d8YSXlMtpA/s72-c/230209_10150167196327864_122155322863_6900580_3147548_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-9215432226264521722</id><published>2011-08-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:08:53.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>J"R"R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6krvIYGZE5M/TkWXfTXCrCI/AAAAAAAABwQ/rurLZxy_fRs/s1600/285091_2173358327322_1047706848_2567567_551916_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6krvIYGZE5M/TkWXfTXCrCI/AAAAAAAABwQ/rurLZxy_fRs/s400/285091_2173358327322_1047706848_2567567_551916_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640080672380070946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do I begin to explain Jason Russell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Jason's tombstone, he wants it to read "Dream Evangelist." I think that's one of the most perfect descriptions of him. He isn't even real, he's not from this planet. He's this bigger than life character and I admire him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason Russell is this huge ball of energy that radiates optimism and determination and charisma and inspiration and joy and love and all that. It's wonderful to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 4E, he gave this fantastic talk about his life and how he got to where he is now. It's taken such a drastic turn from the place that he was in when he was 16 years old. It's hard to imagine him going through the things that he went through, but I'm happy that they caused him to be the person he is now, and that he is in a place where he feels compelled to share his knowledge and his happiness with others. We all have a lot to learn from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some quotes/things he lives by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. You are more powerful than you think you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. You have a song inside you - it is your responsibility to know your song and share it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Finish strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Who are you to hide your light?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The world is waiting for you to wake up and see your potential."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Surrender to His plan, surrender to His will - death to your self."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Every moment in your life is preparing you for an opportunity to come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"Let your life be the most incredible story you've ever told."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I know is that I hope that everyone has someone like him in their life, and if not? Go be the Jason for your friends and family. I know I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. He told us what his song is - "Helplessness Blues" by Fleet Foxes - &lt;a href="http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/05/helplessness-blues.html"&gt;GUYS WE HAVE THE SAME SONG&lt;/a&gt;! I was flipping out!! I love this man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-9215432226264521722?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9215432226264521722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=9215432226264521722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9215432226264521722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/9215432226264521722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/jrr.html' title='J&quot;R&quot;R.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6krvIYGZE5M/TkWXfTXCrCI/AAAAAAAABwQ/rurLZxy_fRs/s72-c/285091_2173358327322_1047706848_2567567_551916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2122263948140695401</id><published>2011-08-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T08:47:08.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Tlm0fF_hM/TkDRUL6XchI/AAAAAAAABvw/KDqCwk30ds0/s1600/100_0074.jpg_effected.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Tlm0fF_hM/TkDRUL6XchI/AAAAAAAABvw/KDqCwk30ds0/s400/100_0074.jpg_effected.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638736878193046034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;t took many attempts, but I finally wrote down words describing my experience at the Fourth Estate this weekend. This one thought has been branded in my mind for the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;How did I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;get so lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wish I could explain what this weekend meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;All the things I learned, all of the things that I discovered, and felt? I can't put a price on it. I can't put words to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I learned so much about myself - what I can do, what I want, how I am capable of change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not that I was becoming “numb” in my life, but the intensity of my happiness was fading. Only I didn’t know it, and that’s why this weekend was so fantastic. My mental health was replenished - it was invigorated and inspired. It wasn’t just about learning to be a better activist. I was learning how to become a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I learned empathy. I had it before, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been accepted to the Fourth Estate. I probably wouldn’t care about Invisible Children, or anything else besides myself. But this weekend taught me that I need to apply that empathy in my life. It’s kind of confusing, but it’s something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I deal with (sometimes) crippling social anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someone walking by? Don’t look them in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Meeting up with old friend from high school? Text and say that I can’t make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;You want to hug? Stand awkwardly with their arms around me like a cactus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Talking to people in general? Oh gosh please no let’s just stay and hide under my bed or go to the dentist anything but that please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I’m just not good. I never know what to say, I never know how to act. It’s not that I don’t care - it’s just that I’m not good at showing people that I care. I take a long time to warm up to people. And I wished that I wasn’t this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;With each speaker, a little seed was planted in my heart. I had no idea. They were like silent little farmers or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- So I should have suspected something when that stranger kid came up to my group and asked to eat lunch with us. Of course we said yes, but I should have known when I found myself talking to him long after everyone else had left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- I should have had reservations when I went to say goodbye to the friends that I had made, when I hugged them - a real hug - and looked them in the eye saying, “Thank you for this weekend, I really valued the time we spent together.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- I should have questioned what in the world came over me, when I asked some stranger girl for a ride home after it was all over. The ride from San Deigo was around an hour and a half and we were talking during every minute of it. We discussed how we found out about IC, how it wasn’t always a priority in our lives, but after 4E, that would never happen again. We embraced and wished each other luck as she dropped me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;This wasn’t just for activism. I became a different person, and I am in love with the world. I want to impact it, I want to change it in the best way possible. I want to be this larger than life character, a good influence and role model for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And it all happened because of the Fourth Estate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/681892729339360472-2122263948140695401?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2122263948140695401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2122263948140695401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2122263948140695401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2122263948140695401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/extraordinary.html' title='Extraordinary.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Tlm0fF_hM/TkDRUL6XchI/AAAAAAAABvw/KDqCwk30ds0/s72-c/100_0074.jpg_effected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5625824353524633668</id><published>2011-08-08T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:14:30.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>4E Photo Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry guys. You best buckle up for this, because this is probably what I'll be posting about for the next couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fourth Estate Photo Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXN-w_VT288/TkC-tbWSaOI/AAAAAAAABvg/UBY-K2-mi-Y/s1600/tumblr_lpg04ciVQd1qzvthao1_500.jpg_effected.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXN-w_VT288/TkC-tbWSaOI/AAAAAAAABvg/UBY-K2-mi-Y/s400/tumblr_lpg04ciVQd1qzvthao1_500.jpg_effected.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638716421112490210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jason Russell, one of the IC founders. I have too many words for him- words that warrant his own post, but some other time. He's not even real, he's not from this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Smpw1VBbIGc/TkC9AaraBwI/AAAAAAAABuQ/LQGnRwyk31Q/s400/100_0033.jpg_effected-003.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638714548326893314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our group mentor, Dan. We're trying to get a screening at school when I go back, but I plan on seeing him at the office before then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qT-JrkTQGxw/TkC93ci_MVI/AAAAAAAABvQ/v-rHxbOW51Q/s1600/b8c6efa1d6a1401192814a5e269611a0_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qT-JrkTQGxw/TkC93ci_MVI/AAAAAAAABvQ/v-rHxbOW51Q/s400/b8c6efa1d6a1401192814a5e269611a0_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715493721256274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Night games - we stormed the castle in "Bastille."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmRiXnw6m0s/TkC9z9hAeII/AAAAAAAABvI/5P3jx8toDvY/s400/18355116f5474091a7eba19a039622e8_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715433851844738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Working on a special project in the art department, which I am SO EXCITED to share with you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVgj8DKLZsA/TkC82wGNr8I/AAAAAAAABuI/2F4rE7x8GPE/s400/100_0032.jpg_effected.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638714382277783490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The beautiful Natalie Warne, one of my heros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuUfeg3mm_U/TkC9wH6zFLI/AAAAAAAABvA/XF_34vecFOc/s1600/285087_10150257733509032_582704031_7445454_5210417_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuUfeg3mm_U/TkC9wH6zFLI/AAAAAAAABvA/XF_34vecFOc/s400/285087_10150257733509032_582704031_7445454_5210417_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715367924896946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jason and Jed leading a discussion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz5E0zGuZRo/TkC9tvxmNmI/AAAAAAAABu4/J6SzWvbXBSs/s1600/283519_2295131257095_1213496379_2825425_2416822_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz5E0zGuZRo/TkC9tvxmNmI/AAAAAAAABu4/J6SzWvbXBSs/s400/283519_2295131257095_1213496379_2825425_2416822_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715327084115554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ENnH-fEoeAg/TkC9Idb9d8I/AAAAAAAABuY/jz2bDd7AvXM/s400/100_0036.jpg_effected-002.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638714686506366914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Jed also isn't real. He's a cartoon character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhQ-VGdNui4/TkC9qooUvmI/AAAAAAAABuw/mae-ODiyZC8/s1600/263212_2036823998436_1179307529_31910940_3291626_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhQ-VGdNui4/TkC9qooUvmI/AAAAAAAABuw/mae-ODiyZC8/s400/263212_2036823998436_1179307529_31910940_3291626_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715273626566242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mYzqt7_QdsI/TkC9jnP-9II/AAAAAAAABuo/btC3MgwdL-k/s1600/0f9578c7b73348e1a065de894de7df2b_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mYzqt7_QdsI/TkC9jnP-9II/AAAAAAAABuo/btC3MgwdL-k/s400/0f9578c7b73348e1a065de894de7df2b_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715152996955266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NudXzeFsSM/TkC8tjYVkgI/AAAAAAAABuA/waYN-pXs5PE/s1600/100_0031.jpg_effected-001.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NudXzeFsSM/TkC8tjYVkgI/AAAAAAAABuA/waYN-pXs5PE/s400/100_0031.jpg_effected-001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638714224245314050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anthony - the greatest guy with the most incredible story. (He's in our special project!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdqPhdzEWg8/TkC99uB0vxI/AAAAAAAABvY/MeRg7SZPrmQ/s400/uo0aq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638715601493212946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/681892729339360472-5625824353524633668?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5625824353524633668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5625824353524633668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5625824353524633668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5625824353524633668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/4e-photo-post.html' title='4E Photo Post.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXN-w_VT288/TkC-tbWSaOI/AAAAAAAABvg/UBY-K2-mi-Y/s72-c/tumblr_lpg04ciVQd1qzvthao1_500.jpg_effected.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8150624830088796830</id><published>2011-08-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:46:32.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZui1Fmqi94/Tjq-nADh6MI/AAAAAAAABto/Rc6dWQw7y5s/s1600/4th_estate_logo.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZui1Fmqi94/Tjq-nADh6MI/AAAAAAAABto/Rc6dWQw7y5s/s400/4th_estate_logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637027460846577858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace out ya'll. I'll be here with the best and the brightest for the next few days, soaking up everything I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-8150624830088796830?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8150624830088796830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8150624830088796830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8150624830088796830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8150624830088796830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZui1Fmqi94/Tjq-nADh6MI/AAAAAAAABto/Rc6dWQw7y5s/s72-c/4th_estate_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6409685755185010981</id><published>2011-08-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:04:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/67142464_yBJPiWO0_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 578px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/67142464_yBJPiWO0_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we finally got to see Deathly Hallows part 2. I was planning on seeing it at school but I backed out and told my family I would wait to see it with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like a kid on Christmas Eve, waiting impatiently for the night to come so we could go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't wear make-up because I knew I would cry. I didn't cry as much as part 1, but I think a lot of that was because there was more action and other things to distract me. I was on the edge of my seat about an half hour in, to the very end. There were a lot of things that I thought they did really well, like the white "Kings Cross" scene and Neville's character development, and then there were one or two things that I didn't like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But overall, I thought it was fantastic and it felt like a part of me had died. That's how I knew it was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter has always been a huge part of my life; always. I remember in the 2nd grade when my dad came home one day with this book that I had never heard of, and he would read it to me before I went to bed. I think most of the time I would fall asleep, but I'd still ask him to read it anyways. I have always loved reading, but many of my classmates didn't think so. Harry made reading cool, and I was able to relate better to the other kids with this common interest. I think I was about 10 when I started reading them by myself - around Harry, Ron and Hermione's age, so it really felt like I grew up with them. They were my friends. I took solace in these books and it became my world. I remember when all of the different books came out - pre-ordering them or getting them from the store at midnight. When Deathly Hallows came out, my dad and I tried to stay awake so he could take me to the store to buy it. I read all night long and I finished it in a few hours, and then I slept during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've always loved these books but it wasn't until recently that I realized how actually brilliant J.K. Rowling is, the way she incorporates mythology and history and such into the story. I can only imagine how much they mean to millions of people around the world, including myself, and that is the greatest legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if thank you feels like enough, but thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J.K. Rowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-6409685755185010981?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6409685755185010981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6409685755185010981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6409685755185010981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6409685755185010981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/08/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2610132642242758149</id><published>2011-07-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:21:59.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoover Dam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry if there's been a lack of updates...we've been out doing all this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ Hoover Dam/Las Vegas. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJZ5APFmmHU/TjOdNafVBNI/AAAAAAAABso/Os63Vo6cDh4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-29%2Bat%2B10.43.57%2BPM.png_effected-005.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJZ5APFmmHU/TjOdNafVBNI/AAAAAAAABso/Os63Vo6cDh4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-29%2Bat%2B10.43.57%2BPM.png_effected-005.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635020412545205458" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dj6MvMxGP9s/TjOdN-6w0PI/AAAAAAAABsw/0bUZTeqqgdE/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-29%2Bat%2B8.33.18%2BPM.png_effected-001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635020422323949810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/681892729339360472-2610132642242758149?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2610132642242758149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2610132642242758149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2610132642242758149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2610132642242758149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/dam-vegas.html' title='Hoover Dam.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJZ5APFmmHU/TjOdNafVBNI/AAAAAAAABso/Os63Vo6cDh4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-29%2Bat%2B10.43.57%2BPM.png_effected-005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-598508079321626778</id><published>2011-07-26T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:16:46.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Featured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DOUkW-zLmo/TS-jkG0C7AI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nLhEgeFAjrI/S650/scan0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 457px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DOUkW-zLmo/TS-jkG0C7AI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nLhEgeFAjrI/S650/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW it's way cool how I was featured over here on my friend &lt;a href="http://cup-of-natali.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natali's blog &lt;/a&gt;yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go on over to see 10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(out of many)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things that make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-598508079321626778?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/598508079321626778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=598508079321626778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/598508079321626778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/598508079321626778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/featured.html' title='Featured.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DOUkW-zLmo/TS-jkG0C7AI/AAAAAAAABPQ/nLhEgeFAjrI/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2618977011921564659</id><published>2011-07-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:31:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/281842_10150259480048324_652678323_7372991_6283544_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 620px; height: 382px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/281842_10150259480048324_652678323_7372991_6283544_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you about one of the most fantastic men I know. His name is Scott Samuelson, and he was my humanities professor this last semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is incredibly thought-provoking and insightful. I can only imagine the amount of time that he spends contemplating ideas that we do not normally think about. He has an open mind and is willing to consider all points of views, but at the same time, he knows what he believes and he is firm in his standing. He was unapologetic about his beliefs, and we all need to be more like that. He has overcome his hardships with grace and wisdom, which he will gladly share with you. He chases his dreams and turns them into more than dreams; he turns them into actions. I have a great love and admiration for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I loved most about him though, being a teacher at my religious school, was that he was such a great tool for bringing the Spirit. We hear all the time how we can be taught by the Spirit, and I believe that it is true, but I had never really experienced it in a classroom setting before this. I can't even remember what happened, but on the second day of class I went up and told him, "This is weird but I'm going to hug you." Most times, I would have more spiritual and inspirational experiences in his class than I would at church. He brought the class closer together from the very start and provided an environment where we were all comfortable to share ideas and thoughts. I know that he had a love for each and every one of us, and he often expressed that to us. He told us once that we were dear to him, like his children - which is great because I refer to him as my adopted grandpa. He taught me so much about life and things other than school, and I will always value those things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He taught me that love is the most important thing, and that there is&lt;b&gt; always&lt;/b&gt; beauty to be found in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So go find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-2618977011921564659?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2618977011921564659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2618977011921564659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2618977011921564659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2618977011921564659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-man.html' title='A Good Man.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5421421116344829334</id><published>2011-07-21T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:56:29.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/73005017_VbPht2VQ_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 640px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/73005017_VbPht2VQ_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;I think these words describe how I'm feeling. And these ones, that I remember from You've Got Mail. "People are always saying that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all... has happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&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-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1 more final. 2 more days. 1 body filled with contradicting confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&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-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I keep telling myself that just because things are changing, doesn't mean I will be unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-5421421116344829334?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5421421116344829334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5421421116344829334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5421421116344829334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5421421116344829334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Changes.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3974566744790221633</id><published>2011-07-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:33:37.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Roller Relief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Last tuesday, my humanities class had a really big, really cool project. I adore this class and I adore my teacher, Brother Samuelson, but I'll save that for another post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We did a giant relief print that has been in the works for about a month now. We carved it out and put the ink on it, and went over it with a steam roller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVHDobMS--g/TiSIXWP3uNI/AAAAAAAABsA/E0AJGugZBzI/s1600/281943_179287588801286_172507932812585_505985_5330181_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVHDobMS--g/TiSIXWP3uNI/AAAAAAAABsA/E0AJGugZBzI/s400/281943_179287588801286_172507932812585_505985_5330181_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630775368810477778" style="display: block; 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"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brother Samuelson - "What did the event teach me about what it means to be human?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I think that people coming together is a big part of what it means to be human, especially people coming together to create a work of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"It's beautiful because we went through the process ourselves." - Ariel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"Being human is forgetting yourself and helping others with whatever they need, and allowing them to be happy." - Matt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"I don't have words for it...It's just pure emotion." - Nate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-3974566744790221633?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3974566744790221633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=3974566744790221633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3974566744790221633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3974566744790221633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/road-roller-relief.html' title='Road Roller Relief.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVHDobMS--g/TiSIXWP3uNI/AAAAAAAABsA/E0AJGugZBzI/s72-c/281943_179287588801286_172507932812585_505985_5330181_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5464137249007700453</id><published>2011-07-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:00:02.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/7059448_dO2FdH7J_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/7059448_dO2FdH7J_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the part in which I tell you these weird conflicting things that I've been feeling the past few weeks, and how I'm trying to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have two weeks left in school. Brianne and I have a flight and we go home on the 23rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been looking forward to the summer break for a long time. And a couple of weeks ago, I really started missing my family, and it hasn't really been like that in the past. I mean I miss them, but usually it doesn't last - I never mope around and get homesick. Not like this. I just miss how easy it was to go find them and hang out or go talk, whenever I wanted to. I want to go on a bike ride with my brothers. I want to go take my dog for a walk in the late afternoon and watch the beautiful colors in the sky as the sun is going down. I miss things that I can only really do at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at the same time, there is a big part of me that doesn't want to leave Rexburg. I realized a while ago that yeah, it's going to be nice to have a break and go home for the summer, but I won't be able to spend the summer with a lot of the people that I want to. All of my friends will be at home, just like I will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are a few moments in every day; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I'm laying under a tree, looking at the sun shining through the leaves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or a storm will roll in and bring warm rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or I'm walking up the hill and I turn around and see the beautiful glorious sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these moments make everything so worth it, that I would never want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think more than that though, is that I don't want this to end. It feels like it has gone by too quickly, and there is still much to be done. There is still so much that I want to do. There are people that I want in my life always. There are things that I want to go on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While this wasn't the most &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt; semester in terms of parties or anything, I feel like I've grown a lot and I've learned so many different things about myself and the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like somehow school ending will change these things, will somehow stop my growing and progression. Like somehow my world will end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why do I still feel like this.&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/681892729339360472-5464137249007700453?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5464137249007700453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5464137249007700453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5464137249007700453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5464137249007700453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/conflict.html' title='Conflict.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7460374500488662725</id><published>2011-07-13T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:42:41.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Expenditures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered this from American Foundations class from last year. Something interesting to look at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 35px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- line-height: 1em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; font-weight: bold; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chad: The Aboubakar family of Breidjing Camp - 3 adults, 3 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 17px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(96, 101, 106); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Food expenditure for one week: 685 CFA Francs or $1.23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 35px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- line-height: 1em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; font-weight: bold; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ecuador: The Ayme family of Tingo - 4 adults, 5 teenagers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 17px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(96, 101, 106); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Food expenditure for one week: $31.55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 359px;" src="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 35px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- line-height: 1em; letter-spacing: -0.05em; font-weight: bold; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mexico: The Casales family of Cuernavaca - 2 adults, 3 kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 17px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(96, 101, 106); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Food expenditure for one week: 1,862.78 Mexican Pesos or $189.09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;United States: The Revis family of North Carolina - 2 adults, 2 teenagers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food expenditure for one week: $341.98&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Germany: The Melander family of Bargteheide - 2 adults, 2 teenagers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food expenditure for one week: 375.39 Euros or $500.07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.rustylime.com/media/image/food_families/food_families_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-7460374500488662725?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7460374500488662725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7460374500488662725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7460374500488662725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7460374500488662725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/food-expenditures.html' title='Food Expenditures.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3246816593373378980</id><published>2011-07-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:38:09.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>Great Things Happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQjz9VVe7ds/ThkhiF6q8FI/AAAAAAAABrI/vtpVuc7E8oQ/s1600/4th_estate_logo.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQjz9VVe7ds/ThkhiF6q8FI/AAAAAAAABrI/vtpVuc7E8oQ/s400/4th_estate_logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627566078963675218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So remember how I told you that I was accepted to The Fourth Estate? Well there were some developments, and I think it makes for a pretty good story, so I'll tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was accepted. Everything was lovely and grand. But then I found out how much it was and I didn't have a way to pay for it. It was really hard because it was something I really wanted to do; something that I thought would help improve me as a person, and really effect the lives that I touch. But then one of my friends, Val, from the office called, and told me that there was an extended payment deadline. I felt more pressure this time, because they were giving me extra time. I had at least 4 friends that I was "representing" in the Fourth Estate, because they couldn't go either, for various reasons. I had to do it. Val gave me some helpful suggestions for how I could get money - my school's financial aid office and our local Rotary Clubs. The people at the IC office were so helpful. The next day I went to the financial aid office, where I got some bad news. They told me they didn't have scholarships or anything for these types of programs. Then I went home and wrote an email to the local Rotary club, because I couldn't find any numbers or contact information. I waited a few days, because the Rotary club was my last chance, but I never heard back from them. The deadline was fast approaching and I had nothing to tell Val. I was really really disappointed. I think it was this last wednesday; Brianne and I were sitting outside on the grass late at night talking. I told her how sad I was that this didn't work out, and I wondered why I had been jerked around so much. The first time I discovered that I couldn't go, I was willing to accept it right there. But then Val called and my hopes were renewed. So then this happened and I was stuck in the same boat, and I just wondered why that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On thursday I got a call from someone at the IC office. Only I missed it because my phone died, so I would have to call back on friday. They left a voicemail telling me they had really good news. I love those people, but one thing that bothers me is that they are always so vague when they call me! And they usually call with good news, and I just really want to know what that is! I guess it's a good incentive to call them back. Anyways, I called back on friday, wondering what was going on. The guy talked about I hadn't paid yet, and I started to prepare myself to break the bad news, that I probably couldn't go. He started going off about covering my registration fees and I was really confused, so I stopped him. I asked, "Wait. My fees. You're going to pay for them. You guys are going to pay for me to go?" And he said yes, and I don't even remember what he said after that. Tears were forming in my eyes and I told him, "Oh my gosh. Thank-thank you guys so much. Oh my gosh, I totally thought I wasn't going to be able to go. This means so much to me." He told me that they looked over my application and my past involvement with IC, and that I got a lot of recommendations from my friends at the office. They really wanted me to go to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why this happened, or even what makes me more deserving than other people, but I was not expecting this. At all. I still can't believe it's happening. I just feel so grateful, because I kind of said goodbye to the idea of Fourth Estate a long time ago. There was just no way to pull it off. I am so grateful for all my friends at the office who put in a good word for me, and grateful to the people who made this happen. They're all such...I can't even describe, except that I want to be a lot of these people when I grow up, you know? They're the tops, they're the best of the best and that's why they're working at that office. They have so many qualities that I want to embody, that I want to instill in my own life. I love them so much. I'm so happy that I have this opportunity.&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/681892729339360472-3246816593373378980?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3246816593373378980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=3246816593373378980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3246816593373378980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3246816593373378980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-things-happen.html' title='Great Things Happen.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQjz9VVe7ds/ThkhiF6q8FI/AAAAAAAABrI/vtpVuc7E8oQ/s72-c/4th_estate_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4952713508651122059</id><published>2011-07-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:48:31.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Chadly's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today it was Chadly's birthday, so Kelsi had some really fun things planned. We went to Rigby Lake with Brianne and Brett, and swam around. It was really cold and windy, so it was hard to get into the water at first, but after a few minutes we got used to it. Then we went to Kelsi's aunt's house to cook burgers and hot dogs. We ate them outside on a blanket and the whole day was so beautiful and perfect and glorious. I was so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to go back on a really hot day. I love lakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFD-7gO-Vs/ThkfUw-NHAI/AAAAAAAABrA/OnBrokD7fT8/s1600/100_0043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFD-7gO-Vs/ThkfUw-NHAI/AAAAAAAABrA/OnBrokD7fT8/s400/100_0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563650979798018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pI0xwPKHLw/ThkfUbtJSaI/AAAAAAAABq4/dROCJ7gXqDY/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-09%2Bat%2B10.24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2pI0xwPKHLw/ThkfUbtJSaI/AAAAAAAABq4/dROCJ7gXqDY/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-09%2Bat%2B10.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563645271099810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTwPAYgnDo0/ThkfT9JcAsI/AAAAAAAABqw/FdVmE8LJp9Y/s1600/100_0025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTwPAYgnDo0/ThkfT9JcAsI/AAAAAAAABqw/FdVmE8LJp9Y/s400/100_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563637068268226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxcbVdOtFJA/ThkfD6qB3HI/AAAAAAAABqo/RGkdnlQq5iw/s1600/100_0029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lxcbVdOtFJA/ThkfD6qB3HI/AAAAAAAABqo/RGkdnlQq5iw/s400/100_0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563361521753202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-4952713508651122059?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4952713508651122059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4952713508651122059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4952713508651122059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4952713508651122059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/chadlys-birthday.html' title='Chadly&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFD-7gO-Vs/ThkfUw-NHAI/AAAAAAAABrA/OnBrokD7fT8/s72-c/100_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5515822955832672527</id><published>2011-07-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:19:21.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Mondays'/><title type='text'>IDK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/53501060_6w40nbLI_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 817px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/53501060_6w40nbLI_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday, America. Hope you guys all had a good day, ate some watermelon and didn't suffer from any 2nd degree burns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out) - The Hombres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I Don't Wanna Know - Fleetwood Mac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Let's Win! - Alexander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Heroes and Villans - Beach Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Howlin For You - The Black Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Just Like Heaven - The Cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Learning to Fly - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. American Pie - Don Mclean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Pickin Up the Pieces - Fitz and the Tantrums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club&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/681892729339360472-5515822955832672527?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5515822955832672527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5515822955832672527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5515822955832672527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5515822955832672527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/07/idk.html' title='IDK.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7300734580303871619</id><published>2011-07-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:44:54.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy List - June 26.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6524423_AoP7hJvZ_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 640px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6524423_AoP7hJvZ_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In honor of my last post, I want to start these as a weekly thing, so I never forget all of the great things in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy List June 26 - July 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. Hanging out and becoming better friends with one of our FHE bros, Ric. (SO much fun to hang out with!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Having delicious fruits in my fridge to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. Rediscovering my love for softball, and seeing how much I missed playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. Nice, "season appropriate" weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. The Farmers Market every friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6. Having the sun out every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7. Being so close to the Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8. Lemon Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9. Finding some new music to listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;10. My Humanities class, and all of the awesome things that I get to experience there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&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/681892729339360472-7300734580303871619?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7300734580303871619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7300734580303871619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7300734580303871619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7300734580303871619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-list-june-26.html' title='Happy List - June 26.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-172007206803498412</id><published>2011-06-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:00:10.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Can't Steal Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/22823725_C6JiqNsC_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 642px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/22823725_C6JiqNsC_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happiness is such a good feeling. There are those people that we all know, who no matter what, are always able to have a bright outlook on life. Whatever is thrown their way, they can weather the storm with a smile on their face and the ability to lift up others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love people like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try every day and every day it gets a bit easier, but I hope that one day my friends will think of me as that person.&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/681892729339360472-172007206803498412?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/172007206803498412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=172007206803498412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/172007206803498412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/172007206803498412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/cant-steal-happiness.html' title='Can&apos;t Steal Happiness.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6815329273053102690</id><published>2011-06-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:00:04.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooke white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Jack and White.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On saturday, there was a cool block party down the street and they had some pretty awesome bands so we all went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a new fan of The Brocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, Brooke White is adorable and I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsCrsOOiho/TggPY0gde1I/AAAAAAAABqI/ie_J1JcbIC0/s1600/IMG_2598.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsCrsOOiho/TggPY0gde1I/AAAAAAAABqI/ie_J1JcbIC0/s400/IMG_2598.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622761053858134866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vU8gsXDDIT8/TggCyGYl1RI/AAAAAAAABpo/GLjvzYESVgo/s400/270989_2179479176375_1528777129_32449215_1834538_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622747194502534418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsAaWexlMF8/TggDRXEmkTI/AAAAAAAABqA/hAJELaVAH2g/s1600/IMG_2603.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsAaWexlMF8/TggDRXEmkTI/AAAAAAAABqA/hAJELaVAH2g/s400/IMG_2603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622747731558043954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNU4Mpl1FP0/TggDM7rvwGI/AAAAAAAABp4/aot8B-qNg7E/s1600/IMG_2608.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNU4Mpl1FP0/TggDM7rvwGI/AAAAAAAABp4/aot8B-qNg7E/s400/IMG_2608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622747655486554210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jc1SPX_8dr4/TggC80OLqoI/AAAAAAAABpw/29QmXK2GjBU/s1600/IMG_2613.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jc1SPX_8dr4/TggC80OLqoI/AAAAAAAABpw/29QmXK2GjBU/s400/IMG_2613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622747378605599362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a song from her new collaboration - Jack and White. I'm sure it has to be a play on Jack White, it has to be. Anyways, it was my favorite out of the night - Gemini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ARfTpEa_w-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-6815329273053102690?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6815329273053102690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6815329273053102690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6815329273053102690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6815329273053102690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/jack-and-white.html' title='Jack and White.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsCrsOOiho/TggPY0gde1I/AAAAAAAABqI/ie_J1JcbIC0/s72-c/IMG_2598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8233774940680846297</id><published>2011-06-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:56:22.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>June 26th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJdbQ-XTCW4/TgltADfkvSI/AAAAAAAABqY/dGobivkcg4s/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-27%2Bat%2B11.56.22%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJdbQ-XTCW4/TgltADfkvSI/AAAAAAAABqY/dGobivkcg4s/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-27%2Bat%2B11.56.22%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623145457453940002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy &lt;s&gt;28th&lt;/s&gt; birthday to my mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's weird, birthdays and school. I don't know the next time I'll be home to celebrate anyone's birthday, or to celebrate mine with them. I'm gone in June, October, September, November, and January - all of our birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't feel too bad for her - she's celebrating on a houseboat with our friends this year. Boo hoo.&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/681892729339360472-8233774940680846297?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8233774940680846297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8233774940680846297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8233774940680846297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8233774940680846297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-26th.html' title='June 26th.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJdbQ-XTCW4/TgltADfkvSI/AAAAAAAABqY/dGobivkcg4s/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-27%2Bat%2B11.56.22%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2715610485835816897</id><published>2011-06-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T08:00:05.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say what you want about Rexburg. The sunsets are pretty incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdaHws5lAGY/Tf_nhmm1m9I/AAAAAAAABow/YfQoGAx2odQ/s1600/IMG_2586.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdaHws5lAGY/Tf_nhmm1m9I/AAAAAAAABow/YfQoGAx2odQ/s400/IMG_2586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620465424466811858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CorQgIm02GM/Tf_nTix8CmI/AAAAAAAABoo/Hkg9SQx28eU/s1600/IMG_2588.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CorQgIm02GM/Tf_nTix8CmI/AAAAAAAABoo/Hkg9SQx28eU/s400/IMG_2588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620465182921460322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I didn't even edit these. How bout them apples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/681892729339360472-2715610485835816897?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2715610485835816897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2715610485835816897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2715610485835816897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2715610485835816897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QdaHws5lAGY/Tf_nhmm1m9I/AAAAAAAABow/YfQoGAx2odQ/s72-c/IMG_2586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3044458537823852356</id><published>2011-06-23T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:00:05.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>"You've Tested Positive for Opium."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXjuG5PXyek/TgAI7OYtybI/AAAAAAAABpg/CeijR3yqcUM/s1600/IMG_2590.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXjuG5PXyek/TgAI7OYtybI/AAAAAAAABpg/CeijR3yqcUM/s400/IMG_2590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620502148525443506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made some bread the other day. It was so fantastic, so I thought I'd share the recipe with you. Super easy, even I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Almond Poppy Seed Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 cups - flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/2  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ups - sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon - salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; teaspoons - baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; cups - milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/3&lt;/span&gt; cups - vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; teaspoons - vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons - almond extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons - poppy seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Whisk together the flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder. Add in milk, vegetable oil, eggs, extracts, and poppy seeds and beat for 1 minute. Pour batter into two 9-inch loaf pans sprayed with nonstick cooking spray. Bake for 50-60 minutes or until a skewer poked in the center comes out clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&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/681892729339360472-3044458537823852356?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3044458537823852356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=3044458537823852356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3044458537823852356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3044458537823852356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/youve-tested-positive-for-opium.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ve Tested Positive for Opium.&quot;'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXjuG5PXyek/TgAI7OYtybI/AAAAAAAABpg/CeijR3yqcUM/s72-c/IMG_2590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5094783943979958079</id><published>2011-06-22T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:31:27.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Robyn O'Brien.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rixyrCNVVGA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just watched this, &amp;amp; I think you should too.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take 20 minutes out of your day &amp;amp; listen, maybe while you're preparing dinner.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's really really interesting.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(It's especially interesting to me because I'm just getting into food &amp;amp; cooking, so I think this can help me create good habits for me &amp;amp; my family in the future.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like her. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm not saying she's absolutely right, let's change the system! Because there are facts that I would like to see. But I think a lot of it made sense though. It definitely made me think about food &amp;amp; the way that it's processed, &amp;amp; it made me think about the way that it impacts my life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So even if you don't believe or agree with all of the things she said,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;maybe it can at least get you thinking about food in your own life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-5094783943979958079?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5094783943979958079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5094783943979958079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5094783943979958079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5094783943979958079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/robyn-obrien.html' title='Robyn O&apos;Brien.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rixyrCNVVGA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-20970396895426096</id><published>2011-06-20T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:47:30.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Pond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an overcast day with some cool sights, so Natalie took us to the Duck Pond. I had &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSpSIJLtQWc"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in my head the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io60Kibqg9M/Tf_o6aIGiNI/AAAAAAAABpY/nEVNE97Fh88/s1600/IMG_2562.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io60Kibqg9M/Tf_o6aIGiNI/AAAAAAAABpY/nEVNE97Fh88/s400/IMG_2562.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620466950125029586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;("Why is it called the Duck Pond if there are no ducks?" - For my Who fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRgi4nbYR3k/Tf_o0EUfhvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/QeYPSKdAQAI/s1600/IMG_2569.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NRgi4nbYR3k/Tf_o0EUfhvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/QeYPSKdAQAI/s400/IMG_2569.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620466841192204018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should work on my posture. Like a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKTkW8Hyu80/Tf_ovvMbcgI/AAAAAAAABpI/PFDxC666d9o/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-20%2Bat%2B6.39.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKTkW8Hyu80/Tf_ovvMbcgI/AAAAAAAABpI/PFDxC666d9o/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-20%2Bat%2B6.39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620466766801760770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXvlVdvHMfk/Tf_nwCfWREI/AAAAAAAABo4/g4X4nFDZleg/s1600/IMG_2581.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXvlVdvHMfk/Tf_nwCfWREI/AAAAAAAABo4/g4X4nFDZleg/s400/IMG_2581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620465672469759042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-XW1vnY7fQ/Tf_n3rtz6KI/AAAAAAAABpA/kOBIGtEMhbw/s400/IMG_2573.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620465803795359906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/681892729339360472-20970396895426096?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/20970396895426096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=20970396895426096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/20970396895426096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/20970396895426096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/duck-pond.html' title='Duck Pond.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io60Kibqg9M/Tf_o6aIGiNI/AAAAAAAABpY/nEVNE97Fh88/s72-c/IMG_2562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6671504244841476785</id><published>2011-06-16T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:17:53.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living With Intent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6889807_wbdIbDKW_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6889807_wbdIbDKW_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I was in the temple today and I saw this one guy baptizing a million people and I thought about how tired he must be and these thoughts occurred to me - I wanted to thank him for the work he was doing.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we lived with intent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we really looked someone in the eyes and said, "&lt;i&gt;Thank you&lt;/i&gt;" when they held the door open for us,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and meant it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we approached the girl crying on the steps and asked her, "&lt;i&gt;Are you ok?&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Is there anything I can do?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if there was someone at work or in class, who said something that made you think, and you went up to them and thanked them for their thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we took our dreams and stopped calling them dreams - turning them into goals; into something tangible?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if we were men of our word?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if you approached the person you have quietly admired from afar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;and told them, "&lt;i&gt;I know I don't know you very well, but I care about you. I wish for your happiness every day&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What holds us back? Is it because no one really does these things, and we would be the one that stood out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then be the one that stands out. Be the one that makes others think, or turn their head in surprise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-6671504244841476785?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6671504244841476785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6671504244841476785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6671504244841476785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6671504244841476785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/06/living-with-intent.html' title='Living With Intent.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7673965507800084197</id><published>2011-05-30T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:26:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D&amp;C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/30770906_hjPUvFUP_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 553px; height: 833px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/30770906_hjPUvFUP_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations to my friends, Danny and Caitlin, who got engaged last night. They're a really great couple and I can't wait for their wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-7673965507800084197?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7673965507800084197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7673965507800084197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7673965507800084197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7673965507800084197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/05/d.html' title='D&amp;C.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3707344165622414325</id><published>2011-05-26T18:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:29:08.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>The Fourth Estate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yesterday I got a phone call. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It was one of the best phone calls I've ever gotten.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;A month ago Invisible Children had the 25 Event, and Brianne and I couldn't go. There just wasn't one nearby, and believe me - we tried every way we could. So we did the next best thing and watched the livestream. On the livestream, they announced something called "The Fourth Estate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22782483" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't know much about it, but I went right on and submitted an application.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yesterday, someone from the office called and said that I was accepted to The Fourth Estate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;(Here's a little blurb from the website)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(108, 106, 95); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In August of 2011, we will come together to map out a new revolution. We will discuss impacting public policy, international justice, our role in global humanitarian efforts, effective fundraising, what it means to be an empathic citizen and other relevant topics that will challenge and inspire you. Our goal is to create an educational program custom tailored to your strengths and interests, get to know our most elite supporters on a personal level, and arm you with new and applicable skills in the arenas of your talents. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(108, 106, 95); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(108, 106, 95); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;The application asked all kinds of questions, like "what was your favorite IC event, what's your definition of a global activist, who inspires you, favorite book?" There were 650 spots, and I thought I might have a shot, but it really could have gone either way. And apparently there are four different groups, and I was accepted into the art group!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(108, 106, 95); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6C6A5F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6C6A5F;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The guy who called, Kevin, said that they were really impressed with my application and my passion for IC, and to that everyone at the office loves and misses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I wanted to cry. I miss the office too. I miss being there and spending time with all of those fantastic people. I was walking in the hallway of the math building when I was listening to the voicemail, squealing and wiping away tears. My phone was pressed to my ear, trying to breathe with this astonished look on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(108, 106, 95); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS’', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm sure everyone thought there was something wrong with me, but I don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. 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href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/05/fourth-estate_4496.html' title='The Fourth Estate.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5676002784206525745</id><published>2011-05-22T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:01:27.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this cd is fantastic and fleet foxes are brilliant'/><title type='text'>Helplessness Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://richiestyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/5402.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://richiestyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/5402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is my theme song.&lt;/span&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-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Press play and enjoy.&lt;/span&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-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=25096551&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=25096551&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was raised up believing I was somehow unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I don't, I don't know what that will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll get back to you someday soon you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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: small;"&gt;What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or bow down and be grateful and say "sure, take all that you see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I don't, I don't know who to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll get back to you someday soon you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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: small;"&gt;And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll come back to you someday soon myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you would wait tables and soon run the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someday I'll be like the man on the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-5676002784206525745?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5676002784206525745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5676002784206525745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5676002784206525745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5676002784206525745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/05/helplessness-blues.html' title='Helplessness Blues.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2276632523854262145</id><published>2011-05-19T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:20:16.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying to be better'/><title type='text'>The (Hopeful) Elimination of Fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh8QYqFQ6Xk/TNK7gkNpH5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/StmqE_5K-Do/s1600/expectations+reality.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 416px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh8QYqFQ6Xk/TNK7gkNpH5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/StmqE_5K-Do/s1600/expectations+reality.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like since I've been at college, especially more so this semester, my life has been about facing fears. Fears that I didn't really know that I had; fears that I have been able to sweep under the rug until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the biggest ones happened about two weeks ago, when Brianne and I had a meeting with Senator Risch of Idaho. We were meeting with him on behalf of the &lt;a href="http://www.opencongress.org/bill/111-s1067/show"&gt;LRA Disarmament and Northern Uganda Recovery Act,&lt;/a&gt; which is quite a mouthful, I know. It was passed by Congress and signed by President Obama last year, but this year it is in danger of being cut as Congress tries to create its Budget Plan for 2012. There are many people that care about the Act, and it is something that can really be used to save lives and try to reconstruct the country of Uganda, so we were encouraged to go before our state legislature and ask for their support. They have a power and a position that we don't have, and so we went to Senator Risch to ask him to be an advocate. Luckily, he was already very informed and had previous experience with the Act, so we felt like we received a good response from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we were preparing for the meeting though, we were so nervous. I can't even tell you the kind of pain that I felt in my stomach, and I know Brianne was having the same problem. Here we were, two kids that cared about something so we wanted to convince a man of influence to listen to us and respect us as citizens - and not just kids. It was really scary guys. Really really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the day of our meeting, something happened in one of my classes and because of my teacher, I was able to feel the Spirit and at that moment, I was so filled with peace and comfort. All of my fears went away instantly, and I knew that our meeting was going to go well; I knew that we were going to be ok. All was well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then there's this guy in my class - I think he is really cute and I'd like to get to know him better because he seems awesome. I can't sleep the night before I go to that class and I get so nervous every time I go because I have all of these things that I plan on saying to him. And usually, none of it ever happens. Today I was in class, kind of mad at myself and I started thinking about how much my life is like Tom's from 500 Days of Summer, where I have my expectations, but keep getting discouraged by my reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I get so so scared and then I feel really dumb for the rest of the day. All these things start going through my head like, "why are you freaking out because it's not that big of a deal, why can't you just talk to him ugh you'll be alone forever." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I start thinking about all the things that we would like to do in life but are too afraid to, wether it is because we are afraid of leaving our comfort zone, being embarrassed, or failing.  All these little reasons interfere with our confidence and our happiness. Think of how much could we do if there was no fear. Our potential would know no bounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try every day; sometimes it doesn't work out and sometimes it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyways, that's what I've been working on recently.&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/681892729339360472-2276632523854262145?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2276632523854262145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2276632523854262145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2276632523854262145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2276632523854262145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/05/hopeful-elimination-of-fear.html' title='The (Hopeful) Elimination of Fear.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh8QYqFQ6Xk/TNK7gkNpH5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/StmqE_5K-Do/s72-c/expectations+reality.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5236393770550040692</id><published>2011-05-14T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:12:55.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Fall In Love With Anyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llcxqsZJ9U1qfniyqo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llcxqsZJ9U1qfniyqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see... like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street, and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just saw this posted somewhere and I don't know who said it, but I thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;k it's beautiful. It's how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/681892729339360472-5236393770550040692?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5236393770550040692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5236393770550040692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5236393770550040692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5236393770550040692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-could-fall-in-love-with-anyone.html' title='You Could Fall In Love With Anyone.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8188652241018101352</id><published>2011-04-24T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:14:23.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>It's Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.oprah.com/images/tows/201104/20110413-invisible-children-25-300x205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://static.oprah.com/images/tows/201104/20110413-invisible-children-25-300x205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big day is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brianne and I are especially excited because this event is really really big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to do a lot of really great things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's something that we've both been personally invested in for some time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's really great to see the things that we and several hundred other people have been working on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really happy because I've gotten a few of my roommates to do it, and so has Bri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few by few, we will be silent to spread awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hopefully end the war at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-8188652241018101352?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8188652241018101352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8188652241018101352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8188652241018101352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8188652241018101352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-179603383333889138</id><published>2011-04-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:45:26.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>Humanities Paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YtArsyw7X2E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been a great first week of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy to see my friends again. We're talking like we never left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am so happy to have my Bran Flakes here with me. So so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're working really hard to get the Invisible Children club up and running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just had to write a really hard paper for Humanities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't hard exactly, but we had to write about a difficult experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was crying infront of poor Chadly, as we were both writing papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He's in the class with me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I feel really good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel really hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Watch until 3 min) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-179603383333889138?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/179603383333889138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=179603383333889138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/179603383333889138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/179603383333889138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/04/humanities-paper.html' title='Humanities Paper.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YtArsyw7X2E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2104939011876118637</id><published>2011-04-09T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:10:47.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Little Visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-l7aENgUvw/TaC8tEjKsJI/AAAAAAAABoM/D5yJiScnD7w/s400/DSC_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593678219695534226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to visit with &lt;a href="http://becausethesethingswillchange.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt; at his school yesterday. We were there for a Carl Bloch exhibit and it occurred to me, "OH YEAH, Tim goes to school here!!!" So I texted him and it turned out that he was in the same place that I was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found each other and talked for maybe 20 minutes. I haven't seen him since August. We talked about Invisible Children and the 25 event and how we were so excited to go. Brianne and I are trying really hard of a way to go, but the closest one to us is 600 miles. Then he talked a little bit about his mission, and his plans to start a non profit organization. He had been doubting himself in the past, but this speaker came to his school, and talked about how we can't wait for a convenient time to do what we want. And I agree. We're all just so impatient, we want to do everything right now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to see the things that we all will do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/681892729339360472-2104939011876118637?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2104939011876118637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2104939011876118637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2104939011876118637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2104939011876118637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/04/nice-little-visit.html' title='A Nice Little Visit.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-l7aENgUvw/TaC8tEjKsJI/AAAAAAAABoM/D5yJiScnD7w/s72-c/DSC_0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6532007895421709090</id><published>2011-04-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T08:00:10.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>BBQ Over Yonder-Schonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we went out to the Schonders house to watch Conference and have a BBQ. I love going to their house - it's so beautiful. And I love their company. Our families have been friends for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jy49DphHsA/TZlX-2FNGmI/AAAAAAAABn8/A07wetr5p1I/s1600/photo-17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jy49DphHsA/TZlX-2FNGmI/AAAAAAAABn8/A07wetr5p1I/s400/photo-17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597149538032226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/197503_1672877787795_1412937444_31397801_7759880_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG__rI8giOw/TZlX-kS1EgI/AAAAAAAABn0/_otG1ecJEV4/s1600/photo-26.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CG__rI8giOw/TZlX-kS1EgI/AAAAAAAABn0/_otG1ecJEV4/s400/photo-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597144763339266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXVovTw7Peo/TZlX-biyHqI/AAAAAAAABns/kTtJgvxSY0Y/s1600/photo-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXVovTw7Peo/TZlX-biyHqI/AAAAAAAABns/kTtJgvxSY0Y/s400/photo-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597142414335650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHpSpBd8m8I/TZlX-CZzAPI/AAAAAAAABnk/X_sTCus9Njc/s1600/photo-11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHpSpBd8m8I/TZlX-CZzAPI/AAAAAAAABnk/X_sTCus9Njc/s400/photo-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597135665758450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys and I like to roam around their property. They have some good trees for climbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlwzPYJdNBc/TZlX93WFqZI/AAAAAAAABnc/4cxkvHgdr70/s1600/photo-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlwzPYJdNBc/TZlX93WFqZI/AAAAAAAABnc/4cxkvHgdr70/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591597132697414034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_A365syVkFA/TZlSeoYbn1I/AAAAAAAABnM/MnWr8pIOe28/s400/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591591098546626386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsnPH3dI_zE/TZlSe3Ga4YI/AAAAAAAABnU/eFI7JaeFFAE/s1600/photo-18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsnPH3dI_zE/TZlSe3Ga4YI/AAAAAAAABnU/eFI7JaeFFAE/s400/photo-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591591102497612162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-6532007895421709090?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6532007895421709090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6532007895421709090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6532007895421709090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6532007895421709090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/04/bbq-over-yonder-schonder.html' title='BBQ Over Yonder-Schonder.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jy49DphHsA/TZlX-2FNGmI/AAAAAAAABn8/A07wetr5p1I/s72-c/photo-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6735727911045756910</id><published>2011-04-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:28:47.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spending time with family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='southern california'/><title type='text'>Spring Break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I'll stick around. Thanks for expressing concern, Natali and Tim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys made my heart warm and fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a lot of driving this week. On wednesday, Benn had a lacrosse game in Orange County. Luckily, our favorite place to eat is also there. We will find any excuse to go to Cafe Rio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk4NXfrhLjw/TZic5cA7TJI/AAAAAAAABm8/tLgcBnwdyPI/s1600/IMG_2435.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk4NXfrhLjw/TZic5cA7TJI/AAAAAAAABm8/tLgcBnwdyPI/s400/IMG_2435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391447967026322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday we tried out a new beach - Moonlight State Beach, down in Encinitas. It was so much nicer than the one we usually go to, and it was the most beautiful perfect day. We all got sunburned, but it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm0U9j-U_W8/TZicejCwUSI/AAAAAAAABmc/gwk5rdmr14g/s1600/IMG_2477.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm0U9j-U_W8/TZicejCwUSI/AAAAAAAABmc/gwk5rdmr14g/s400/IMG_2477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591390985997275426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2zyXUk7vJE/TZicfFTKxTI/AAAAAAAABmk/RMdl5Y3Jsog/s400/IMG_2482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591390995192923442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z1_PyfY4tA/TZiceS9M0wI/AAAAAAAABmU/K5kJyN3Ties/s1600/IMG_2455.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z1_PyfY4tA/TZiceS9M0wI/AAAAAAAABmU/K5kJyN3Ties/s1600/IMG_2455.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5z1_PyfY4tA/TZiceS9M0wI/AAAAAAAABmU/K5kJyN3Ties/s400/IMG_2455.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591390981679010562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then on Friday, we met Lovely Noni at Irvine Spectrum and went shopping. She spoils me every time. We took a road home through the mountains. It was really wind-ey but once we got to the other side, it opened up and we saw the lake and it was really beautiful. So we pulled over and looked out at the view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTRMjZywNuI/TZic5sjk37I/AAAAAAAABnE/hbgYPLl_8GE/s400/IMG_2491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391452407324594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBSxReb54sQ/TZicgJMVkAI/AAAAAAAABm0/hgM0L_LbdsU/s400/IMG_2485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591391013417881602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/681892729339360472-6735727911045756910?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6735727911045756910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6735727911045756910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6735727911045756910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6735727911045756910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk4NXfrhLjw/TZic5cA7TJI/AAAAAAAABm8/tLgcBnwdyPI/s72-c/IMG_2435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4792380151803461075</id><published>2011-03-20T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:35:40.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like deleting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really really feel like deleting this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lie5uca0P31qhhwyyo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also, has anyone seen the trailer for The Tree of Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'll be stalking that movie until it comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And long after it wins many oscars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-4792380151803461075?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4792380151803461075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4792380151803461075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4792380151803461075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4792380151803461075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/03/feelings-and-such.html' title='Feelings and such.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7249298007312604854</id><published>2011-03-05T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:33:32.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><title type='text'>If It Is of Any Interest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6897743_VHyqKyTF_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 382px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6894706_4nysuqJI_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 358px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6933974_zMf1EV3e_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6933974_zMf1EV3e_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/7043983_j9XfME2G_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6889807_wbdIbDKW_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6889807_wbdIbDKW_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/sweetpea_lexie/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/sweetpea_lexie/"&gt;I am now on pinterest.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Hailee and Cate rocked it at the Oscars. They were the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/hailee-steinfeld-oscars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 620px;" src="http://robotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/hailee-steinfeld-oscars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashionlvr.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Oscars2011RedCarpetCateBlanchettGivenchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 630px; height: 594px;" src="http://fashionlvr.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Oscars2011RedCarpetCateBlanchettGivenchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-7249298007312604854?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7249298007312604854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7249298007312604854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7249298007312604854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7249298007312604854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-it-is-of-any-interest.html' title='If It Is of Any Interest...'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6032769959902425259</id><published>2011-03-02T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:10:09.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='even though it&apos;s not monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Mondays'/><title type='text'>Wednesday playlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6890300_IP0BYe21_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 416px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/6890300_IP0BYe21_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I Was Made For Sunny Days - The Weepies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 2 Atoms In a Molecule - Noah and the Whale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Please Come Home - Dustin Kensrue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He Doesn't Know Why - Fleet Foxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Brand New Colony - Ben Gibbard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Lake Michigan - Rogue Wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Oversleeping - I'm From Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Skinny Love - Bon Iver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Now We Can See - The Thermals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Valerie - Mark Ronson (ft. a sober Amy Winehouse)&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/681892729339360472-6032769959902425259?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6032769959902425259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6032769959902425259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6032769959902425259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6032769959902425259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/03/1.html' title='Wednesday playlist.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5771774146992873293</id><published>2011-02-26T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:55:13.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somewhat crippling fear of social encounters'/><title type='text'>Awkberg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh91jz3tgw1qcpxafo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh91jz3tgw1qcpxafo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, there's this thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in which I am afraid/nervous/threatened of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone really, no one in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I haven't realized it until lately, but I think it's definitely gotten worse since I've been on break, at home from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be in any situation, walking down the street or driving in the car, and someone will be coming my way. For whatever reason, it's really hard for me to look them in the eye. It could be an old dude. It could be a girl my age. I'm sure they all think I'm stuck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the biggest reason is because if I acknowledge people, there is a chance that a conversation can take place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not very good at those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not that I don't care about the person I'm talking to, but I don't care for small talk, and normal questions like "How is your (insert interests here)?" or "Whatever happened to (insert situations here)?" never occur to me. They don't even cross my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S. TERRIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really, I just feel awkward all the time. It's a confidence thing, I'm sure. I could be making plans to hang out with one of my best friends, and I'll start to feel some anxiety beforehand. It never fails to amaze me - that I still feel this way with people that know me better than anyone. I'm fine when I'm with them, but the thought of setting apart time to hang out? Freaks me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to be outgoing and sometimes it works. Maybe no one knows I struggle with this, and I'm just fooling them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an actor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to say that I'm pretending to be someone I'm not, but I try to work on the parts of me that are obviously lacking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all about growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-5771774146992873293?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5771774146992873293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5771774146992873293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5771774146992873293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5771774146992873293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/awkberg.html' title='Awkberg.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2902799623415688540</id><published>2011-02-19T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:38:49.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>25.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20031808?byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="500" height="325" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Warning - there are a few brief "rough spots.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They just released this the other day. I thought it did a great job updating everyone about what is happening in the Congo, and this is probably a weird thing to notice, but I thought the cinematography was really great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, now I can finally talk about what we've been up to whilst volunteering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time that we've been, we've been working on stuff for this &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/25"&gt;&lt;i&gt;25&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;event. It's going to be big, and they had a lot for us to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&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="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_iMwzYJJc4/TWAInCVq12I/AAAAAAAABlM/XE9RZrD9PUo/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-19%2Bat%2B10.14.09%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575465805420353378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 336px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; What we have been working on mostly, is these necklaces, which are to be worn leading up to the event. They have pieces of paper in them that encourage others to help end a 25 year old war. Haha can I just tell you about how tired I am of seeing these things? But I had a really cool thought though, as we were sorting and separating. I kept thinking about all of the people who are going to buy these and how many of them I have touched, and then I got chills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&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="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I signed up and created a &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://ic.stayclassy.org/member/ic-fundraising?fcid=3550"&gt;fundraising page&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and I'm thinking of different things to do to earn $25. I haven't decided yet, but I'm really excited. I'll keep you all posted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-2902799623415688540?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2902799623415688540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2902799623415688540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2902799623415688540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2902799623415688540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/25.html' title='25.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_iMwzYJJc4/TWAInCVq12I/AAAAAAAABlM/XE9RZrD9PUo/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-19%2Bat%2B10.14.09%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1501670560784446836</id><published>2011-02-12T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:18:34.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invisible children'/><title type='text'>A Day of Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(written two days ago, on thursday, February 10th.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I will tell you a story about a girl who, after many uneventful days was teetering on the edge of absolute boredom, loneliness, and maybe even insanity. (*Dramatization provided for effect.) The point is: she was home on her "summer vacation" from school and had no one to hang out with, and nothing to do. And she needed to change that, quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That girl, if you cannot guess, is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until one day my best friend, Brianne, texted me to say that she and another friend, Emilee, were going to volunteer at the &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/"&gt;Invisible Children&lt;/a&gt; headquarters in San Deigo, and would I like to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been a supporter of Invisible Children for a couple of years now, and I told her of course I would. I had tried to go a few times before, but it never worked out until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We headed down, and I could hardly contain my excitement. At last, I was finally going! I felt like a little kid at Disneyland for the first time, and Brianne and Emilee were my guardians, showing me the way. They knew people, people that we admire, and they were excited to introduce them to me. We got there and I was introduced to their friend and the office manager, Faith. She was so sweet and greeted us all, and offered to take us on a tour, since it was my first time. She took us into the next room, where maybe 40 people were all on the phone, sitting in front of their laptops. "Guys!" she called out, interrupting their calls, "This is Emilee, Brianne, and Fresca (long story) and they're here to volunteer for us today." Then there was an eruption of sound as they all cheered and whooped and clapped for us. I looked out at their smiling faces, feeling like a celebrity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a way to start off your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v5205/71/76/23210853/n23210853_36490994_638257.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Faith - that place couldn't run without her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She showed us the gong that they ring every time they book a screening at a school or church, and the warehouse, and the art department which is nicknamed "Narnia" - no one is supposed to go in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met some really important people. I met &lt;a href="http://www.notforsalecampaign.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Jason-Russell-IC.jpg"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;, one of the co-founders, and tried not to pass out from excitement, (AND we got to hang out with him and his little girl, Everley, who is THEE cutest little girl ever) and then I met &lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/72256_444297131178_509466178_5898897_1282635_n.jpg"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt;, the CEO, and &lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v189/43/61/1039860041/n1039860041_30068746_7386.jpg"&gt;Russell&lt;/a&gt;, who is the warehouse manager, and &lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/4825_513379103388_138701083_30439063_3633294_n.jpg"&gt;Jedidiah,&lt;/a&gt; who does a million + one things, and also happens to be the nicest guy, maybe ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could feel the energy in the air. Faith told us that everyone was really energetic because they had just picked up the Ugandans from the airport yesterday. They were in the office today filming and getting ready for the upcoming tour. We got to meet some of them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs377.snc4/45972_591459703420_56904186_34137590_3691432_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 340px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are some Roadies hard at work trying to book screenings at schools or churches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we did that, Faith put us to work. She had us work on a project for their upcoming Spring Tour, which I don't think has been announced yet, so I won't either. But we were essentially sorting these little boxes from their lids. And it wasn't hard, but there were 12,000 of them. We had help from various people around the office, but we got that all done in a couple of hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here comes my favorite part, which makes me want to sigh and braid daisies into my hair. I hope I have the right words to convey to you, what this felt like, and what it meant to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had set up shop in the main lobby, so we were kind of right in the middle of everything. As we were sorting these boxes, all the people walking by, and I &lt;i&gt;mean every single one&lt;/i&gt; of them either smiled at us, or gave us encouraging words. "You guys are seriously rock stars...Thank you so much for this...How are you so amazing?" These were the kinds of comments we got, from people passing by as we sat there working. And it was so great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came to the conclusion that it was maybe physically impossible for any of them to not smile, or say something nice. It would be absolutely out of the ordinary, almost unnatural, for them. Because they are outgoing and friendly and all the things that I wish I could be. They all really were the nicest people and they made us feel so so welcome, and I can't gush over them enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we were done with that, Faith came over and gave us each a finished product of the thing that we had been working on. (Sorry that I have to be so vague.) As she was giving them to us, she told us that she was so happy that we had come to do this, because she was starting to worry about it not getting done in time. Then she told us that we were pretty much the first people to get this, &lt;i&gt;thing, &lt;/i&gt;besides the girl in the art department who designed them. They're going to sell them in a couple of months, and not only were we getting them as gifts, but we were the first three people in the world to get one? My heart was just blowing up like a balloon then, getting bigger and bigger until it might just pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later, Faith had us go down to the Warehouse, where we talked to Russell. He had us sort &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/mend"&gt;Mend bags&lt;/a&gt;, which are made from women in Uganda, to provide them with jobs. We made friends with one of the guys working as an intern down in the warehouse, named Randy. He told us that he was happy to meet people his age, because everyone else was a bit older than him. We talked and became friends with him as we sorted the bags. Then, Faith found me in the hallway as I was filling up a waterbottle. She told me that there was going to be an important meeting at 6:00, and she wanted us to sit in. I told her oh my gosh of course! and went downstairs to tell Brianne and Emilee. I even invited Randy because he said he never gets invited to those things. At 6, we all went upstairs to the conference room. Everyone filed in, bringing a folding chair with them. Different people offered to get us chairs too, but it felt like it was asking too much. I was so honored to even be asked to stay for a meeting. We were content, leaning against the wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jedidiah talked for a minute, and introduced a "very good friend of his, who has been involved with Invisible Children for many years now." And from out of the crowd comes Kristen Bell! Here, to talk to them, and we got to experience it too! I was so excited, because I've known about her involvement. She told us about her recent trip to Africa last October, and what kind of experience that was for her. She talked for about 10 minutes, but the thing that I took from it was that a. the people working here are great people and they're doing good things, just because it's the right thing to do. And b. that experiences like this allow you to kind of "zoom out" like a camera, out of yourself, and even your own little world. I was beaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/21934_638505238453_23210853_37731902_5348622_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/21934_638505238453_23210853_37731902_5348622_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 353px; " /&gt;&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;Then we said goodbye to Faith and some of the other people there. They kept thanking us over and over again, and I could only thank them in return.  They really made me feel like I was apart of their team, even though it was my first time, and I was just a volunteer. I had great thanks in my heart, for even letting us have an opportunity to come and do little things for them, and meet people that I really admire, and grateful for the insight and love that I experienced. It really made me think about things, about things that I want to do, and things I want to be. I walked out of the building feeling like I was in love with the whole world, and I'm pretty sure I started singing. I didn't stop smiling the whole day, because I couldn't contain my joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm going back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-1501670560784446836?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1501670560784446836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1501670560784446836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1501670560784446836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1501670560784446836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-of-happiness.html' title='A Day of Happiness.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4682708414370304923</id><published>2011-02-04T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:28:27.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='even though it&apos;s not monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Mondays'/><title type='text'>Friday Playlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TUxEZvuKAoI/AAAAAAAABk8/3wuC7XVdSK0/s1600/tumblr_ldcve5K0S91qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TUxEZvuKAoI/AAAAAAAABk8/3wuC7XVdSK0/s400/tumblr_ldcve5K0S91qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569902048247939714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Did You See the Words - Animal Collective&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Fake Palindromes - Andrew Bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Postcards From Italy - Beirut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Painter - I'm From Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pulling On A Line - Great Lake Swimmers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Location - Freelance Whales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Australia - The Shins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Janglin - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'd Rather Dance With You - Kings of Convenience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Us - Regina Spektor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?u8o54dspuoxwvr8"&gt;Download Here&lt;/a&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/681892729339360472-4682708414370304923?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4682708414370304923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4682708414370304923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4682708414370304923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4682708414370304923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-playlist.html' title='Friday Playlist.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TUxEZvuKAoI/AAAAAAAABk8/3wuC7XVdSK0/s72-c/tumblr_ldcve5K0S91qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4045279278689059745</id><published>2011-02-01T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:16:52.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carey mulligan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew garfield'/><title type='text'>Never Let Me Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfz996m9mT1qzao9ko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 600px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfz996m9mT1qzao9ko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been a big fan of Andrew Garfield as of late, and have been watching a few of his movies to soak up the all the fantastic things that he emanates through his acting. One of those movies was one I've been wanting to see for a really long time (that Carey Mulligan is actually in too, I've been a big fan of hers for a while.) It's a movie based on a book, called Never Let Me Go. I was super lucky to find an edited version to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(110, 113, 115); line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, 'helvetica neue', helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was so…I don’t even know. Fascinating, beautiful, horrible, unfair, heartbreaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I knew the “secret” going in, so it wasn’t a big shock to me. I wonder how that would have changed my perspective…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the whole time at the beginning, I was just watching these beautiful lovely kids who are being raised for this horrible reason, I think. I know they were taken care of, but they didn’t have the love of a proper mother or father, they had no family. They had to become each others family, leaning into another for support and guidance. And when they are told, at such a young age, that they only have one purpose in life? It broke my heart to think that they would never have the opportunity to be ambitious, to want to do something for themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It really makes you appreciate the value of your own life, and the freedoms that we have, the things that we can choose to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was upset when I found out what Ruth did. I can understand, but it could have meant so much more time for Tommy and Kathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn’t really cry as much as I thought I would…it really started when Tommy and Kathy go to try and get a deferral. Even before it happened, the way he was always grabbing on to her hand, even if they broke loose for a second, he would always find his way back and their fingers were laced in each others. I started crying then because I think that’s the love that everyone wants to find, and at that moment I physically felt my heart ache and I felt more lonely that I probably ever have. I envied their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After that it was a pretty steady stream of tears, especially with the car scene. I got chills. Andrew was fantastic, he really was. And how Carey’s character was so strong, so dependable and patient. I couldn’t have done what she was able to do, for the ending scene. I could never be that brave, and for that, I admire her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overall it was really, a beautiful movie. I thought the acting was done so, so well. The cast was perfect for these roles.The I’ve wanted to see it since I saw the previews, however long ago, but I’ve been at war with myself, wondering if it wasn’t worth watching because it would be too hard? It was hard, yes, and to me, it was worth watching. But I like these kinds of movies, the ones that make you think. &lt;/span&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/681892729339360472-4045279278689059745?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4045279278689059745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4045279278689059745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4045279278689059745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4045279278689059745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-let-me-go.html' title='Never Let Me Go.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7101447884750033695</id><published>2011-01-25T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:49:53.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tangled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapunzel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Punzie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TT7vvEbjB6I/AAAAAAAABkA/25_7nJmS9p0/s1600/Rapunzel-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TT7vvEbjB6I/AAAAAAAABkA/25_7nJmS9p0/s400/Rapunzel-final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566149781398685602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot that I hadn't posted this; I watched Tangled for the first time, a little while ago, and of course I absolutely LOVED it! I thought it was cute and funny and the animation really blew me away, it was so beautiful! They had the brilliant &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glen_Keane"&gt;Glen Keane&lt;/a&gt; as animating director, so he approached the project with fantastic detail, I thought. At least, the human interaction, and their movements. So so great, I can't get over it. So then I had to draw Rapunzel. I love her! Can we all just agree that she's my new favorite princess? Agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-7101447884750033695?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7101447884750033695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7101447884750033695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7101447884750033695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7101447884750033695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/01/punzie.html' title='Punzie.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TT7vvEbjB6I/AAAAAAAABkA/25_7nJmS9p0/s72-c/Rapunzel-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8914219939918253127</id><published>2011-01-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:32:42.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Have Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/THgFeKwSxsI/AAAAAAAABbc/p766g0i84Fw/s1600/vdcvcew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Today was really great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I watched something that was…life changing, to say the least. It was sobering, and helped me realize something that I’ve been unconsciously denying for almost 10 years now. I watched a video of this girls life, and realized that it was mine, down to a T, down to the last detail. I saw how her life and her confidence in herself improved, and I wanted that part to be me too, so badly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;So I felt like I had a change in my heart that was different than all the other times, more sincere, more focused and determined, to overcome all odds and do the seemingly impossible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I have so much hope in my heart now, so much love for the world and its beauty and the things that I can accomplish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-8914219939918253127?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8914219939918253127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8914219939918253127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8914219939918253127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8914219939918253127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-was-really-great.html' title='To Have Hope.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/THgFeKwSxsI/AAAAAAAABbc/p766g0i84Fw/s72-c/vdcvcew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4200668411277111698</id><published>2011-01-17T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:30:33.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Sharpie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dianna-agron.com/photos/albums/shoots/037/normal_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://dianna-agron.com/photos/albums/shoots/037/normal_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I must say, I am trying to live my life with a sharpie marker approach. You can’t erase the strokes you’ve made, but each step is much bolder and more deliberate." - Dianna Agron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;(I seriously love her so much. A big idol of mine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-4200668411277111698?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4200668411277111698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4200668411277111698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4200668411277111698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4200668411277111698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/01/sharpie.html' title='Sharpie.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8281103181575846096</id><published>2011-01-02T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:02:47.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TSFKPADxPJI/AAAAAAAABj4/15fhwZIyHTQ/s1600/spencenestgfairy005c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TSFKPADxPJI/AAAAAAAABj4/15fhwZIyHTQ/s400/spencenestgfairy005c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557805036726205586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whelp, I've been home for almost two weeks now. It's an interesting thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent Christmas in OC at Noni &amp;amp; Papa's house. Kelly got to be there. She &amp;amp; I flew in to Long Beach last monday. We had a nice, low key Christmas at her house. I got some cute boots that my mom had. I liked hers so much, that she got me my own pair. And then I got some cute clothes from H&amp;amp;M. Success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been weird being home. At first, it was like...when you go to your grandmas house. You know where things are, but you don't really live there, you just know it really well. Does that make sense? It was like that for the first couple days. But now it feels like I never left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which may or may not be a good thing. I don't want to forget all of my friends at school. I feel like they were the people I was waiting for my whole life. All those years in high school, when I cared very little about the people I was "friends" with; these people are so different. I love them dearly. But I don't want to settle in my old ways, before I left school. And I got into some habits that I'm not too fond of when I was at school. So it will be nice to work those all out for this very long break that I have. I know what I want to do, just...I need to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers to new beginnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-8281103181575846096?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8281103181575846096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8281103181575846096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8281103181575846096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8281103181575846096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-vacation.html' title='A Long Vacation.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TSFKPADxPJI/AAAAAAAABj4/15fhwZIyHTQ/s72-c/spencenestgfairy005c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8260774854771827370</id><published>2010-12-24T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:28:33.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Dirty Gold and the Accidental Mens Room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TRRY2zCTXYI/AAAAAAAABjk/1mc778KpIaA/s1600/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TRRY2zCTXYI/AAAAAAAABjk/1mc778KpIaA/s400/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554161938890710402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's my latest obsession...Dirty Gold. These two guys, John and Lincoln, and their friend started DG earlier this year, and have become pretty much overnight sensations. We actually know them - our dads work together. I've gotten hit in the head with one of their lacrosse balls at a company BBQ, so that's pretty cool, if you want a fangirl story. We went down to their show in San Deigo and saw them play at the Che Cafe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We first get there and I have to go, so I look around and walk into what I THOUGHT was a bathroom and I go in...Oh, it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a bathroom. A guys bathroom. With graffiti &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; over the walls; I can't even see paint. I guess the urinal should have tipped me off, but I said to myself, "You know what, this is a weird place. I wouldn't put it past them to have a unisex bathroom." So I'm in there, and I hear a guy come in, unzipping. "OH CRAP!" I think to myself, and I pick my purse off the floor in case someone looks. Luckily I am wearing white converse, which are pretty gender neutral, I would say, so I'm safe there. But how do I get out?! I listen and wait for him to leave, and then I run out like the freakin dickens, hoping that any other guys didn't walk in. And then I literally ran into a girl, and she saw where I was, so I'm sure she went and told all her friends about the psycho-be girl running around in the guys bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hilarious; good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, they played a great set. They've only got a few songs, but considering how new on the scene they are - &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt; acceptable. Good for them. I would classify them in the like, Vampire Weekend/Surfer Blood genre. Really laid back, just making you wish it was June 12th at the beach kind of music. These guys are going places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one of my favorite songs of theirs, Sea Hare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aknUvqKlpc4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aknUvqKlpc4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, their most popular song, California Sunrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLTEPzKRa-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLTEPzKRa-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-8260774854771827370?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8260774854771827370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8260774854771827370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8260774854771827370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8260774854771827370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/12/dirty-gold-and-vandalized-room.html' title='Dirty Gold and the Accidental Mens Room.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TRRY2zCTXYI/AAAAAAAABjk/1mc778KpIaA/s72-c/IMG_2346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1048242578358305592</id><published>2010-12-19T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:16:17.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Scarlet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let me tell you about a little girl. Her name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearscarlet.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Scarlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. She's three, and she has adventures while living with her mom. Her dad had to go off for the Air Force, and one of the things that I like most is how they still find beauty in each day, even though they miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l02q4pyf1e1qzdf50o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 467px; height: 700px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l02q4pyf1e1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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:small;"&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:small;"&gt;Here are some of my favorite posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6huj7AYLL1qzdf50o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6huj7AYLL1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Scarlet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You illuminate everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8gnvsloGc1qzdf50o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8gnvsloGc1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Scarlet,&lt;br /&gt;This is what this summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em   style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background- border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; have looked like. But, sometimes you have to eat all the crappy cereal to get to the prize at the bottom of the box. We’ll have another bowl tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6po0vjL6h1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Scarlet,&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy how much you look like your father sometimes. Today when I was putting you down to nap,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you were tugging on my ear like you always do before sleeping. I’m just flat on my back while staring at the ceiling and being depressed. You literally looked up at my face and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em   style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background- border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“You’re the best momma ever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It made my day. Thank you for little things like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5xxj2fv0B1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Scarlet,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are honestly are my sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4pc3qiwWO1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Scarlet,&lt;br /&gt;I know all this is hard for you to understand. It hurts for me to see you get all quiet and weird when talking to your dad because I know that you just can’t comprehend why he is off existing somewhere without you. Tonight you were a little better about it, compared to the first two times, but I am hoping you will understand once we go see him and you realize that he’s off doing something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em   style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; us, not being gone because he wants to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em   style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; us.  I just put you to bed and you are screaming for him. I hope you never remember this part of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzrqo0SKcd1qzdf50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear Scarlet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We went down to the Mississippi today to look at how high the water has gotten. I never knew true fearlessness until I met you. I hope you don’t outgrow this. I like having a daughter who isn’t afraid to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/681892729339360472-1048242578358305592?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1048242578358305592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1048242578358305592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1048242578358305592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1048242578358305592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-scarlet.html' title='Dear Scarlet.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5201485915509625081</id><published>2010-12-18T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:06:47.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fall Semester 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/480618088929"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/480618088929" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because those of you that know me know that I like making little videos. All my best friends, in my first semester of college. I'm sincerely depressed since we've all left. Saying goodbye is one of the worst things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if I could sum up this fantastic experience in two minutes...enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-5201485915509625081?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5201485915509625081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5201485915509625081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5201485915509625081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5201485915509625081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/12/fall-semester-2010.html' title='Fall Semester 2010.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6214333985779781290</id><published>2010-12-13T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:19:12.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TQaoX1dH_cI/AAAAAAAABjc/3v3RoHRbfHM/s1600/30727_454441719740_799739740_5916819_5217721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TQaoX1dH_cI/AAAAAAAABjc/3v3RoHRbfHM/s400/30727_454441719740_799739740_5916819_5217721_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550308718220410306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys. Robert, (not so much, I could only handle him for short periods of time [Sorry Robert]) Tyler, and Dylan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Most all of my fondest memories of senior year were because of english class. I loved those kids dearly. It was a place where this big, eclectic group of kids could come together. I felt like I belonged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think an IB reunion is in the works over Christmas break. I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-6214333985779781290?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6214333985779781290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6214333985779781290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6214333985779781290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6214333985779781290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/12/boys.html' title='Boys.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TQaoX1dH_cI/AAAAAAAABjc/3v3RoHRbfHM/s72-c/30727_454441719740_799739740_5916819_5217721_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2997821572315879330</id><published>2010-12-06T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:24:18.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Logan Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TP01g2f-lWI/AAAAAAAABjU/GdJit8shihY/s1600/DSC_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TP01g2f-lWI/AAAAAAAABjU/GdJit8shihY/s400/DSC_0462.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547649154492044642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TP01bzKE6_I/AAAAAAAABjM/G3B-f9Vyx0w/s1600/DSC_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TP01bzKE6_I/AAAAAAAABjM/G3B-f9Vyx0w/s400/DSC_0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547649067695533042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Thanksgiving we went down to Logan, UT to see our "cousins" and to spend time with them. I say "cousins" because they are in no way related to me by blood, but I've known them my whole life. We continued our Thanksgiving morning tradition by going to Ihop. That was really nice because it's been a while since we were able to do that together, living so far away. It was really nice to them, but more than that, it was nice to see my family. It was interesting to see how quickly we could get back into our old ways, as if I hadn't ever left at all. Good and bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm back at school with two weeks left. Trying to get back into the swing of things, resulting in unsuccessful attempts. This week is going to absolutely suck and I don't want it to happen at all. I'd rather spend time with my friends, before we all leave for four months. Plus it is slushing outside and I haven't seen the sun in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-2997821572315879330?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2997821572315879330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2997821572315879330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2997821572315879330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2997821572315879330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/12/logan-thanksgiving.html' title='A Logan Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TP01g2f-lWI/AAAAAAAABjU/GdJit8shihY/s72-c/DSC_0462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7119819469049021128</id><published>2010-11-22T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:29:58.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOte2_zbEoI/AAAAAAAABjE/1kxPEaEOBi0/s1600/il_430xN.140515116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOte2_zbEoI/AAAAAAAABjE/1kxPEaEOBi0/s400/il_430xN.140515116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542628065342591618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I just spent the week on the ocean and in the Caribbean, seeing all kinds of wonderful, beautiful things in new, exciting places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm back at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I think that home is a lot more beautiful then we sometimes give it credit for&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&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-style: normal; "&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-style: normal;"&gt;-Brianne B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&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-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-7119819469049021128?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7119819469049021128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7119819469049021128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7119819469049021128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7119819469049021128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/11/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOte2_zbEoI/AAAAAAAABjE/1kxPEaEOBi0/s72-c/il_430xN.140515116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4174596648529345553</id><published>2010-11-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:43:28.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Trio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOiRn2np2PI/AAAAAAAABi8/ur5Za__kwqo/s400/trio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541839455342156018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The dorms were so empty last night. It was like a ghost-town, and it was really eerie. Kelsi and I sat around for 5 hours not saying anything to each other. We weren't mad or anything, there just wasn't anything to say. We missed the group dynamic. We missed all of our friends, who had gone home already.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we left school for Grandma's house. Mike took Rachel and I in the truck because it was snowing like crazy. We cleaned Grandma and Grandpa's house really good and have been laying around since. I drew my Harry, Ron, and Hermione with my tablet because there was nothing to do, and I'm pretty happy with the way they turned out. It took a few tries and some different styles to get it to look around where I wanted it to look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-4174596648529345553?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4174596648529345553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4174596648529345553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4174596648529345553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4174596648529345553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='My Favorite Trio.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOiRn2np2PI/AAAAAAAABi8/ur5Za__kwqo/s72-c/trio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1547092632938191046</id><published>2010-11-19T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:42:14.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Mark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOcZqYP_-ZI/AAAAAAAABi0/JvqkSuociQY/s1600/IMG_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOcZqYP_-ZI/AAAAAAAABi0/JvqkSuociQY/s400/IMG_2243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541426082357442962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOcYuYrmo9I/AAAAAAAABik/f9lOvsdGbYk/s400/IMG_2242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541425051681072082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Last night Madisen and I went to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I have loved Harry Potter since it first came out and my dad would read the books to me before bed. This was my first midnight showing. It was really great because all the real fans were there, all dressed up like the characters. Some people had a booth set up and were drawing Dark Marks on everyone's arm, like the books. We had really great seats. I cried 6 individual times, but there was a constant stream of tears throughout the night. I feel so close to these characters. Harry Potter was my childhood. I thought it was fan-freaking-tastic. I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Mom, please don't tell the Travellers I saw it early. I couldn't wait.&lt;/span&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/681892729339360472-1547092632938191046?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1547092632938191046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1547092632938191046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1547092632938191046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1547092632938191046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/11/dark-mark.html' title='Dark Mark.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOcZqYP_-ZI/AAAAAAAABi0/JvqkSuociQY/s72-c/IMG_2243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4866938144866220819</id><published>2010-11-17T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:59:30.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Kitchen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOTAkQczIfI/AAAAAAAABh8/oSzzNl84lXk/s1600/1117002242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOTAkQczIfI/AAAAAAAABh8/oSzzNl84lXk/s400/1117002242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540765170696135154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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-family:'courier new';"&gt;Teaching Chadly how to play the guitar. Chadly is my college-brother, and I'll probably just refer to him as my brother from now on. He lives at our house. Pretty much. The only reason that he goes home is to sleep, but if that was allowed, he'd stay here all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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-family:'courier new';"&gt;I've been teaching a lot of my friends some chords lately and I'm worried that soon they'll catch up to me. I'm not a guitar player, I just like playing the guitar. I don't know a lot but I really really enjoy playing. He's learning how to play Coldplay's "Yellow" for Kelsi, and it is super cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/681892729339360472-4866938144866220819?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4866938144866220819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4866938144866220819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4866938144866220819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4866938144866220819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-kitchen.html' title='In the Kitchen.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TOTAkQczIfI/AAAAAAAABh8/oSzzNl84lXk/s72-c/1117002242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6967108330918355154</id><published>2010-11-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:05:46.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Bathtub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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-family:'courier new';"&gt;I think I like this. Posting a little blurb everyday. After the style of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://miloissweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Delighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;, because I do enjoy her. So I'm gonna try and do that, good or bad. More good than bad though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TORx1kDchnI/AAAAAAAABhU/SczD2RoH5xk/s1600/1117001635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TORx1kDchnI/AAAAAAAABhU/SczD2RoH5xk/s400/1117001635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540678606597686898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Today I was not having a good day so I sat in our really dirty bathtub and talked to my mom and cried. Everyone needs a good cry now and then. And it's been a while since I've had mine. I was just really overwhelmed by school, and feeling like a lot of it was irrelevant. I've lost focus and other things have become more important to me. Hobbies that I've become more and more interested in are trying to take up room in my life, and I'm trying to pretend like they don't matter to me, so I can try and get some school work done. Mom gave me a kick butt talk and I felt better about things. Sometimes missing your family is hard. Sometimes college is hard. Sometimes deciding what is important and what you love is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&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/681892729339360472-6967108330918355154?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6967108330918355154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6967108330918355154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6967108330918355154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6967108330918355154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-like-this.html' title='Dirty Bathtub.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TORx1kDchnI/AAAAAAAABhU/SczD2RoH5xk/s72-c/1117001635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1107698224462571773</id><published>2010-10-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:13:47.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Mondays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TMZR5fCpxrI/AAAAAAAABhM/uakwIyHTLeY/s1600/wildthings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TMZR5fCpxrI/AAAAAAAABhM/uakwIyHTLeY/s400/wildthings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532199240298251954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Fader - The Temper Trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sukie In the Graveyard - Belle and Sebastian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Io (This Time Around) - Helen Stellar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Bookends - Simon and Garfunkel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. You Are What You Love - Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Consolation Prizes - Phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Gonna Get Along Without You Now - She &amp;amp; Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears For Fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-1107698224462571773?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1107698224462571773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1107698224462571773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1107698224462571773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1107698224462571773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TMZR5fCpxrI/AAAAAAAABhM/uakwIyHTLeY/s72-c/wildthings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-3524819494816195832</id><published>2010-10-20T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:53:16.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California.'/><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-AanOAbjI/AAAAAAAABgc/qpHV3Y-CZ3w/s1600/tumblr_l9l8ymdYe01qbhg74o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-AanOAbjI/AAAAAAAABgc/qpHV3Y-CZ3w/s400/tumblr_l9l8ymdYe01qbhg74o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530280062126943794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I really started missing California. Not necessarily my family, ok, not what I mean. I mean I do miss them, just day to day things around the house. But every time I call there's not really "much going on" so I figure I'm not missing out on tooo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I missed California. I missed all of the places I had grown up. I wished more than anything that I could do all of the normal things that I used to do. I wished that I could even have the option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-ApN-n1cI/AAAAAAAABg0/2jLqc3KiiGM/s1600/tumblr_lalqdxoxp81qzulajo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-ApN-n1cI/AAAAAAAABg0/2jLqc3KiiGM/s400/tumblr_lalqdxoxp81qzulajo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530280313049568706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to go to Disneyland and ride all of my favorite rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-Akvpf5uI/AAAAAAAABgs/JdowktSi4vQ/s1600/tumblr_l74b2trM3n1qaom1no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-Akvpf5uI/AAAAAAAABgs/JdowktSi4vQ/s400/tumblr_l74b2trM3n1qaom1no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530280236188428002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to watch an Angels game and scream my heart out as I cheered and eat an ice cream sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TMBTaVXfSFI/AAAAAAAABhE/a551RVCYakg/s400/3978226133_3c41776715_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530512054288336978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to go to Ruby's on the end of the pier in Balboa, like I had with Brianne earlier this summer. It was one of the most beautiful days ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-AWGdtaHI/AAAAAAAABgU/1RZZ23PO_7E/s1600/tumblr_l2s186Dir11qbjttoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-AWGdtaHI/AAAAAAAABgU/1RZZ23PO_7E/s400/tumblr_l2s186Dir11qbjttoo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530279984614959218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to go to Newport and watch the surfers, wishing that I had a board.&lt;/div&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/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-ASBhHy-I/AAAAAAAABgM/HAAHRgQWwIY/s1600/tumblr_l60z56n8bD1qb5q7do1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-ASBhHy-I/AAAAAAAABgM/HAAHRgQWwIY/s400/tumblr_l60z56n8bD1qb5q7do1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530279914567617506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to have a "#2 No Onion and a Dr. Pepper," when at home, I ate it &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; once every month.&lt;/div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-ALbplmiI/AAAAAAAABgE/alQiusa-sys/s1600/tumblr_lakyvgtlPU1qarg67o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-ALbplmiI/AAAAAAAABgE/alQiusa-sys/s400/tumblr_lakyvgtlPU1qarg67o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530279801323362850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to ride up on PCH and have a bonfire in Huntington with my friends like I had this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL_VGknP9_I/AAAAAAAABg8/uiZ5ZzndWdY/s1600/tumblr_laethdKmKV1qaqxlqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL_VGknP9_I/AAAAAAAABg8/uiZ5ZzndWdY/s400/tumblr_laethdKmKV1qaqxlqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530373176318490610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to see the sun, and to be tan again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You really don't know what you have till it's gone, ladies and gentlemen.&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/681892729339360472-3524819494816195832?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3524819494816195832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=3524819494816195832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3524819494816195832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/3524819494816195832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TL-AanOAbjI/AAAAAAAABgc/qpHV3Y-CZ3w/s72-c/tumblr_l9l8ymdYe01qbhg74o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7161727552903883928</id><published>2010-10-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:00:03.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Bad Dads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bad Dads" is an art tribute to the films of Wes Anderson, at the LoPo Gallery in San Fransisco. I wish I could go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOg6na7PJI/AAAAAAAABf8/AbQy6i3uIg4/s1600/63871_141251392586250_135907266453996_218589_7949587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOg6na7PJI/AAAAAAAABf8/AbQy6i3uIg4/s400/63871_141251392586250_135907266453996_218589_7949587_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526938096588504210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOgwvlvLlI/AAAAAAAABf0/-T6NPp3km-8/s1600/60083_142670065777716_135907266453996_225204_377934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOgwvlvLlI/AAAAAAAABf0/-T6NPp3km-8/s400/60083_142670065777716_135907266453996_225204_377934_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526937926982643282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOgs2V6m7I/AAAAAAAABfs/OQ4kAFhV-G0/s1600/61721_142935805751142_135907266453996_225906_735550_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOgs2V6m7I/AAAAAAAABfs/OQ4kAFhV-G0/s400/61721_142935805751142_135907266453996_225906_735550_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526937860075854770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOglSngqUI/AAAAAAAABfk/qK9XpfGECz0/s1600/33695_143184182392971_135907266453996_226656_1359290_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOglSngqUI/AAAAAAAABfk/qK9XpfGECz0/s400/33695_143184182392971_135907266453996_226656_1359290_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526937730226891074" /&gt;&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/681892729339360472-7161727552903883928?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7161727552903883928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7161727552903883928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7161727552903883928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7161727552903883928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-dads.html' title='Bad Dads.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLOg6na7PJI/AAAAAAAABf8/AbQy6i3uIg4/s72-c/63871_141251392586250_135907266453996_218589_7949587_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7721332945291971051</id><published>2010-10-11T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:34:39.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Mondays'/><title type='text'>Music Monday - October 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that the weather has changed, I feel like doing this again. I think I didn't do it for a while because I wasn't really getting any new music. But thanks to a certain celebrity, I've got some new stuff and I feel like Music Mondays again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la4tvfWeE21qd8viso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 480px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la4tvfWeE21qd8viso1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. To Be Surprised - Sondre Lerche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. All Possibilities - Badly Drawn Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fooba Wooba John - Burl Ives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Laughing Lover - Blitzen Trapper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Rainy Day - Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard - Paul Simon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Body - Thao and The Get Down Stay Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. September - Earth Wind and Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Everyone's Rooting For You - Sondre Lerche&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/681892729339360472-7721332945291971051?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7721332945291971051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7721332945291971051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7721332945291971051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7721332945291971051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/10/music-monday-october-11.html' title='Music Monday - October 11.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-1577543577243270703</id><published>2010-10-10T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:28:56.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Mike's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week was Mikes birthday, but he and Scott were down at Conference so we didn't get to celebrate it until just this last friday. Grandma and Grandpa were nice enough to have us down for dinner. I was SO excited to have real food. Then Grandpa told some stories about how he and Grandma met, and they all thought he was hilarious.  I had a really great time getting to know Mikes friends a bit better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLFqHi-r2wI/AAAAAAAABfc/jDsKiEDJ5u0/s1600/IMG_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLFqHi-r2wI/AAAAAAAABfc/jDsKiEDJ5u0/s400/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526314895641664258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juan, Christie (Scott's girlfriend), Scott, and Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLFqCgzuCzI/AAAAAAAABfU/El1sB-9iu-E/s1600/IMG_0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLFqCgzuCzI/AAAAAAAABfU/El1sB-9iu-E/s400/IMG_0773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526314809159453490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caleb, Chad, Danny, and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday Mike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-1577543577243270703?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1577543577243270703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=1577543577243270703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1577543577243270703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/1577543577243270703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/10/mikes-birthday.html' title='Mike&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TLFqHi-r2wI/AAAAAAAABfc/jDsKiEDJ5u0/s72-c/IMG_0772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-4480901240607776262</id><published>2010-10-01T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:50:44.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Fall in the Burg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TKWRuMb4BwI/AAAAAAAABfM/gTEKC7pqe68/s1600/39595_10150269176510014_517205013_15205878_1827735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TKWRuMb4BwI/AAAAAAAABfM/gTEKC7pqe68/s400/39595_10150269176510014_517205013_15205878_1827735_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522980740837934850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken from my awesome photographer friend, Anna Freeby's facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime last week my friend/roommate Kelsi and I were walking to Glee and I looked around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were a few leaves that had started to change. Not many, but a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was something in the air. I could just tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is here. And it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-4480901240607776262?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4480901240607776262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=4480901240607776262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4480901240607776262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/4480901240607776262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-in-burg.html' title='Fall in the Burg.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TKWRuMb4BwI/AAAAAAAABfM/gTEKC7pqe68/s72-c/39595_10150269176510014_517205013_15205878_1827735_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-2879950172680051744</id><published>2010-09-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:54:21.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>English Homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJapte3J8qI/AAAAAAAABfE/qvmet4oyjOs/s1600/tumblr_l6eqvj1AZ81qbr98fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJapte3J8qI/AAAAAAAABfE/qvmet4oyjOs/s400/tumblr_l6eqvj1AZ81qbr98fo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518784992232731298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For english we had to write a movie review. I chose Inception, because it blew my mind. I know it blew everyone's mind, but it really affected me. I really appreciate all of the little intricate details that went into creating this movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was really nervous to turn it in, cause it turns out that my professor is a movie critic. When he's NOT busy being a professor. I know right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I turned in my first draft and he gave me back some good notes. He said that my conclusion paragraph was the best he had seen, especially my last sentence. *SQUEAL* But he told me how he couldn't really tell if I liked the movie or not, so I worked more with the tone of the piece. So if you care to read, here's how I liked Inception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“What is the most resilient parasite? An idea.” Director/writer Christopher Nolan fascinates audiences around the world with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, receiving rave reviews for it’s visually stunning effects, star-studded cast, and wildly imaginative plot. Nolan describes his latest movie as “a story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Arial; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;set within the architecture of the mind,” leaving much room for speculation and theories as the viewer tries to reason their way through the convoluted plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; The electrifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Inception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; leaves you wishing that all movies were clever and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leonardo di Caprio plays Dom Cobb, a Dream Extractor who is haunted by the villainous “projection” of his deceased wife, Mal, and is trying desperately to return home to his children. When he is ready to accept the fact that might never see them again, business executive Saito (Ken Wantabe) gives Dom an offer he cannot refuse. He hires Dom for one last job - one which requires something which has never been fully achieved; Inception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cobb then assembles an group of ingenues - Ariadne, (Ellen Page) as the Architect brought in to “create” the dream, Eames, (Tom Hardy) as the Forger, Yusef (Dileep Rao) as the Chemist, and Arthur (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) as his right-hand man. They set out to perform a seemingly impossible task - to plant an idea in big business rival Fischer’s (Cillian Murphy) mind, and convince him to think that it is his own. To achieve this, they put a meticulous plan into place as they travel deep into dreams within dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The audience is involved in every step of the inception process - we see it take place when Ariadne is brought into a dream for the first time and realizes her reality is nothing more than lucid dreaming. Brilliant CGI effects allow her architectural mind to create the dream around her, her subconscious creating random “projections” (people), and buildings that are able to fold on top of themselves. We experience the confusion as if we too were brought suddenly into another’s dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lack of character development was a cause of complaint for many moviegoers, but this was a trivial fault. I cannot imagine what the character development would have done to add depth to the story. Nolan did add a backstory where necessary, with Dom and his Mal’s past. This allowed us to realize his motivation for taking such great risks when it came to the dangerous nature of Extraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What Inception lacks in character development, it makes up for in action and imagination. A fantastic score by Hans Zimmer heightens the intensity of each scene; a train careening out of control in a downtown intersection, a zero gravity brawl in a hotel hallway. Arthur (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) uses Edith Piaf’s “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” as a plot device to help “kick” the sleeping characters out of their dreaming state. Zimmer artfully took components of the song and wove it into the score, causing a sense of reminiscence for the characters as they are called back into reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some morbid themes reoccur throughout the movie that would make this movie unsuitable for children, including multiple “deaths” which are required to wake a dreamer back into their normal state of being, and a woman jumping to her ultimate demise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It becomes apparent throughout the movie that Chris Nolan has done his homework. Upon seeing the movie, I was extremely interested to go home and see if his whole dream world could truly exist. After a little investigation, I discovered that he has been working on this script for over ten years, and has been toying with the idea for much longer. His research both intrigues and frightens the mind, causing you to leave the theater questioning your own perception of reality - what is real, or has Nolan achieved inception?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I loved every minute of it. I...I'm at a loss for words. I thought the story was brilliant, I loved having to figure it out, I loved that I still don't understand it  completely, I loved that it scared me, I loved that it was unpredictable. I just LOVED IT THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-2879950172680051744?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2879950172680051744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=2879950172680051744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2879950172680051744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/2879950172680051744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/09/english-homework.html' title='English Homework.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJapte3J8qI/AAAAAAAABfE/qvmet4oyjOs/s72-c/tumblr_l6eqvj1AZ81qbr98fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8123970285122141804</id><published>2010-09-19T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:15:59.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>5th Ward BBQ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to church for the first time last week, and it's pretty big. I don't know how big YSA wards are supposed to be, but I think it's big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then monday, we went to a ward "get-to-know-you" BBQ at one of the bishopric's house. We had a good time mixing and mingling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamc_Sa4sI/AAAAAAAABe8/ePw3T2kli2I/s1600/IMG_1921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamc_Sa4sI/AAAAAAAABe8/ePw3T2kli2I/s400/IMG_1921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518781410344362690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my cousin Michael eating a really fat oreo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamYoDncpI/AAAAAAAABe0/moDXdBcbg5k/s1600/IMG_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamYoDncpI/AAAAAAAABe0/moDXdBcbg5k/s400/IMG_1923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518781335388779154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dani and I. Love this girl, she's so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamVkFX28I/AAAAAAAABes/xuX5eTgKNhQ/s1600/IMG_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamVkFX28I/AAAAAAAABes/xuX5eTgKNhQ/s400/IMG_1926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518781282782796738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelsi (roommate) and Danny (Mike's roomate.) We're trying to make something happen here... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamQ9Y1q5I/AAAAAAAABek/gs77j-xZFVs/s1600/IMG_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamQ9Y1q5I/AAAAAAAABek/gs77j-xZFVs/s400/IMG_1927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518781203675982738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madisen (roommate) and Dani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamNF6hYSI/AAAAAAAABec/u-lQYXO82yg/s1600/IMG_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamNF6hYSI/AAAAAAAABec/u-lQYXO82yg/s400/IMG_1933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518781137245266210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my other favorite, Rachel. She loves me for my weirdness, and I love her for accepting me. For example, when we took this I said, "Hey Rachel this could be our engagement picture." And that's why she's laughing. We play off each other really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamHuGFKPI/AAAAAAAABeU/mAD0YkxC4ek/s1600/IMG_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamHuGFKPI/AAAAAAAABeU/mAD0YkxC4ek/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518781044951951602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Rexburg sunset!&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/681892729339360472-8123970285122141804?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8123970285122141804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=8123970285122141804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8123970285122141804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/8123970285122141804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/09/5th-ward-bbq.html' title='5th Ward BBQ.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TJamc_Sa4sI/AAAAAAAABe8/ePw3T2kli2I/s72-c/IMG_1921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6343327816377509272</id><published>2010-09-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:14:33.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thing about college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S KINDA THE BEST THING EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I have come to discover here in Rexburg, when people say, "Hey let's go do this," we're not really going to do "this." There's always a surprise twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I should have known the other day, when my friend said, "Hey you wanna go grocery shopping?" Silly me to think that it was a simple trip. He kept asking a bunch of my dormmates to go, and I thought to myself, "What the heck does he drive, how big is his car?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walk out to the parking lot, and we see a big white limo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes ladies and gentleman, my friend Sterling has a limo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better yet, he bought it on ebay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we went grocery shopping in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1dpZyq0QI/AAAAAAAABeM/V6Rr8g-Hqqk/s1600/IMG_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1dpZyq0QI/AAAAAAAABeM/V6Rr8g-Hqqk/s400/IMG_1886.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516168084478152962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bk5XrV1I/AAAAAAAABeE/zzV1unCOHbA/s1600/IMG_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bk5XrV1I/AAAAAAAABeE/zzV1unCOHbA/s400/IMG_1888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165808032274258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around this time, I'm thinking something along the lines of, "HOLY CRAP guys we're in a limo right now!!!" (This was my first ride in a limo, and a good first ride at that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bTm2xCHI/AAAAAAAABd8/ILQFvjyJYlI/s1600/IMG_1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bTm2xCHI/AAAAAAAABd8/ILQFvjyJYlI/s400/IMG_1890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165511004620914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madisen, me, Danielle, Marissa, Sterling, and Anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bLIMtonI/AAAAAAAABd0/LIEh7vVT744/s1600/58377_10150251967405014_517205013_14827333_4890122_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bLIMtonI/AAAAAAAABd0/LIEh7vVT744/s400/58377_10150251967405014_517205013_14827333_4890122_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165365336220274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bGCCcHqI/AAAAAAAABds/rZUSQK0KlAo/s1600/47725_10150251967525014_517205013_14827340_1719491_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bGCCcHqI/AAAAAAAABds/rZUSQK0KlAo/s400/47725_10150251967525014_517205013_14827340_1719491_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165277783170722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bCeoSbgI/AAAAAAAABdk/xFW6kjJj1WY/s1600/47725_10150251967535014_517205013_14827342_739559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1bCeoSbgI/AAAAAAAABdk/xFW6kjJj1WY/s400/47725_10150251967535014_517205013_14827342_739559_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165216738635266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1a-jWLLwI/AAAAAAAABdc/DNTO5Af-5e0/s1600/47725_10150251967545014_517205013_14827343_6655834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1a-jWLLwI/AAAAAAAABdc/DNTO5Af-5e0/s400/47725_10150251967545014_517205013_14827343_6655834_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165149285363458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1a56TuJQI/AAAAAAAABdU/gDto9ggR__0/s1600/47725_10150251967560014_517205013_14827346_4494610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1a56TuJQI/AAAAAAAABdU/gDto9ggR__0/s400/47725_10150251967560014_517205013_14827346_4494610_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516165069549741314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1ar5aw61I/AAAAAAAABdE/fDDmkPdkfeY/s1600/58377_10150251967410014_517205013_14827334_4180504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1ar5aw61I/AAAAAAAABdE/fDDmkPdkfeY/s400/58377_10150251967410014_517205013_14827334_4180504_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164828792679250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm always in the mood to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aelSf_KI/AAAAAAAABc8/rpTbvBYitmc/s1600/59006_10150251967705014_517205013_14827354_6997479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aelSf_KI/AAAAAAAABc8/rpTbvBYitmc/s400/59006_10150251967705014_517205013_14827354_6997479_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164600051006626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I model this frozen meat awkwardly? Yes, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aavlK4wI/AAAAAAAABc0/8NdYN1KIPMw/s1600/59006_10150251967710014_517205013_14827355_5811284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aavlK4wI/AAAAAAAABc0/8NdYN1KIPMw/s400/59006_10150251967710014_517205013_14827355_5811284_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164534094193410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aW83Q3EI/AAAAAAAABcs/r1rCOYd6qJs/s1600/59006_10150251967720014_517205013_14827356_3381156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aW83Q3EI/AAAAAAAABcs/r1rCOYd6qJs/s400/59006_10150251967720014_517205013_14827356_3381156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164468940266562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we got locked out of the store. Because it was 11:45 and there was 15 minutes till curfew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aPp_EI9I/AAAAAAAABck/ma5V-mCvsrw/s1600/59006_10150251967755014_517205013_14827363_3223355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1aPp_EI9I/AAAAAAAABck/ma5V-mCvsrw/s400/59006_10150251967755014_517205013_14827363_3223355_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164343613629394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end of a great day.&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/681892729339360472-6343327816377509272?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6343327816377509272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6343327816377509272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6343327816377509272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6343327816377509272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/09/grocery-shopping.html' title='Grocery Shopping.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1dpZyq0QI/AAAAAAAABeM/V6Rr8g-Hqqk/s72-c/IMG_1886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-6222649789282474329</id><published>2010-09-12T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:52:44.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Moving Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved into my dorm last monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Noni and Mom left I cried for a baby. For at least half an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were just so nice, and helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates are Kelsi, Kelsey, and Madisen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all getting along great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1Y3MZoeBI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZZdVrhO4PE0/s1600/IMG_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1Y3MZoeBI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZZdVrhO4PE0/s400/IMG_1902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162823843510290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YnG004YI/AAAAAAAABcU/ZBPC6cq8dug/s1600/IMG_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YnG004YI/AAAAAAAABcU/ZBPC6cq8dug/s400/IMG_1901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162547469050242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's our really big, really empty living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1Ye4mGOJI/AAAAAAAABcM/o_0b30cEsZ4/s1600/IMG_1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1Ye4mGOJI/AAAAAAAABcM/o_0b30cEsZ4/s400/IMG_1895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162406210222226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm crazy OCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YYUE-FAI/AAAAAAAABcE/rUVDuqEUyTg/s1600/IMG_1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YYUE-FAI/AAAAAAAABcE/rUVDuqEUyTg/s400/IMG_1896.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162293328385026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YR-4jSDI/AAAAAAAABb8/zRsPeKwnNII/s1600/IMG_1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YR-4jSDI/AAAAAAAABb8/zRsPeKwnNII/s400/IMG_1897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162184559937586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YFjBAbiI/AAAAAAAABb0/uEzJRXOvI0g/s1600/IMG_1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1YFjBAbiI/AAAAAAAABb0/uEzJRXOvI0g/s400/IMG_1900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516161970920779298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My awesome bedding and my even better pillows that my mom made. Thanks mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1XSsiBonI/AAAAAAAABbs/pN3mGi-yZSI/s1600/IMG_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1XSsiBonI/AAAAAAAABbs/pN3mGi-yZSI/s400/IMG_1904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516161097301860978" /&gt;&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/681892729339360472-6222649789282474329?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6222649789282474329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=6222649789282474329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6222649789282474329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/6222649789282474329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TI1Y3MZoeBI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZZdVrhO4PE0/s72-c/IMG_1902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-5609934224464191348</id><published>2010-08-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:00:08.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4w7a4HO0E1qa64a4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/681892729339360472-5609934224464191348?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5609934224464191348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=5609934224464191348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5609934224464191348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/5609934224464191348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/08/regina.html' title='Regina.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-7479707143247477530</id><published>2010-08-27T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:45:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/THgFeKwSxsI/AAAAAAAABbc/p766g0i84Fw/s1600/vdcvcew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/THgFeKwSxsI/AAAAAAAABbc/p766g0i84Fw/s400/vdcvcew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510160159928927938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to start going to bed at a decent hour. I've tried, but it hasn't been working out.&lt;div&gt;2. I'm getting my hair done in a few hours. It's gross and it has 3 candy corn layers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I've made my bed and kept my room clean for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Yesterday I went to Balboa beach with my best friend and 2 new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Contra is such a fantastic cd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I don't know if I'm ready to go to college. I'm really really excited but I feel like I'm being taken by surprise, when really, I've had 3 solid months to prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I have really come to love laughter - the really sincere kind that booms and chuckles and squeals and infects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm glad I found some nude peeptoes for $12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I need some new music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. A problem has occurred, where I have XL Twin sheets for my Twin bed. Don't know how to fix this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. My friend got married on wednesday. She's a month older than I am. I don't know how to feel about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I've been rewatching the Gossip Girls series for the past month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. My friend Caitlin is studying abroad in France for the next year and I am extremely jealous. Can't wait for her to post pictures on her blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Thinking about going to the opening of Sammy's in Rexburg because Mindy Gledhill will be there and I love her and I would LOVE to meet her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I'm kind of glad I'm not rooming with my friend Addison because I'm pretty sure we would drive each other crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I'm sad I missed the thunder/lightning storm the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I'm working on a little movie project, nothing special. Hopefully I'll be done in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I've been taking walks with Oliver for the past couple of weeks and they are beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Ruby's onion rings and sharing an Oreo shake on the edge of the pier is the best thing of my life. I closed my eyes as the wind blew my hair and tried to remember that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. My soul feels like that picture above - I'm so full of hope right now.&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/681892729339360472-7479707143247477530?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7479707143247477530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=681892729339360472&amp;postID=7479707143247477530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7479707143247477530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/681892729339360472/posts/default/7479707143247477530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Lexie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13423521444557464089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PFLx3t1Eo/TnUo2-R9cEI/AAAAAAAAB0s/_7M8r_9xfqA/s220/IMG_2631.jpg_effected-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/THgFeKwSxsI/AAAAAAAABbc/p766g0i84Fw/s72-c/vdcvcew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681892729339360472.post-8033701799725205795</id><published>2010-08-19T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:33:12.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls With Glasses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you heard of the &lt;a href="http://thegirlswithglassesshow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girls With Glasses Show&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;It's made up of Brooke White (American Idol contestant) and Summer Bellessa (editor of Eliza magazine.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/10585392" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken from the GWG blog :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Girls With Glasses Show was founded for every woman who wants to be entertained while also being informed and enlightened—it’s the smart girl talk show. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://realbrookewhite.com/" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brooke White&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizamagazine.com/home.php" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer Bellessa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; bring together humor, intelligent insight and heart to fashion, entertainment, art and music to this part-hipster and part-variety talk show—and yes, they both do wear glasses in real life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;The thing I like most about them is that they extend an invitation back to femininity. A while ago I was thinking about women nowadays, (having some &lt;a href="http://ll-media.tmz.com/2010/07/30/0730-snooki-inf-splashnews-launch-5.jpg"&gt;trashy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://officialpsds.com/images/thumbs/Paris-Hilton-psd3086.png"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T_YHZy_Feig/TFYE9KVmSzI/AAAAAAAAAds/mIxRdWlpUWg/s1600/kesha.jpg"&gt;in&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/LadyGaGa.png"&gt;mind&lt;/a&gt;) and how it's all about being a party girl, or being cool or having a hard exterior. I mean for the love, why can't we resort back to goodness? That's why I like GWG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;They're stylish. They're classy. They're adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&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-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&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-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;Plus they are just like a nicer version of Blair and Serena! The resemblance is absolutely uncanny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l-meester.org/gallery/albums/Gossip%20Girl/Season%204/On%20the%20Set/On%20the%20Set%20-%20July%205/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 331px; " src="http://l-meester.org/gallery/albums/Gossip%20Girl/Season%204/On%20the%20Set/On%20the%20Set%20-%20July%205/052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&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-family:'Bodoni MT', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TG2DfYwlIQI/AAAAAAAABbM/yQTWF-2xlQc/s1600/gwg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gJKZLxOcDfE/TG2DfYwlIQI/AAAAAAAABbM/yQTWF-2xlQc/s400/gwg3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507202494589378818" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/681892729339360472-8033701799725205795?l=thatsahotmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsahotmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8033701799725205795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html'
