<?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-1094082830347501227</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:25:23.906-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='shows'/><category term='sad'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='blehh'/><category term='oddball'/><category term='politics'/><category term='melancholy'/><category term='music'/><category term='peta'/><category term='school'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='dontfeelgood'/><category term='Life'/><category term='memories'/><category 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5313417101416058732</id><published>2010-05-28T10:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:13:42.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've moved to tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vYW5uaG9uZXkudHVtYmxyLmNvbS8=" style="text-decoration:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we all need a fresh start sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&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/1094082830347501227-5313417101416058732?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2486283009351435486</id><published>2010-02-15T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:42:24.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>okay i lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     I've thought about writing a lot but I kind of like keeping everything inside my head. I'm weird (you would've guessed that one on your own). But I find myself stuck. I feel like there's that blue gooey candy in a tube on the side walk and i keep getting it on my flip flops, and with every step I take the goo wears off but there's still some stuck to the bottom of my shoe. longest analogy ever. Every day grows so different. Some people complain of long boring repetitive days, but I only wish for that. No, its not like my life is some sort of vortex and every morning I don't know where I might end up, but new challenges spring up every day. This will do me some good in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;     I had my annual California trip with dance at the beginning of February, and I observed quite a lot this time around. The girls from the other schools (for the most part) just don't get it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Coming up in a week or so is Cougartown. ahhhh - a sigh of relief. This year I am a counselor and I feel like this a a huge responsibility, but one I can bear the weight of. My toes are tingling to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Today the doctor said I have a Type A personality. Oh, I thought I was going to a doctor with an MD not a PhD. But hmm, thanks for the info. Wow this sentence just clarifies that I AM a type a. I don't like the tests that they're making me do. It scares me, it really does. I'm disappointed in myself - I'm supposed to go through my life without any serious diseases and you're trying to tell me there might be something wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It scares me shitless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-2486283009351435486?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2486283009351435486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2486283009351435486' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2486283009351435486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2486283009351435486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-i-lied.html' title='okay i lied'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5815383160892318218</id><published>2010-01-09T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:03:14.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>oh, hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ive missed you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lets start 2010 off with a big promise and say that im going to blog at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to summerize 2009 up, too much too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ive changed quite a bit, but much is still the same. i find myself to be one big contradiction at times.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no longer am i a rebellious teenager, which is a very big accomplishment on my part. my parents are proud hah. ive done a complete 180 from how i was over summer or even in the beginning of december. i really think the people i let into my universe have a lot to do with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my actions, but they cant be entirely to blame.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i find myself in my own world a lot of the time now. its much better than the dull reality my peers have got going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so now i leave you with a picture in which i look like an alien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S0kmrzozVzI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZRv34fhrzGg/s1600-h/merrrrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424909760182048562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S0kmrzozVzI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZRv34fhrzGg/s200/merrrrt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt; - anne marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5815383160892318218?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5815383160892318218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5815383160892318218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5815383160892318218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5815383160892318218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-hai.html' title='oh, hai'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S0kmrzozVzI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZRv34fhrzGg/s72-c/merrrrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-855568792669580079</id><published>2009-08-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:21:45.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>coldest story ever told.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that last post makes me mad. i hate capitalizing things. i have a lot of resentment right now. and im not sure if thats even the right word for how i feel. i just need to write right now. put my thoughts out there. because i dont feel like wasting paper and ink. i always write in sentence fragments. not sure why. i sometimes dont finish my sentences when im actually speaking either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tonight is the first night ive actually been lonely in a very very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;even when i was confined to nothingness over summer, i still wasnt lonely - i didnt even want to see anyone. but now, i just want to be surrounded by people. only certain people though. ive always been very independent. but now, i want more than anything to just mingle with the crowd. its a weird change. but i think its a good change. i could go a weekend with just staying at home, but now i feel like i HAVE to be out. i just want to leave the nest. fly with the sparrow. its a metaphor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maybe me wanting to be surrounded by people, is really me becoming even more independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-855568792669580079?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/855568792669580079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=855568792669580079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/855568792669580079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/855568792669580079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/08/coldest-story-ever-told.html' title='coldest story ever told.'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3935154298950434794</id><published>2009-07-21T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:59:05.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>sitting on the dock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i tend to drift away from things quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;i abandoned this blog,&lt;br /&gt;which is something i never wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my world is changed,&lt;br /&gt; and i feel i am no longer the person i once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okey that's just me being dramatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im lost in the ocean&lt;br /&gt; and i need a tug boat to slowly&lt;br /&gt;pull me back to shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;reach me here:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/annemariepwns"&gt;www.myspace.com/annemariepwns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im not abandoning this babyblog ive created,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;any longer ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3935154298950434794?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3935154298950434794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3935154298950434794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3935154298950434794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3935154298950434794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/07/sitting-on-dock.html' title='sitting on the dock'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3246109873887469721</id><published>2009-06-05T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:27:06.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blehh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>skiddly dooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that possibly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I'm shining too&lt;br /&gt;Because Oh Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't know you I'd rather not know&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Falling in love at a Coffee Shop, Landon Pigg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sim3FiR5MYI/AAAAAAAABCY/GLQTK34ermA/s1600-h/lovesss+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344003738580889986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sim3FiR5MYI/AAAAAAAABCY/GLQTK34ermA/s320/lovesss+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's been my expression lately, like "uhhhh.. wow"&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind the idiot on the right &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i gotz them butterflies like no other sukka. What if I talked gangsta all the time?&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/1094082830347501227-3246109873887469721?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3246109873887469721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3246109873887469721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3246109873887469721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3246109873887469721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/06/skiddly-dooo.html' title='skiddly dooo'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sim3FiR5MYI/AAAAAAAABCY/GLQTK34ermA/s72-c/lovesss+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4662916003291217038</id><published>2009-06-02T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:06:29.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blehh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grin and bare it. That's my moto for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-4662916003291217038?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4662916003291217038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4662916003291217038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4662916003291217038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4662916003291217038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/06/grin-and-bare-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2858281372417780001</id><published>2009-06-01T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:22:49.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>what is this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the past 4 days I've gotten less than ten hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This can lead to delirium, agitation, and pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake for multiple days straight with caution.&lt;br /&gt;You'll end up extremely happy like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SiQ2r-v2DFI/AAAAAAAABCA/EAdTSft6fuQ/s1600-h/happy+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455187174198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SiQ2r-v2DFI/AAAAAAAABCA/EAdTSft6fuQ/s320/happy+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SiQ24vKAm4I/AAAAAAAABCI/M5vKNkXzzlo/s1600-h/happy+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SiQ2-Jg_JnI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Osuzu6HEHvA/s1600-h/happy+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455499302315634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SiQ2-Jg_JnI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Osuzu6HEHvA/s320/happy+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy you two kinds of crazy. (i say that way too often)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Things have gone 180 since my last post. Goodgoodgood. *knock on wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* wow the day just went from a level 4 to like level 20!!&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/1094082830347501227-2858281372417780001?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2858281372417780001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2858281372417780001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2858281372417780001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2858281372417780001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-this.html' title='what is this'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SiQ2r-v2DFI/AAAAAAAABCA/EAdTSft6fuQ/s72-c/happy+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2094887471326836282</id><published>2009-05-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:48:21.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blehh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I got back from California. The whole time we were there I was dying to come back home. I didn't enjoy and soak in our vacation, because I was anxious to come back to Arizona. I was happy to come home at first, but now I want more than anything to get away. I take my family for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my friend's house in a little bit. Her goofy ways can cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home is where the heart is. Hearts get hurt. It's better to stay away from home, where you wear your heart on your sleeve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sh3elT1zMAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/w27HoBCTmdA/s1600-h/wkjoj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340669465693728770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sh3elT1zMAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/w27HoBCTmdA/s320/wkjoj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sh3ey-2gzJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JCDKSMSb41o/s1600-h/california_trashhh+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340669700577741970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sh3ey-2gzJI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JCDKSMSb41o/s320/california_trashhh+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-2094887471326836282?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2094887471326836282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2094887471326836282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2094887471326836282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2094887471326836282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-got-back-from-california.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sh3elT1zMAI/AAAAAAAAA_w/w27HoBCTmdA/s72-c/wkjoj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6619912123360020235</id><published>2009-05-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:11:33.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>a wise man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Just wait a while. It'll happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- a wise man. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If there's one thing I need to learn in life, it's to have &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt; and some faith in people. I always look for the worst outcome of a situation, when in reality things aren't even that bad. I just need to calm down and wait. wait. wait.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I need to give myself some credit. &lt;strong&gt;low self esteem&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm working on everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;school's out. Let the games begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShYJqb5gtrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IzAp0SHWXU4/s1600-h/skirrt+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338465032942433970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShYJqb5gtrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IzAp0SHWXU4/s320/skirrt+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6619912123360020235?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6619912123360020235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6619912123360020235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6619912123360020235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6619912123360020235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/wise-man.html' title='a wise man'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShYJqb5gtrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IzAp0SHWXU4/s72-c/skirrt+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5279576199025055523</id><published>2009-05-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:03:34.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blehh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>that's what you get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cant promise you anything&lt;br /&gt;i know yeah i'm slow&lt;br /&gt;i sleep the best in cold&lt;br /&gt;dreams are the place to be&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday by chris Garneau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShN2wfIRmpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/QkI1-SdvHrY/s1600-h/skirrt+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337740558726175378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShN2wfIRmpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/QkI1-SdvHrY/s320/skirrt+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whywhywhy. I just want the year to be over. Two more days. This is a little view of how the days have been going. (the one above included)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShN6dzAXiNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sARvNtFybag/s1600-h/skirrt+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337744635690715346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShN6dzAXiNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sARvNtFybag/s320/skirrt+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow. The most relevant song just came on. Eff you Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337745328569459682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShN7GILiI-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/LPD2lupHLO4/s320/skirrt+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; who i am hates who I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Make it happen. But how? Get over it, and move one.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be frank and tell you this statement above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hi, I'm Frank. I wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I sound legitimately crazy. I'm not i swear.&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/1094082830347501227-5279576199025055523?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5279576199025055523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5279576199025055523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5279576199025055523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5279576199025055523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-what-you-get.html' title='that&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ShN2wfIRmpI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/QkI1-SdvHrY/s72-c/skirrt+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1192049942852754526</id><published>2009-05-16T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:51:54.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blehh'/><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that I've been dancing around the truth&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the hell I'm suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit agitated&lt;br /&gt;With a slight scent of denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Nevershoutnever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Exactly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sg-JxXvhGnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9rEXyw4iJRk/s1600-h/fly+away.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336635564737239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sg-JxXvhGnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9rEXyw4iJRk/s320/fly+away.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-1192049942852754526?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1192049942852754526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1192049942852754526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1192049942852754526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1192049942852754526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sg-JxXvhGnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9rEXyw4iJRk/s72-c/fly+away.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3007399245589543529</id><published>2009-05-15T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:12:29.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;younger&lt;br /&gt;older&lt;br /&gt;close friend&lt;br /&gt;party friend&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;just alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh the choices. It makes my heart thump.&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/1094082830347501227-3007399245589543529?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3007399245589543529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3007399245589543529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3007399245589543529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3007399245589543529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8573532528885938092</id><published>2009-05-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:12:10.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it's a bipolar kind of day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I woke up at 4:30 and almost started getting ready for school. But I forced myself back to sleep and had a dream I was using bleach to brush my teeth. I looked up what the meaning of bleach was in my dream dictionary, and it makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;]In dance we were doing a seance in the auditorium. It really didn't scare me because nothing happened. People had bad energy in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch me and my friend just sat stagnant. But then her boyfriend came over and she got all googly eyed with love and I got depressed. I honestly didn't get jealous, but it was more like I was so happy that she could STILL have those special feelings 8 months into their relationship. It gave me hope for the world. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then at the beginning of math I started crying because I was so overcome with emotion and I feel so lonely (not friend wise). Then I was laughing because I finally admitted to myself that I am lonesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I came home had a screaming match with my mom and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to a party for dance with the ones I love. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SguZwK4EipI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gWQPYqbBWZ8/s1600-h/love+child+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335527236382788242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SguZwK4EipI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gWQPYqbBWZ8/s320/love+child+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We play dress up when we aren't summoning ghosts in dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8573532528885938092?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8573532528885938092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8573532528885938092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8573532528885938092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8573532528885938092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-bipolar-kind-of-day.html' title='it&apos;s a bipolar kind of day'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SguZwK4EipI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gWQPYqbBWZ8/s72-c/love+child+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-9222271035452248264</id><published>2009-05-12T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:33:27.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddball'/><title type='text'>por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother just came into my room and sang&lt;br /&gt;"wake up. wake up. the war is over."&lt;br /&gt;    [no referance to the actual war going on]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;with a big smile on his face. what an odd boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-9222271035452248264?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9222271035452248264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=9222271035452248264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/9222271035452248264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/9222271035452248264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-que.html' title='por que?'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5565384762893699821</id><published>2009-05-10T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:46:33.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>With this face is how I get the men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is how I feel about school and finals right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SgerY3n_GEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/YTbIoUT7yW0/s1600-h/finals+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420727380514882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SgerY3n_GEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/YTbIoUT7yW0/s320/finals+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Why do teachers choose the worst weekends to assign projects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok ok I have to go back to writing my cultural research paper on Slovenia.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I'm getting distracted as I type this very sentence by a show about sex appeal. It's a scientific study. Oooo lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel like I neglect my blog when blogger home not set at my homepage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and and while we're on the topic of sex appeal (i guess), would you ever date someone who's a year younger than you and your friends are telling you not to because he's in a grade lower?&lt;br /&gt;Not that it pertains to me or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422484508840850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sges_JcBk5I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Iro4rEKzCxM/s320/finals+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                        wait what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have too many facial expressions.&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/1094082830347501227-5565384762893699821?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5565384762893699821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5565384762893699821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5565384762893699821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5565384762893699821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-this-face-is-how-i-get-men.html' title='With this face is how I get the men'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SgerY3n_GEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/YTbIoUT7yW0/s72-c/finals+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-41419439090154674</id><published>2009-05-06T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:36:14.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kind of just got hair dye all over a cabinet, and it won't come off.&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure it out once I wash it out of my hair. uhhhht oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dance show is tomorrow. So excited, but kind of nervous, but not really. I should be used to it by now, since I've been doing it for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;figure out how to get stains off of cabinets for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-41419439090154674?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/41419439090154674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=41419439090154674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/41419439090154674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/41419439090154674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5654048857458255189</id><published>2009-05-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:30:26.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Find me a gentleman like him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/05/04/funny-pictures-this-cardboard-container/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3849258" title="funny-pictures-kitten-is-chivalrous" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/funny-pictures-kitten-is-chivalrous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5654048857458255189?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5654048857458255189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5654048857458255189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5654048857458255189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5654048857458255189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/find-me-gentleman-like-him.html' title='Find me a gentleman like him'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6502423104256231142</id><published>2009-05-03T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:53:23.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate memories they make my heart hurt, and it's hard to shake them off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This week is going to DRAIN me. The recital for dance is thursday and friday, and I have to spend the whole week getting ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I have to go to school at 7 and stay until 9 o'clock at night for dress rehearsal.. why?! School can just go away forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Im probably just going to sleep from 3 to 6 in the auditorium then pull myself together to dance from 6 to 9. shizznit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.s. it was a good weekend &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6502423104256231142?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6502423104256231142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6502423104256231142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6502423104256231142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6502423104256231142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-memories-they-make-my-heart-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3296410384627401660</id><published>2009-04-29T18:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:49:21.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>im the baby gotta love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why remembers the show Dinosaurs? I was only like 2 years old when this was on, but I vaguely remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdEyoTGVhwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdEyoTGVhwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3296410384627401660?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3296410384627401660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3296410384627401660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3296410384627401660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3296410384627401660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-nut-snap-snap-im-nut-snap-snap.html' title='im the baby gotta love me'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8436549673090027486</id><published>2009-04-28T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:31:59.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't have a sinus infection. Praise the lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8436549673090027486?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8436549673090027486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8436549673090027486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8436549673090027486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8436549673090027486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1247585839913945936</id><published>2009-04-27T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:51:00.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>diagnostic procedure of a 16 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My face hurts"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been saying that for the past few days and I finally remembered why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINUSITIS&lt;/strong&gt;. It happened last year, and it came back again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My parents get mad because I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'m "always sick." However, the doctor last year said that it will &lt;em&gt;keep coming back&lt;/em&gt; unless I continure treating it - which I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TMI:&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are REDREDRED and draining out stuff and this picture explains why:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://wlal.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/sinus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wlal.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/sinus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The naso-lacrimal ducts are connected to the interior turbinate. And they also connect to the lacrimal sac. Therefore the stuff from my nose is coming out of my eyes. That's nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I watch too much House. and I feel like every other word from the above paragraph is spelled wrong. What a genius.&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/1094082830347501227-1247585839913945936?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1247585839913945936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1247585839913945936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1247585839913945936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1247585839913945936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/diagnostic-procedure-of-16-year-old.html' title='diagnostic procedure of a 16 year old'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2596182284901437537</id><published>2009-04-26T13:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:48:33.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Betty freakin Crocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I had to bake 36 cupcakes for a class assignment. I never want to eat raw batter again. Hoewever, I think they turned out really really good! If a bakery was hiring for a summer job, I'd take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329102431392204626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTGbTLNh1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/QxRNzHOADqQ/s320/cupcakes+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one's my favorite looking:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTG2m9rkBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Hm4LHWv1Zwg/s1600-h/cupcakes+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329102900560629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTG2m9rkBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Hm4LHWv1Zwg/s200/cupcakes+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've noticed that I really like wearing green and teals lately. This dress I got from Forever 21 is SO comfortable and fits my small lady parts perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTHVOL33mI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K24Za_fQ02k/s1600-h/bcww+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329103426485214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTHVOL33mI/AAAAAAAAA9k/K24Za_fQ02k/s320/bcww+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I despise shopping because dresses are always so loose over my shoulders, and I don't like wearing undershirts. But this one is just great (its the one im wearing in my header).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dress that I'm fond of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTH2AQknBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/54BfLaZ161U/s1600-h/jhgdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329103989682510866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTH2AQknBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/54BfLaZ161U/s320/jhgdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deliciousness (they're also in green packaging by coincidence):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTIiyBPFsI/AAAAAAAAA90/dESARzoRzwo/s1600-h/bcww+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329104758954202818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTIiyBPFsI/AAAAAAAAA90/dESARzoRzwo/s200/bcww+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* added like a billion hours later: face chart I just finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329212584483866066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfUqnDazxdI/AAAAAAAAA98/cAEua6WIE0o/s200/facechart1+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel so proud ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-2596182284901437537?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2596182284901437537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2596182284901437537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2596182284901437537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2596182284901437537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/betty-freakin-crocker.html' title='Betty freakin Crocker'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfTGbTLNh1I/AAAAAAAAA9U/QxRNzHOADqQ/s72-c/cupcakes+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3760401623380921413</id><published>2009-04-25T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:36:08.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>im an underaged love rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stuck to my word and went to MAC today. I feel accomplished, because I don't really follow through with things I say I'm going to do. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;I got a Grande Duo blush in Love Rock and a lipglass in Underage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfPHRo9PcFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/aAa8MTpiCfA/s1600-h/bcww+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328821889975414866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfPHRo9PcFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/aAa8MTpiCfA/s200/bcww+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfPHmKYxpuI/AAAAAAAAA70/7THJU0R1pVE/s1600-h/underage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328822242546656994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfPHmKYxpuI/AAAAAAAAA70/7THJU0R1pVE/s200/underage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I highly highly highly recommed both of these products.&lt;br /&gt;*but if you have very light skin, you might prefer the Grand Duo in Moonriver (below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328822896343138898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfPIMN-AQlI/AAAAAAAAA78/OzK8QPhHTwo/s200/bcww+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(i love both of the grand duos i have &lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3760401623380921413?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3760401623380921413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3760401623380921413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3760401623380921413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3760401623380921413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-underaged-love-rock.html' title='im an underaged love rock'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfPHRo9PcFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/aAa8MTpiCfA/s72-c/bcww+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8506282833453870061</id><published>2009-04-24T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:17:35.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>i dreamt of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MAC products last night. Not even lying. Particularly&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. would it be "dreamt of" or "dreamed of"?&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Peppermint Patti nail polish that's sold out. *tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfJ_2PDVzpI/AAAAAAAAA7k/WrvhVyXNIsA/s1600-h/mac+sugarsweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328461878862925458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfJ_2PDVzpI/AAAAAAAAA7k/WrvhVyXNIsA/s320/mac+sugarsweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a sign that I need to go get some things I've been eyeballing lately.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously could spend over an hour on the website just drooling.&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I'm going to march my little butt into Dillard's (since there's not an actual MAC store close by), and buy whatever my heart desires. Ok maybe not everything my heart desires, because then I will go broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8506282833453870061?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8506282833453870061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8506282833453870061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8506282833453870061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8506282833453870061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dreamt-of.html' title='i dreamt of'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SfJ_2PDVzpI/AAAAAAAAA7k/WrvhVyXNIsA/s72-c/mac+sugarsweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5706497814561471677</id><published>2009-04-23T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:38:42.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>bland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like an oatmeal raisin cookie. but oh so delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5706497814561471677?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5706497814561471677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5706497814561471677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5706497814561471677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5706497814561471677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/bland.html' title='bland.'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4587276568869865299</id><published>2009-04-22T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:46:45.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it makes me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'M HAPPY KNOWIN' THAT YOU ARE MINE&lt;br /&gt;THE GRASS IS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE&lt;br /&gt;THE MORE I THINK THE MORE I WISH&lt;br /&gt;THAT WE COULD JUST LIE FOR HOURS AND&lt;br /&gt;JUST REMINISCE, A OO OO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Cristopher Drew, Nevershoutnever&lt;/em&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/1094082830347501227-4587276568869865299?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4587276568869865299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4587276568869865299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4587276568869865299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4587276568869865299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-makes-me-smile.html' title='it makes me smile'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-481838021188550253</id><published>2009-04-21T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:14:47.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'>best post ever.. maybe. maybe not;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just say that my throat and head hurts so bad. It's just pulsing like the energizer bunny is &lt;strong&gt;beating&lt;/strong&gt; my face in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a happier note, I had to dance in a Broadway choir show today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327390319203893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Se6xRQQAwiI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ifamm_Hle0Y/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend (on the right) is a hippie and I love her. We're double the trouble when we're together. Actually, we cannot go a day without laughing and appr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eciating each other's company. I love my dance friends more than any other friends. They understand me better. Oh what the heck, no one understands my ways of thinking. But I'm ok with that because life is like a box of chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Writing the first sentence of this post made me realize that I complain A LOT. It needs to stop because I don't intentionally mean to do it. Complaining just kind of happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why am I still awake at 11 o'clock on a school night?&lt;br /&gt;- School doesn't start until 11:20 tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What kind of schooling system allows high schoolers to go to school for only THREE hours? and then we don't even have school Friday. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who get's mad about that? me. Why? because my head is pounding and I have Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Big Edie (from Grey Gardens) has words of wisdom for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edith "Big Edie" Bouvier Beale&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Will you shut up? It's a goddamn beautiful day, shut up!&lt;/em&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/1094082830347501227-481838021188550253?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/481838021188550253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=481838021188550253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/481838021188550253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/481838021188550253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-post-ever-maybe-maybe-not.html' title='best post ever.. maybe. maybe not;'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Se6xRQQAwiI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ifamm_Hle0Y/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4218270853619224336</id><published>2009-04-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:06:00.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>true story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2009/04/20/song-chart-memes-oregon-trail/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_3895419" title="song-chart-memes-oregon-trail" alt="song chart memes" src="http://graphjam.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/song-chart-memes-oregon-trail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/"&gt;Funny Graphs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If one more picture gets cut off I'm going to cut someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KEY ON THE SIDE SAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;waiting for computer to read floppy disk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;being afflicted with dysentery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killing three tons of buffalo and squirrels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who else agrees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1094082830347501227-4218270853619224336?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4218270853619224336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4218270853619224336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4218270853619224336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4218270853619224336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-story.html' title='true story'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3358423657248495638</id><published>2009-04-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:37:22.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel well at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/snail.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/snail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 488px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/snail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; he's a cute little snail though, so that makes up for it I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. eff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3358423657248495638?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3358423657248495638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3358423657248495638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3358423657248495638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3358423657248495638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-feel-well-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6234007792003637648</id><published>2009-04-17T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:08:08.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>technology makes life complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like watching Skins, but noooooo the series has to be over until 2010. correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I am super tired right now, but it's like a 10 minute bump that I have to get through, and then I'll be able to stay up for quite some time. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to dance at an Arts Festival, and I really don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing new has really been happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WOAH NELLIE!!! right after I typed that, I got a text from someone who I talked to like a year ago. That's awkaward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6234007792003637648?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6234007792003637648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6234007792003637648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6234007792003637648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6234007792003637648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/technology-makes-life-complicated.html' title='technology makes life complicated'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6712218894152635591</id><published>2009-04-16T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:42:34.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I need sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just read through 19 pages of Perez Hilton. What has the world come to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6712218894152635591?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6712218894152635591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6712218894152635591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6712218894152635591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6712218894152635591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-read-through-19-pages-of-perez.html' title='I need sleep'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7503594664642241949</id><published>2009-04-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:46:08.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><title type='text'>and I will bow humbly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no clue what to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7503594664642241949?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7503594664642241949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7503594664642241949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7503594664642241949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7503594664642241949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-will-bow-humbly.html' title='and I will bow humbly'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-133594979785926369</id><published>2009-04-14T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:56:25.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The one where I get mushy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my friends with all my heart - the ones that stand by you through everything, and seeing them is the best part of the day. The ones who aren't afraid to be affectionate in public, because they don't care what others think. It's nice to know that they're also gotten past the point of caring caring caring.&lt;br /&gt;It also helps that they're two years older than me, because they share experience of their past. They're a good influence on me, but not when we act a fool and people give us dirty looks. haha&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't understand the love we share. I hope one day the people who give us dirty looks can feel what we feel and finally be like "ok i get it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A friend is someone who reaches for your hand, but touches your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are the sunshine of life." -- John Hay (1871)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True friendship is seen through the heart, not through the eye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-133594979785926369?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/133594979785926369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=133594979785926369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/133594979785926369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/133594979785926369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-where-i-get-mushy.html' title='The one where I get mushy'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6845545139743650854</id><published>2009-04-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:47:53.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>lazy dressing dramatic face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't felt like getting dressed in days. Yet I do my make up all elaborate. My make up over rides my clothing these days. How can someone be too lazy to get dressed, but have the energy to apply a full face of makeup? Radonculous.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to beauty school, but its an unrealistic dream. I'll end up being a pharmacist or radiologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm going back to being a vegetarian against raven's advice ;). I felt guilty whenever I ate meat, and I ust feel healthier when I dont eat it.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I cannot kick is junk food. It'll never go away. Oh well I'll live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6845545139743650854?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6845545139743650854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6845545139743650854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6845545139743650854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6845545139743650854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-dressing-dramatic-face.html' title='lazy dressing dramatic face'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6063732512811495201</id><published>2009-04-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:08:46.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>they all know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Easter is not the focus of this post. I just saw &lt;em&gt;Knowing&lt;/em&gt; with Nicholas Cage, and holy bejeezus!! Some things kind of killed it for me, but woah nellie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6063732512811495201?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6063732512811495201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6063732512811495201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6063732512811495201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6063732512811495201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-all-know.html' title='they all know'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3087766864384876324</id><published>2009-04-10T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:04:53.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My stomach is concaving itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During dance I felt like I was going to kneel over and die. I basically did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323247682347939522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sd_5kDXFNsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/N1mjuNzt-ig/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My hair's becoming a beast, but I love it. (that was during dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I need to stop eating junk food. It's getting really bad, and the results will show one day. Motivate me. I used to be a good vegitarian, but I think im going through a growth spurt, so I need to stock up on eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was crap. Things irritate me. Especially pizzahut. Their online ordering ticks me off.&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/1094082830347501227-3087766864384876324?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3087766864384876324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3087766864384876324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3087766864384876324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3087766864384876324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-stomach-is-concaving-itself.html' title='My stomach is concaving itself'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Sd_5kDXFNsI/AAAAAAAAA7M/N1mjuNzt-ig/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1866006562765498172</id><published>2009-04-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:24:54.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm a rebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I wore this shirt, and my friend's said they all planned on getting me it. The YouTube video is my love (which this shirt is based off of), and it has my two favorite things - cats and dancing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/c/0/0/1e/2/AAAADDd3Uu0AAAAAAB4hJg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/c/0/0/1e/2/AAAADDd3Uu0AAAAAAB4hJg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This girl isn't happy to be wearing such a beautiful shirt, but then again she's a hot topic model so I understand. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a less enthusiastic note, because I have to screw up somehow:&lt;br /&gt;  I didn't go to my fifth hour class today because I just didn't want to.. I guess I ditched. So me and my friend went to the dance room to help with the beginning dance class. I get home after I have rehearsal after school, and the school called my house. I got in trouble. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moral of the story: It's better to sit through a class that is way too easy, than to have the school call home and report an absence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-1866006562765498172?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1866006562765498172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1866006562765498172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1866006562765498172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1866006562765498172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-rebel.html' title='I&apos;m a rebel'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7575898178626666063</id><published>2009-04-08T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:32:55.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy birff day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7575898178626666063?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7575898178626666063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7575898178626666063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7575898178626666063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7575898178626666063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m old'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8678517376396739606</id><published>2009-04-07T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:25:55.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>I get older, but some things never change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 3 hours and 35 minutes it's my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thinking back, I realized I spent about 95% of being 15 focusing on dance. I've grown extraordinarily as a dancer and found MY style. Dance has kept me sane.. and sometimes it makes me go crazy. It definetly drives my family crazy when I have to go multiple times a week. I will continue dancing through age 16, 17, 20, 32, and so forth. I don't care how much I have to work for it, but I will make it one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdwZFVX9zmI/AAAAAAAAA7E/yGJDhy9cFAo/s1600-h/porcelain+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322156439072788066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdwZFVX9zmI/AAAAAAAAA7E/yGJDhy9cFAo/s320/porcelain+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8678517376396739606?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8678517376396739606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8678517376396739606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8678517376396739606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8678517376396739606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-get-older-but-some-things-never.html' title='I get older, but some things never change'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdwZFVX9zmI/AAAAAAAAA7E/yGJDhy9cFAo/s72-c/porcelain+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3010448778161010119</id><published>2009-04-06T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:16:01.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but my heart was racing&lt;br /&gt;my mind was screaming&lt;br /&gt;you've got your whole life&lt;br /&gt;to do these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Christofer Drew, Losing It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdqkerLazCI/AAAAAAAAA60/dH0mNuYj4bY/s1600-h/mustachio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746756585311266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdqkerLazCI/AAAAAAAAA60/dH0mNuYj4bY/s320/mustachio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I've wanted to do the past few weeks (or like ever since February) is grow up. I don't take time to be a kid anymore at all. And I'm counting down until I graduate.Tomorrow is my last day being 15, and I feel like this was the last year I had to be juvenile. I know once I AM living on my own and doing the "adult" shindig, I will want life to be like how it is now. You always want what you can't have? I guess I want to stop relying on my parents, brother, and friends. I am very independent, and just want to do my own thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The older I get, the less I want to depend on other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. He's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdqpAiXW0NI/AAAAAAAAA68/btdy-5h-BfA/s1600-h/cristofer+drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751736381526226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdqpAiXW0NI/AAAAAAAAA68/btdy-5h-BfA/s320/cristofer+drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1094082830347501227-3010448778161010119?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3010448778161010119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3010448778161010119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3010448778161010119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3010448778161010119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-my-heart-was-racing-my-mind-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdqkerLazCI/AAAAAAAAA60/dH0mNuYj4bY/s72-c/mustachio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8098625470577173683</id><published>2009-04-05T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:31:13.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>lobster bisque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my left leg and arm looks like a lobster. i should've put on sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8098625470577173683?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8098625470577173683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8098625470577173683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8098625470577173683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8098625470577173683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/lobster-bisque.html' title='lobster bisque'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6969573485455880416</id><published>2009-04-04T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:45:24.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>It's simply decadent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS muthaa fuccccka. (long story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and my friends had a sleep over last night :) Because sometimes you just have to regress to eating junk food all night / morning. I had nice clean fun, opposed to going out and partying with people I hardly even know (like I was going to Friday night).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORY TIME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Today I was waiting in line, to pay for my aquamarine colored v-neck. The cashier said she could help whoever's next in line, and I was next. But some old freakin stickuptheass grandpa YELLS at me "THERE'S A WHOLE LINE OF PEOPLE" So i say "ok sorry." Does the old fart shut up after this? NO. He continues to complain to the people who work at the store (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let me just say I was at Forever 21.. why was an old guy shopping at forever 21 alone?&lt;/span&gt;). He continues saying all this blasphemous things to the employees like "YOU GUYS NEED TO OPEN ANOTHER LANE. HURRY UP SO WE CAN ALL GET ON WITH OUR DAY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is he freakin crazy? There was barely anyone in line, and there were like 5 cash registers open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some people make me so mad. Go take your meds old man. He was out of line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6969573485455880416?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6969573485455880416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6969573485455880416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6969573485455880416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6969573485455880416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-simply-decadent.html' title='It&apos;s simply decadent'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4247705817308982480</id><published>2009-04-02T16:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:46:02.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told my friend to make a list of all the animals he could think of, and he's making me make a list of things that start with "j". So let's get crackalackin. I haven't even thought of anything yet. I'll be adding more throughout April when a radom word comes along. Im a nerd. &lt;strong&gt;NO DICTIONARY CAN BE USED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;juice, jumper, jam, jupiter,january, june, july, jewish, justice, juniper, jizz, jazz, jump, jeté, jerrycurls, just, jaunt, jack, jill, jim, jello, jelly, jabber, jen, jiffy, JUNO, justification, jigglypuff , jeopordy, jawbreaker, jag, jig, jail, juvenile, jog, jungle, jujubee, jubilation, jugular, jumbalaya, jesus, juxtaposition, job, jackpot, judge, jar, jaw, juggle, joint, Japan, journal, jester, jellyfish, jackass, jingle, jinx, jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;add more in the comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-4247705817308982480?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4247705817308982480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4247705817308982480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4247705817308982480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4247705817308982480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-452947309363165753</id><published>2009-04-01T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:41:24.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the worst days in a long time, and it's only going on 5 o'clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nice way to start off the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-452947309363165753?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/452947309363165753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=452947309363165753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/452947309363165753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/452947309363165753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7716783671169254274</id><published>2009-03-30T19:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:05:01.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bus was a success. Why is the sun so bright in Arizona at 6 freakin 30 in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdF6GoRYRXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/u6MIC8S33-U/s1600-h/too+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319166889209382258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdF6GoRYRXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/u6MIC8S33-U/s320/too+bright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For all of April I'm going to &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; and blog everyday. I feel like I just skim the details of my life right now. Plus my birthday is on the 8th, so I want to start accounting the days of my new age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;newhouseisonhavetogooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7716783671169254274?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7716783671169254274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7716783671169254274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7716783671169254274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7716783671169254274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/bus-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdF6GoRYRXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/u6MIC8S33-U/s72-c/too+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4880120583931784720</id><published>2009-03-29T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:19:25.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I'm illiterate at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in desperate need of a camera. Every single picture off of this blog (that are mine) were taken from my phone. That doesn't even sound grammatically correct.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdBFqL6zT-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/qY4X9BgCv5o/s1600-h/boomboom+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318827750980800482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdBFqL6zT-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/qY4X9BgCv5o/s320/boomboom+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letting your hair grow out is a beeotch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdBGSbA2xSI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qXSiMXXPX8Q/s1600-h/boomboom+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318828442227492130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdBGSbA2xSI/AAAAAAAAA6U/qXSiMXXPX8Q/s320/boomboom+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^^^ outfit from Saturday. The shorts were purple - i borrowed them from my thankfully same sized friend. I've never had a friend that is the same size as me, and trust me, we are taking advantage of each others' wardrobes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The grand opening of the FREAKIN GINORMOUS Forever 21 by my house was Saturday. It's the largest one in Arizona. I had to go, just to see if it was really possible to upgrade the small one to two stories. Yeah it was bazarre, but I loved it. AND i fell in love there,, and it wasnt with a clothing item. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well i have to catch the bus in the morning, for the first time in 2 years. That'll be interesting.&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/1094082830347501227-4880120583931784720?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4880120583931784720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4880120583931784720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4880120583931784720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4880120583931784720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-illiterate-at-night.html' title='I&apos;m illiterate at night'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SdBFqL6zT-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/qY4X9BgCv5o/s72-c/boomboom+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8899293662472972982</id><published>2009-03-22T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:05:00.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>A Romping Tweaker (you'll see..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel like writing. And I have a bad streaky spray tan. that's just how spring break goes. I have to go back to school tomorrow.. nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ScamdkdcPhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/_Hr-cJ9oQIs/s1600-h/last+day+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ScamlKwnXpI/AAAAAAAAA5U/RjDvk52DSxU/s1600-h/round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119567631081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ScamlKwnXpI/AAAAAAAAA5U/RjDvk52DSxU/s320/round.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; spectacular romper and sandals from the lovely UO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Scam3prNTpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wQaWofud2ZE/s1600-h/last+day+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119885167546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/Scam3prNTpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wQaWofud2ZE/s320/last+day+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a huge dance production packet to do, when really all I want to do is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ScanGwwSsGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AL3uPqpMac0/s1600-h/last+day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316120144765956194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ScanGwwSsGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AL3uPqpMac0/s320/last+day+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and you need to go read &lt;strong&gt;Tweak&lt;/strong&gt; by Nic Sheff. Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8899293662472972982?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8899293662472972982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8899293662472972982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8899293662472972982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8899293662472972982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/romping-tweaker-youll-see.html' title='A Romping Tweaker (you&apos;ll see..)'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ScamlKwnXpI/AAAAAAAAA5U/RjDvk52DSxU/s72-c/round.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5849845334327003421</id><published>2009-03-14T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:47:56.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>I have a pidgeon in my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been sick (i sound like Gary off of spongebob) and run down the past few days - no actually weeks. For the past few weeks i've just been running myself ragged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So what does one do on the first day of Spring Break, whilst being sick?&lt;br /&gt;tan outside&lt;br /&gt;watch youtube videos all day&lt;br /&gt;eat,eat,eat&lt;br /&gt;see the same sun chips commercial over 25 times but still be mesmerized by it each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a faux hawk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh yes i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbyF2Mfmi3I/AAAAAAAAA48/NvYD_4NfpW4/s1600-h/faux+hawwwk.jpg"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbyF2Mfmi3I/AAAAAAAAA48/NvYD_4NfpW4/s1600-h/faux+hawwwk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313268826503547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbyF2Mfmi3I/AAAAAAAAA48/NvYD_4NfpW4/s320/faux+hawwwk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha dont mind the left side.. falling lope sided.&lt;br /&gt;guurrrl work those uneven eyebrows and missing arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbyG1P7HwzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yM4qUsiN5Gk/s1600-h/faux+hawwwk+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269909756035890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbyG1P7HwzI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yM4qUsiN5Gk/s320/faux+hawwwk+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there was no need for my hand to be on my head, its just a bad habit for pictures. The sides should have been sleeker.&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt want to do it full out today, because i wanted to comb it out after I was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; simple to do (but kind of irritating if you have bangs and layers like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5849845334327003421?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5849845334327003421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5849845334327003421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5849845334327003421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5849845334327003421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-pidgeon-in-my-hair.html' title='I have a pidgeon in my hair'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbyF2Mfmi3I/AAAAAAAAA48/NvYD_4NfpW4/s72-c/faux+hawwwk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-263773658039791145</id><published>2009-03-09T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:15:19.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i don't button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbWucc1THdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9ACcWS20xcA/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311343139352681938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbWucc1THdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9ACcWS20xcA/s320/nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wore this today. I'm kind of over my previous style. I feel more mature lately. Since when does satin and pearls signify maturity?&lt;br /&gt;[the buttons are done up wrong in this picture. haha how sophisticated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What I am wearing tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311344063701530242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbWvSQTPNoI/AAAAAAAAA4k/sPF6pFT7Ukw/s320/guuurl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the best one, of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;We all look like we feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;lyrics by Dashboard confessional&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/1094082830347501227-263773658039791145?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/263773658039791145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=263773658039791145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/263773658039791145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/263773658039791145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/clear-liquor-and-cloudy-eyed-too-early.html' title='i don&apos;t button'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbWucc1THdI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9ACcWS20xcA/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5721851993786896740</id><published>2009-03-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:58:20.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>We are the champions (for once)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm watching Beetlejuice and being amazed by how much my layers are growing out. I'm sick of short detached layers. I want long flowing hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday was Arizona State Competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For Pom we got .. *drum roll please* FIRST PLACE!! We're number one in state! woooootwooot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For Jazz we got THIRD PLACE! Which is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; good, considering we hated the costume / dance. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All our hard work paid off, and it's nice to see some positive results. VERY positive results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbQGTzuyliI/AAAAAAAAA4M/5UdNqeNrgVk/s1600-h/state+competition+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbQGf0UU5-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/WW5JV7aqlq0/s1600-h/state+competition+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310877004266268642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbQGf0UU5-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/WW5JV7aqlq0/s320/state+competition+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I had really bad bedhead the other day, and I'd thought I'd share. Everyone thought I just woke up. BUENOS DIAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5721851993786896740?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5721851993786896740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5721851993786896740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5721851993786896740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5721851993786896740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-champions-for-once.html' title='We are the champions (for once)'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SbQGf0UU5-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/WW5JV7aqlq0/s72-c/state+competition+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4422638243258025584</id><published>2009-03-01T21:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:19:10.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>i sat here trying to think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm thrown back into the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I got back from Cougartown as a Counselor In Training (CIT).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The delegates who went from my school (it was their first time going) really helped me find myself. It was their experience (i already had mine), and I observed so many things. It confirmed that I want change. It confirmed that I love so many people. It confirmed that I am afraid. It scares me to have the responsibility of almost a hundred people looking at me for guidance and leadership. But I honestly feel that I did a very good job, and there's no "right" way to do it. Multiple people told me that I helped them, and it made me feel an emotion that I cannot describe. I feel accomplished. BUT I will only truely feel accomplished when we go back to school and the students spread their knowledge to the rest of the school. Because I feel one is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cougartown doesn't change you. You change yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want other people be hurt by the pain I once felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will say what I need to say, tell the people I love that I love them, and love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stand up and scream at you all.&lt;br /&gt;why arent you doing anything&lt;br /&gt;You have to be the change that you want to see&lt;br /&gt;You cant help whom who like or love&lt;br /&gt;Hobo Jim is going to come sleep in your sleeping bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I became sisters with the strongest and most respectable brothers, and created a sisterhood with other women who have all had sorrows. Saying that I "met a lot of amazing people" isn't enough. That does not even cover the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I realized that I have a deeper feeling of love for some. And want others to feel the same. But I don't fully understand. If anything, things got a lot more confusing. What happens when you realize a friend deserves a "title" greater than just a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I believe love is the answer. I believe love will find a way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-4422638243258025584?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4422638243258025584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4422638243258025584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4422638243258025584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4422638243258025584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sat-here-trying-to-think-of-title.html' title='i sat here trying to think of a title'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-118981893481128739</id><published>2009-02-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:22:30.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>thats something i would say (jokingly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaNnfrDJ_eI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HqxJT0TFl5o/s1600-h/dont+call+us+violent.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306198579802144226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaNnfrDJ_eI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HqxJT0TFl5o/s320/dont+call+us+violent.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;those signs terrify me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-118981893481128739?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/118981893481128739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=118981893481128739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/118981893481128739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/118981893481128739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-something-i-would-say-jokingly.html' title='thats something i would say (jokingly)'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaNnfrDJ_eI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HqxJT0TFl5o/s72-c/dont+call+us+violent.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6909767969565504205</id><published>2009-02-21T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:11:11.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>I dont deserve a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess what movie characters are on my most favorite blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaDdtQ9xHsI/AAAAAAAAA30/jIFVzRxxCR4/s1600-h/blankie+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305484130760335042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaDdtQ9xHsI/AAAAAAAAA30/jIFVzRxxCR4/s320/blankie+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. buy me a labradoodle and i will love you unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaDeGmNIvyI/AAAAAAAAA38/zb9YLtfuU3g/s1600-h/blankie+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305484565958672162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaDeGmNIvyI/AAAAAAAAA38/zb9YLtfuU3g/s320/blankie+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6909767969565504205?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6909767969565504205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6909767969565504205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6909767969565504205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6909767969565504205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-movie-characters-are-on-my.html' title='I dont deserve a title'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SaDdtQ9xHsI/AAAAAAAAA30/jIFVzRxxCR4/s72-c/blankie+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1895205580319157656</id><published>2009-02-19T18:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:53:53.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Schedule for next year. Junior at last.&lt;br /&gt;   The classes will be broken up into four per semester (8 total for the year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English III honors&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Human Physiology&lt;br /&gt;AZ/US History&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sociology&lt;br /&gt;Spanish I&lt;br /&gt;Spanish II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Child Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CANNOT WAIT! (no sarcasm)&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/1094082830347501227-1895205580319157656?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1895205580319157656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1895205580319157656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1895205580319157656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1895205580319157656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/02/schedule-for-next-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7190483146669581049</id><published>2009-02-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:56:44.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>let's pause life as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wi&lt;/span&gt;sh my whole life could be like this weekend. It cannot be described in words. Pictures better suit it - "a picture is worth a thousand words" as they say.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds crazy, but I feel like a new person. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. Like I can relax a little bit. I don't know if I should say everything that happened, but I want it to stay in my mind forever. Think of it as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I get to see these 5 people everyday, I just wish everyday could have the aesthetic as our trip to California did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjh3m7U2BI/AAAAAAAAA3E/LVV8MFpw0Xk/s1600-h/pier+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303236906687191058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjh3m7U2BI/AAAAAAAAA3E/LVV8MFpw0Xk/s320/pier+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjidw37IsI/AAAAAAAAA3M/jx_1bf32GgA/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjip1x3sFI/AAAAAAAAA3U/4_cWVEw4Fl0/s1600-h/HORRIBLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303237769667522642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjip1x3sFI/AAAAAAAAA3U/4_cWVEw4Fl0/s320/HORRIBLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZji7zj-dYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/60-QosGjnYI/s1600-h/threw+my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303238078310020482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZji7zj-dYI/AAAAAAAAA3c/60-QosGjnYI/s320/threw+my+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjjGIhlslI/AAAAAAAAA3k/siWG7zlHBBU/s1600-h/dontwearyourheartonyoursleeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303238255735845458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjjGIhlslI/AAAAAAAAA3k/siWG7zlHBBU/s320/dontwearyourheartonyoursleeve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I threw my heart into the ocean because I'll never find love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7190483146669581049?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7190483146669581049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7190483146669581049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7190483146669581049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7190483146669581049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-pause-life-as-it-is.html' title='let&apos;s pause life as it is'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SZjh3m7U2BI/AAAAAAAAA3E/LVV8MFpw0Xk/s72-c/pier+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4507161767545560848</id><published>2009-02-07T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:23:35.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>Buon giorno, Principessa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;February is going to be hectic (and amazing) - it already has been.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I leave for California with my dance group. We're going to Disneyland, taking classes from Debbie Reynold's studio, and seeing Phantom of the Oprah. Oh my god.. did i just spell Oprah?... I'm not even going to correct it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I have a week off, and then I'm going to Cougartown as a counsilor in training. Im so flippin excited - I haven't been able to contain myself for the past few monthes. the mere thought of it makes me so freakin hfdghjkdfghshfkljg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is what I do during College Algebra on a scientific calculator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4jJ2LERPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/h-pGkIOjNS8/s1600-h/loook+at+me+look+at+me+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4jJ2LERPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/h-pGkIOjNS8/s1600-h/loook+at+me+look+at+me+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300212463529379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4jJ2LERPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/h-pGkIOjNS8/s320/loook+at+me+look+at+me+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm fixing my hair to go back to how it used to be. It's at a really awkward stage right now, but will be worth it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4ks1twy1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/GaV9-lQNjpI/s1600-h/loook+at+me+look+at+me+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214164213517138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4ks1twy1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/GaV9-lQNjpI/s320/loook+at+me+look+at+me+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I will end with the awkward wrist of doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4lTMAmPYI/AAAAAAAAA20/GR6manHe-Fo/s1600-h/wrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214823033126274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4lTMAmPYI/AAAAAAAAA20/GR6manHe-Fo/s320/wrist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-4507161767545560848?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4507161767545560848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4507161767545560848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4507161767545560848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4507161767545560848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/02/buon-giorno-principessa.html' title='Buon giorno, Principessa!'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SY4jJ2LERPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/h-pGkIOjNS8/s72-c/loook+at+me+look+at+me+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3445066472301018086</id><published>2009-02-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:32:11.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3445066472301018086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3445066472301018086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/02/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6054215878227585572</id><published>2009-01-29T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:02:48.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I looked gothic. It was horrible. But only my face did. My clothes were how I normally dress. See for your own eyes. HORRIBLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SYH6I8AFANI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UGWwxZV8880/s1600-h/badd+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296789668216766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SYH6I8AFANI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UGWwxZV8880/s320/badd+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ew. Just no. Never wearing black eyeshadow again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this week has not been good. I cried almost all day yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was a half day so school ended at 10:20. what a waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In class we each wrote down 5 things we want to change about ourselves,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then threw it across the room in a ball. And read someone else's. And we made a list on the board of all the insecurities written down.&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure mine didn't get read outloud - or someone reworded what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;The other day my friend (who's in that class with me) told me he &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;have cancer. But doesn't find out until thursday. I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6054215878227585572?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6054215878227585572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6054215878227585572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6054215878227585572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6054215878227585572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-morning-i-looked-gothic.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SYH6I8AFANI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UGWwxZV8880/s72-c/badd+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6859373356768847745</id><published>2009-01-27T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:48:56.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>In love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX_VATrKW0I/AAAAAAAAA10/5a6DHcVEcgA/s1600-h/fre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296185888069016386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX_VATrKW0I/AAAAAAAAA10/5a6DHcVEcgA/s320/fre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX_VZTZxXYI/AAAAAAAAA18/x1MVySmm2RI/s1600-h/luke+pasqualino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296186317492804994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX_VZTZxXYI/AAAAAAAAA18/x1MVySmm2RI/s320/luke+pasqualino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6859373356768847745?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6859373356768847745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6859373356768847745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6859373356768847745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6859373356768847745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-love.html' title='In love'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX_VATrKW0I/AAAAAAAAA10/5a6DHcVEcgA/s72-c/fre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7085674415984553986</id><published>2009-01-25T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:46:42.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eye color? &lt;strong&gt;brown and green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair color? &lt;strong&gt;dark mahogany brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height? &lt;strong&gt;5'2 sukka!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~fill in the blank~&lt;br /&gt;i have a crush on... &lt;strong&gt;christofer Drew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be... &lt;strong&gt;an astronaut to escape the confines of gravity - playradioplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i the time is... &lt;strong&gt;8:31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date is... &lt;strong&gt;January 25th ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~random~&lt;br /&gt;hello: &lt;strong&gt;bonjour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye" &lt;strong&gt;why you leave so soon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream: &lt;strong&gt;i mad that they shut down the cold stone by my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onomatopoeia: &lt;strong&gt;buzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glamorous: &lt;strong&gt;not fergie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fergalicious: &lt;strong&gt;trannylicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing: &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance: &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, And:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX0x0Tbpx7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/nsQ_OAAAJgY/s1600-h/sanjaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX0x0Tbpx7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/nsQ_OAAAJgY/s1600-h/sanjaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295443511496787890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX0x0Tbpx7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/nsQ_OAAAJgY/s320/sanjaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks like a bigger fruit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7085674415984553986?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7085674415984553986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7085674415984553986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7085674415984553986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7085674415984553986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-weekend.html' title='Goodbye Weekend'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SX0x0Tbpx7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/nsQ_OAAAJgY/s72-c/sanjaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-9092670984867944750</id><published>2009-01-24T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:14:46.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'>MMMM nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so bored lately. I guess a lot has happened, but I just let it happen and don't even care. I just dont even care. I just dont even care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Last Saturday we had State competition for pom and got fourth. No, we deserved AT LEAST third. We did really well, and the stupid blonde-bimbo-former-cheerleader judges were corrupt. CORRUPT I TELL YOU!! But im not a cheerleader, or even close to being one, so it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;- I find out of i made it as a CIT (counsilor in training) for Cougartown on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- My older brother went to the hospital last night because he crashed on his dirtbike. But he's okey now.&lt;br /&gt;- Last Saturday we got a new kitten. He's like a mix between a polar bear and a white tiger. And is a pain in the butt. But cute - AND STEPPING ON MY KEYBOARD, THUS RUINING THE POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SXvW3NXmb1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/HX_3gLcDFdA/s1600-h/soulja+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295062030873947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SXvW3NXmb1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/HX_3gLcDFdA/s320/soulja+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend was taking pictures of me in the locker room before dance like 2 weeks ago, because I had a cow shirt on - this picture is golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SXvXjuMAegI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vZgBKOqwCas/s1600-h/swiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295062795597937154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SXvXjuMAegI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vZgBKOqwCas/s320/swiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stuck my hips out, leaned back, and nonchalantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looked over to the side. haha number one way to look amazingly silly in a photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and lately my nose is alternating between being stuffy and running.&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/1094082830347501227-9092670984867944750?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9092670984867944750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=9092670984867944750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/9092670984867944750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/9092670984867944750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmmm-nothing.html' title='MMMM nothing'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SXvW3NXmb1I/AAAAAAAAA1c/HX_3gLcDFdA/s72-c/soulja+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3789632612180589438</id><published>2009-01-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:06:56.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Jay Asher (an author)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[a part of an answer he gave at the back of &lt;em&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why&lt;/em&gt;] -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's also very important to be aware of how we reat others. Even though someone appears to shrug off a sideways comment or to not be affected by a rumor, it's impossible to know everything else going on in that person's life, and how we migt be adding to his/her plan. &lt;strong&gt;People do have an impact on the lives of others; that's undeniable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1094082830347501227-3789632612180589438?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3789632612180589438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3789632612180589438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3789632612180589438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3789632612180589438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/jay-asher-author.html' title='Jay Asher (an author)'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8361244690418348561</id><published>2009-01-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:53:02.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hello there :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no motivation for blogging. Well.. that got to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to delete this blog&lt;/strong&gt;, because I love it dearly, but I might take a wee little break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been going through a weird faze:&lt;br /&gt;eating breakfast for dinner &lt;strong&gt;everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not matching everyday (and liking it) - neons and darks. plaid and argyle.&lt;br /&gt;techno 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;meeting new people who are younger than me and getting along with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what an oddball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SW_2OBy-SBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CreuhJwZxqg/s1600-h/seaotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291718808044455954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SW_2OBy-SBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CreuhJwZxqg/s320/seaotter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, I ate 10 jalapenos today and survived to tell the tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8361244690418348561?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8361244690418348561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8361244690418348561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8361244690418348561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8361244690418348561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-there.html' title='Hello there :)'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SW_2OBy-SBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CreuhJwZxqg/s72-c/seaotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5643672679215179946</id><published>2009-01-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:04:03.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><title type='text'>The Brave Little Toaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever seen The Brave Little Toaster? It has a lot of life lessons and is really emotional. Not even lying to you. I used to watch it all the time as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a memory that you think is on the verge of imagination?&lt;br /&gt;Like you can't be sure that it really happened, or if it was just something you made up. I get like that about a lot of movies from when I was a YOUNG kid (like 3 or 4). Sometimes I'm not sure if it was a real movie, or if I just made it up in my head.. The Brave Little Toaster is one of those movies, but i know that it's real. Thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5643672679215179946?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5643672679215179946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5643672679215179946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5643672679215179946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5643672679215179946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/brave-little-toaster.html' title='The Brave Little Toaster'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7055098736511722541</id><published>2009-01-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:24:32.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Is there a hole in your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or am I mistaken. I can see your capillary veins.&lt;br /&gt;you be the patient i'll be the surgeon&lt;br /&gt;just like 1st grade on the playground all day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I am a Pirate, You are a Princess; Playradioplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWphKWEJaGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/zVN50_PU31U/s1600-h/squir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290147542649628770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWphKWEJaGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/zVN50_PU31U/s320/squir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ordered this dress and tights on Christmas day with my UO gift card (i got like 7 other things too), But it fits a little bit weird. It's really wide at the bottom - like a bell bottom, and I have to wear a belt with it around the waist. But other than poor fitting, the pattern is amazing. &lt;strong&gt;not even going to lie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soon enough you'll hear the black top&lt;br /&gt;calling your name every day your life&lt;br /&gt;will never be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290149010338706162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWpifxofcvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/3tWSFhpq4xE/s200/squirrel+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the squirrel is my favorite, but there's a bunch of other woodland animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWpjA8OnumI/AAAAAAAAA0k/b4o8r8-cJ54/s1600-h/rrtr.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290149580118669922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWpjA8OnumI/AAAAAAAAA0k/b4o8r8-cJ54/s320/rrtr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to wear it to school tomorrow, contrary to the fact that NO ONE wears heels.&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/1094082830347501227-7055098736511722541?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7055098736511722541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7055098736511722541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7055098736511722541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7055098736511722541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-there-hole-in-your-heart.html' title='Is there a hole in your heart'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWphKWEJaGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/zVN50_PU31U/s72-c/squir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-261583475701629991</id><published>2009-01-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:51:00.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>This will be my cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gtfbsNHxh8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gtfbsNHxh8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-261583475701629991?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/261583475701629991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=261583475701629991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/261583475701629991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/261583475701629991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-will-be-my-cat.html' title='This will be my cat'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5068172193484268988</id><published>2009-01-09T23:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:43:56.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>Dony stop wont stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got back from my friend's 18th birthday party, and I'm really happy to have this group of friends. They dont drink, and are level headed. Yeah we get all crazy and act a fool all the time, but it's better than being intoxicated and not remembering what the heck even happened.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she had a good time, because she graduated early and only really sees her boyfriend most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But the party was good times, and I'm happy I went. But I epically failed at guitar hero. BUT laughing our faces off at this one stupid game we played made up for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5068172193484268988?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5068172193484268988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5068172193484268988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5068172193484268988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5068172193484268988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/dony-stop-wont-stop.html' title='Dony stop wont stop'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7011364547456454400</id><published>2009-01-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:10:48.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>When the brain wanders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a dream that you've woken up from, that has affected your day drastically? And it keeps popping up in your head all day and worries you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This morning I woke up from a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; realistic dream. It scared / annoyed / fascinated me, but I dont ever want it to happen. Not for my sake - I wouldnt care. But for everyone else's. So through out the day I kept on thinking about it over and over and over. And it make me sick - like physically sick (like a stomach ache from just thinking about it). Or maybe it was just a coincidence. I over analyze everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But im going to look up the components in my dream dictionary book, because Ive been thinking all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. Raven it involves what we talked about over summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7011364547456454400?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7011364547456454400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7011364547456454400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7011364547456454400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7011364547456454400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-brain-wanders.html' title='When the brain wanders'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5394635675456459548</id><published>2009-01-08T19:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:51:44.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>His collar bone amazes me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWa7ZsHm9GI/AAAAAAAAA0M/cFRxMB9SNlM/s1600-h/french.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289120862407423074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWa7ZsHm9GI/AAAAAAAAA0M/cFRxMB9SNlM/s320/french.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wrote that as a comment on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thesartorialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5394635675456459548?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5394635675456459548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5394635675456459548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5394635675456459548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5394635675456459548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-collar-bone-amazes-me.html' title='His collar bone amazes me'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWa7ZsHm9GI/AAAAAAAAA0M/cFRxMB9SNlM/s72-c/french.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2922482974570351533</id><published>2009-01-07T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:36:39.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>Man Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's what this 7 year old girl was saying when she was dancing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;BUT she wasn't saying it to me, she was saying it to the guy that works at the studio. Guys need to be put in line sometimes, even if it's by a seven year old.&lt;br /&gt;I had to do a thing about my life from birth until the future (like what we want to do) And I made my life seem happier than it is. Or maybe it really has been happy over all, and the individual bad days make it seem like I'm always depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anywhoo, I found some pictures from 2 years ago. And I look A LOT different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWVjxW9DpzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_X4fk4ibv2U/s1600-h/8th+gradee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWVjxW9DpzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_X4fk4ibv2U/s1600-h/8th+gradee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288743037042927410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWVjxW9DpzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_X4fk4ibv2U/s320/8th+gradee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(click for bigger)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blonde hair does NOT suit me at all. My face is all washed out and red, because we were at a water park all day and I was going to a dance.&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird how someone can change over the course of two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWVl3outIsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/382rFE72YJ8/s1600-h/herrrr+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288745343917040322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWVl3outIsI/AAAAAAAAAzs/382rFE72YJ8/s200/herrrr+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;excuse the face. haha&lt;br /&gt;but that's how I looks now. My appearance / style has done a 180. And I like the drastic changes I've made over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. what color hair looks best on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-2922482974570351533?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2922482974570351533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2922482974570351533' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2922482974570351533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2922482974570351533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-up.html' title='Man Up'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SWVjxW9DpzI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_X4fk4ibv2U/s72-c/8th+gradee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2282654578522477561</id><published>2009-01-04T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:15:30.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Honey Im Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I got back from California. I was sick the whole time, but it wasn't a bad trip. I just hate driving for hours and hours (like 4).&lt;br /&gt;We were in Newport Harbor and Balboa the first two days and then went to anahein for Supercross.. but i didnt go becasue I was on my deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you&lt;/strong&gt;, I felt like I was at an UGG Convention (i hope one doesn't exist). Everywhere I looked, someone was wearing Uggs. there's no originality.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to take pictures because I got my phone taken away New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPYYYYYYY JOY.. note the sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to go back to school, and I still want the legwarmers below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-2282654578522477561?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2282654578522477561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2282654578522477561' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2282654578522477561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2282654578522477561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey Im Home'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5106568901434228709</id><published>2009-01-01T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:49:05.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>Stella McCartney for Adidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her collaberation with Adidas is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;If you play a sport, do yoga, or dance I suggest you look into it. OR even if you just want comfortable clothes to work out in, or for just staying at home, her clothing and accessories are the thing that every girl and woman needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adidas.com/campaigns/stella08/content/fw08/index.asp?strCountry_adidascom=us&amp;amp;entryPoint=2773" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="adidas by Stella McCartney" src="http://www.adidas.com/campaigns/stella08/content/fw08/img/73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really want these cream colored legwarmers.. like A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adidas.com/campaigns/stella08/content/fw08/index.asp?strCountry_adidascom=us&amp;amp;entryPoint=2335" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="adidas by Stella McCartney" src="http://www.adidas.com/campaigns/stella08/content/fw08/img/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5106568901434228709?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5106568901434228709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5106568901434228709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5106568901434228709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5106568901434228709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2009/01/stella-mccartney-for-adidas.html' title='Stella McCartney for Adidas'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6101337038754601147</id><published>2008-12-31T19:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:03:16.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'>I cannot wait for this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be over.&lt;br /&gt;2008 = crap year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;except for yesterday (see post below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*edit @ 10:58 PM:&lt;br /&gt;  P.S. my new year's resolution is to stop being such a grump. and to eat healthier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I ended 2008 with a bang, by getting my phone taken away and crying for a long time. Mehh same old same old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-6101337038754601147?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6101337038754601147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6101337038754601147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6101337038754601147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6101337038754601147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cannot-wait-for-this-year.html' title='I cannot wait for this year'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7741900258106303912</id><published>2008-12-30T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:13:07.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>Day of Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today Lady Luck came knocking on my window. It's about time something good happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got my haircut by an AMAZING guy. He's like.. I don't even know. Really freakin good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVrS-RHp9BI/AAAAAAAAAy8/iJOGDiJN4jM/s1600-h/herrrr+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVrS-RHp9BI/AAAAAAAAAy8/iJOGDiJN4jM/s1600-h/herrrr+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285769079861933074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVrS-RHp9BI/AAAAAAAAAy8/iJOGDiJN4jM/s320/herrrr+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The layers are mega short again. And the layers from the back are pushed to the front. Too crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVrTTWgm8CI/AAAAAAAAAzE/PD6za0TU01A/s1600-h/herrrr+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285769442086023202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVrTTWgm8CI/AAAAAAAAAzE/PD6za0TU01A/s320/herrrr+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ANYWAY! That's not the point. The point is, he wants to use me as a model for his photo shoot. So hopefully he'll follow through with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I started dancing at the new studio by my house. And shooot, I am so happy that I did. The owner is pregnant and needs help (because she could injure herself and the baby if she dances too much). So she basically gave me a job teaching her classes for her. Woop woop!! It's just what I wanted. But instead of getting paid with money because she's tight on cash, I get to take as many classes as I want. Which is better than money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stuff like this &lt;strong&gt;rarely&lt;/strong&gt; happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel greatful that I am getting opportunities like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7741900258106303912?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7741900258106303912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7741900258106303912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7741900258106303912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7741900258106303912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-of-opportunities.html' title='Day of Opportunities'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVrS-RHp9BI/AAAAAAAAAy8/iJOGDiJN4jM/s72-c/herrrr+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-6083239583988231901</id><published>2008-12-28T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:13:13.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>Skins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im shakin in my boots for the new series to start. Although they could never replace Maxxie and Chris and Cassie and Toni and Jal and Michelle and Sid and you get the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meet Freddie (from the new series [3]).. he reminds me of someone I know /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;knew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVg_J4vDsTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LTWvcYtyUPE/s1600-h/freddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVg_J4vDsTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LTWvcYtyUPE/s1600-h/freddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285043601800409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVg_J4vDsTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LTWvcYtyUPE/s320/freddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's really scary.. Yeah he's a made up character, but it feels like they based his character off of who I knew. he looks like him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Im bamboozled now.&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/1094082830347501227-6083239583988231901?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6083239583988231901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=6083239583988231901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6083239583988231901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/6083239583988231901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/skins.html' title='Skins'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVg_J4vDsTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/LTWvcYtyUPE/s72-c/freddie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-2632263118275168399</id><published>2008-12-27T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:52:46.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Baby Anne Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVaOmWXHjcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/JhGa3pjd_gk/s1600-h/anna+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568002254572994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVaOmWXHjcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/JhGa3pjd_gk/s320/anna+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My fashion sense was impeccable for a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK HOW FREAKIN CHUBBY MY CHEEKS WERE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How did I go from that, to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVaPTM35zaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4HbRLXgBS2M/s1600-h/dress+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568772801842594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVaPTM35zaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4HbRLXgBS2M/s320/dress+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Im an old lady, Im probably going to wonder why I made certain choices, or dressed a certain way (like how I do now). But I won't regret anything. Because really, I like who I am right now (well there can be an attitude adjustment). And hopefully my old grandma self will say "daaaang I was one strappin lad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-2632263118275168399?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2632263118275168399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=2632263118275168399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2632263118275168399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/2632263118275168399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-anna.html' title='Baby Anne Marie'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVaOmWXHjcI/AAAAAAAAAyM/JhGa3pjd_gk/s72-c/anna+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7493208906362744360</id><published>2008-12-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:34:51.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>wind can die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVbsbwZZCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kvrMXjqb34U/s1600-h/xmass+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284230556712264738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVbsbwZZCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kvrMXjqb34U/s200/xmass+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been really windy ever since last night. And the sound is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and cold and not in the mood. Happy that its just my family home today - aka all the relatives left.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas went by so fast: you prepare for it for a while, and then it's gone in a few hours. But I really appreciate everything I got - even though it's not all about receiving gifts and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few things that were near each other, so I just arranged them for a photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVZxLh93aI/AAAAAAAAAw8/K8ANI4VsgiA/s1600-h/xmass+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284228439232863650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVZxLh93aI/AAAAAAAAAw8/K8ANI4VsgiA/s320/xmass+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I watched Across the Universe (for the 50th time), while a bunch of people were over. Whatever I like Jude and Max way better than people I don't even know. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first time I saw it last year, it was love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The best thing I got was money to pay for dance classes at the new studio that's like a minute away from my house. My friend works there, and hopefully by summer I can have a job demo-ing for her or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's really cold outside, and windy. And this blogger is extremely tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVbPNXBhuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YibFVk4TrTs/s1600-h/soft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284230054631540450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVbPNXBhuI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YibFVk4TrTs/s320/soft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(now we just have to get through New Years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7493208906362744360?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7493208906362744360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7493208906362744360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7493208906362744360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7493208906362744360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/wind-can-die.html' title='wind can die'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SVVbsbwZZCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/kvrMXjqb34U/s72-c/xmass+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-364016913071994930</id><published>2008-12-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:17:13.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>"Hey Mom do you want me to tell you something to get you mad?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;That's what I say every Christmas. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Following that, I start laughing really bad and then say "It doesnt even feel like Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;It gets my mom sooo mad. And makes me laugh because I dont mean it.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we actually slept in until 5:30. And we still have to do the Santa thing, because of my little brother. But this is basically his last year of believing&lt;br /&gt;(shun the non believers).&lt;br /&gt;Today went well. I just kinda went about the day. Dinner [well lunch] was amazing though.Then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at around 8 o'clock i got really hyper. and now im crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i'll take pictures tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; A marathon or house is on until 2 o'clock tonight.&lt;br /&gt;AND it's on all day tomorrow. I'll go more into the festive details tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-364016913071994930?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/364016913071994930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=364016913071994930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/364016913071994930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/364016913071994930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-mom-do-you-want-me-to-tell-you.html' title='&quot;Hey Mom do you want me to tell you something to get you mad?&quot;'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-587668240036537712</id><published>2008-12-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:19:52.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night my dad had to take our kitten to the vet because he's been sick for three monthes. and no matter how many times we've taken him prior to last night the idiot vet always said to just give him time to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we couldnt let him suffer any longer, so i guess my dad took him to an emergency vet place. I was asleep and had no clue. Just showd how oblivious i am to things.&lt;br /&gt;They said that his Kidney was failing and he died. I never got to kiss him goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_lv24_QjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FzRIWcmBM_4/s1600-h/quickeye+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_lv24_QjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FzRIWcmBM_4/s1600-h/quickeye+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_lv24_QjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FzRIWcmBM_4/s1600-h/quickeye+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282693498280034866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_lv24_QjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FzRIWcmBM_4/s320/quickeye+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was during the day yesterday, hours before he died. It's strange, because I've never really taken pictures of him, but something was telling me to. RIP Jimmy. Iloveyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today's outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_mT3Fd12I/AAAAAAAAAwU/zMtOIBQUJYY/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282694116807661410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_mT3Fd12I/AAAAAAAAAwU/zMtOIBQUJYY/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worn out skinny jeans, mom's gladiator esque heeled sandals, flowy white blouse dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_m76lJVjI/AAAAAAAAAwc/OcI2MW33pQI/s1600-h/dress+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_nCCrfOGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/xQOxDl4SUos/s1600-h/dress+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_nMzOoB5I/AAAAAAAAAws/zNSLLLvFRlA/s1600-h/dress+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695095024879506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_nMzOoB5I/AAAAAAAAAws/zNSLLLvFRlA/s320/dress+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_nfLakrbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/SpN8dIQYiBw/s1600-h/dress+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282695410755087794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_nfLakrbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/SpN8dIQYiBw/s320/dress+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; These last two were not edited at all (nor was Jimmy's). Love how eerie they came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. Blogger is looking really strange lately.. doesnt it?&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/1094082830347501227-587668240036537712?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/587668240036537712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=587668240036537712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/587668240036537712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/587668240036537712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SU_lv24_QjI/AAAAAAAAAwM/FzRIWcmBM_4/s72-c/quickeye+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1555240872751824119</id><published>2008-12-19T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:09:11.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>te interwebz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My rubber[head]band, it gives me powers.&lt;br /&gt;But it causes a headache after a while. but its worth the pain because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Computer makes me go 'ehh?' notice the brow furrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUw2YByTMII/AAAAAAAAAus/L0DOoF3HYF0/s1600-h/ffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUw2YByTMII/AAAAAAAAAus/L0DOoF3HYF0/s1600-h/ffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656249422917762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUw2YByTMII/AAAAAAAAAus/L0DOoF3HYF0/s320/ffff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then again it makes me smile. especially lolcatsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUw2nji1sYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5gamvxZCOYw/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656516182913410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUw2nji1sYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5gamvxZCOYw/s320/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awkward arm/hand thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-1555240872751824119?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1555240872751824119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1555240872751824119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1555240872751824119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1555240872751824119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-interwebz.html' title='te interwebz'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUw2YByTMII/AAAAAAAAAus/L0DOoF3HYF0/s72-c/ffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4027372540478594976</id><published>2008-12-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:19:33.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was an odd year. I was going to stay that it went by fast, but it really didn't. So much happened, I'm pretty sure I couldnt remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try.. just not now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;House is on and it absorbs my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today I bought Britney Spears' album and I must say, it is really good!&lt;br /&gt;It sparked me to start choreographing a bunch of random stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUsfdRZQdFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TwDoOYbEGs4/s1600-h/round+my+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUsfdRZQdFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TwDoOYbEGs4/s1600-h/round+my+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281349575768044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUsfdRZQdFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TwDoOYbEGs4/s200/round+my+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUsfldVAwYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UJcMGhi3j2g/s1600-h/round+my+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281349716410417538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUsfldVAwYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UJcMGhi3j2g/s200/round+my+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A little mermaid shirt, spandex, a scarf, and holiday socks. It cant get much better than that. - no i didnt go out into public :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh shoot I gotta go! this is getting intense (House).&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/1094082830347501227-4027372540478594976?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4027372540478594976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4027372540478594976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4027372540478594976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4027372540478594976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUsfdRZQdFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TwDoOYbEGs4/s72-c/round+my+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7699385230673510839</id><published>2008-12-17T19:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:09:39.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Winnie the Pooh is wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“I used to believe in forever, but forever is too good to be true.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUm-0bMpgNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NFh3ofXBJiE/s1600-h/winnie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280961845931901138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUm-0bMpgNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NFh3ofXBJiE/s320/winnie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7699385230673510839?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7699385230673510839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7699385230673510839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7699385230673510839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7699385230673510839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/winnie-pooh-is-wisdom.html' title='Winnie the Pooh is wisdom'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUm-0bMpgNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NFh3ofXBJiE/s72-c/winnie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1645160595764484356</id><published>2008-12-16T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:34:05.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howstheweather?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Survived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finals (almost)&lt;/strong&gt;. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;I finished my topics finals, and there's no way I can fail the class because I have a 91%. That was reassuring when I didn't know half the questions on the test. But Part 2 (word problems) was super easy for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In English we didn't have an exam. BUT we have to rewrite a scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream and act it out without our script at hand. What the eff, this isnt drama class. My group's scene is all ghetto. It's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;Biology had 100 questions and i was buggin out!! I forgot everything we learned. and we still have another exam. Oh well I have a 98.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice the pattern of me not caring about exams because I have a good grade :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And lastly, in dance tomorrow we have a choreographer coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LET WINTER BREAK BEGIN!! wooo yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-1645160595764484356?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1645160595764484356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1645160595764484356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1645160595764484356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1645160595764484356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-survived.html' title='I Survived'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5377187821289709104</id><published>2008-12-13T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:23:07.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dontfeelgood'/><title type='text'>maybe it's just in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know you have a little life in you yet.&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a lot of strength left.&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a little life in you yet.&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a lot of strength left.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- This Woman's Work, Kate Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do not feel good at all today. All I've done is clean, eat, and watch a movie. And a few minutes ago I was in the worst pain ever. I always get really sick whenever I eat. It happens often, and i hate it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUQ02yYeWhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hPj7JlTB_Jk/s1600-h/ow+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279402779027069458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUQ02yYeWhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hPj7JlTB_Jk/s320/ow+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, darling, make it go,&lt;br /&gt;Make it go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How can one little body have so much waste inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dance warm up jacket from last year's competition group has been so comfortable lately. [BTW i did a few quad turns today, without flopping around. they looked good if i do say so myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUQ1VZEZwOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GhXvH45Rnls/s1600-h/ow+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279403304807940322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUQ1VZEZwOI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GhXvH45Rnls/s320/ow+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now I have to read &lt;em&gt;A Separate Peace&lt;/em&gt;. shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to make me feel sicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5377187821289709104?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5377187821289709104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5377187821289709104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5377187821289709104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5377187821289709104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-you-have-little-life-in-you-yet.html' title='maybe it&apos;s just in my head'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUQ02yYeWhI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hPj7JlTB_Jk/s72-c/ow+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5345333163424815539</id><published>2008-12-11T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:20:29.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>easy as apple pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got my permit&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278676237071845554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUGgEer2iLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KvfDWrtJhHc/s200/scarff+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5345333163424815539?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5345333163424815539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5345333163424815539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5345333163424815539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5345333163424815539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/easy-as-apple-pie.html' title='easy as apple pie'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SUGgEer2iLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/KvfDWrtJhHc/s72-c/scarff+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7548814843304215100</id><published>2008-12-09T20:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:05:34.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had that one talk with a friend that changed your friendship? Not an arguement, but more of just telling the truth about how you see your friendship. And the truth that the other person told was not what you thought it would be? And you just have a feeling that this one talk has broken your friendship apart, but might make your friendship stronger (hopefully).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  Its strange how a new relationship can start one day (whether it be making a new friend or whatever), but at the same time another can possibly end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7548814843304215100?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7548814843304215100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7548814843304215100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7548814843304215100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7548814843304215100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8617050708957365366</id><published>2008-12-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:10:12.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. One book that changed your life? &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter [dont laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. One book you have read more than once? &lt;strong&gt;Just Listen by Sarah Dessen [sooo good.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. One book you would want on a desert island? &lt;strong&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4. One book that made you laugh? &lt;strong&gt;It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini [its really depressing but makes me laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. One book that made you cry? &lt;strong&gt;Echo by Francesca Lia Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. One book you wish had been written? &lt;strong&gt;how to break up with a guy because you dont like them but don want to hurt their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. One book you wish had never been written? &lt;strong&gt;A Separate Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. One book you are currently reading? &lt;strong&gt;A Separate Peace (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. One book you have been meaning to read? &lt;strong&gt;An Abundance of Katherines by John Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8617050708957365366?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8617050708957365366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8617050708957365366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8617050708957365366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8617050708957365366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7219157919025791205</id><published>2008-12-08T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:58:46.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>cant complain at the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Jim Morrison (its his birthday today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That quote is so amazing. its the first time I've read it, and i just can't stop thinking about &lt;strong&gt;how true it is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the other side of the spectrum, my hair is being a wild child. but for some reason everyone liked it today. it has grown sooo much. but its lovely - my bangs are too long, but still. im not getting it cut until 2009 because that's a fresh start. im so odd sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ST2w_bn8xcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1FWaYYkgnXw/s1600-h/scarff+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568942141654466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ST2w_bn8xcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1FWaYYkgnXw/s320/scarff+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i look bored with life. but in reality, its really exciting at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the recitals went well. but BOY AM I HAPPY THAT CRAP IS OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;it wore me out so much. girl (or boy) you dont even know. Im pretty sure my body's energy is gone - im like running on empty (like a car). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and now here is a pose that my guy friend always does:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ST2zuNbJuuI/AAAAAAAAAss/m1GwcN6cS-o/s1600-h/scarff+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277571944806988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ST2zuNbJuuI/AAAAAAAAAss/m1GwcN6cS-o/s320/scarff+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it cracks me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7219157919025791205?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7219157919025791205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7219157919025791205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7219157919025791205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7219157919025791205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-complain-at-moment.html' title='cant complain at the moment'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/ST2w_bn8xcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/1FWaYYkgnXw/s72-c/scarff+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3857089375256271218</id><published>2008-12-07T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:01:53.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>let your memorie grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;til they're before your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   -The Call, Regina Spektor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STwqO3U57AI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Vcig4WMf8_U/s1600-h/fireflyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277139298229545986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STwqO3U57AI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Vcig4WMf8_U/s320/fireflyers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a postsecret that i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3857089375256271218?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3857089375256271218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3857089375256271218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3857089375256271218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3857089375256271218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-your-memorie-grow.html' title='let your memorie grow'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STwqO3U57AI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Vcig4WMf8_U/s72-c/fireflyers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-1965354390838184015</id><published>2008-12-02T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:33:47.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>what rehearsal does to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is how i look after only five hours of sleep. then having to go to rehearsal for dance and being at school for 12 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STX7ROottfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M-8n2QSsTtY/s1600-h/tech+reshearsal+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275398811939616242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STX7ROottfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M-8n2QSsTtY/s320/tech+reshearsal+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;daaang i look busted - there is dark brown make up under my eyes and on my neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really hope the recital goes well. because i've worked hard and the teachers are beeeeeeeeeotches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ive gotten in BAD arguements and lost friends because of dance, gained new friends that i love, and met some pretty amazing people. I think i've really grown as a dancer, and gotten a better attitude towards some things because of dance. yeah im still a brat and get fired up, but overall i just feel so free and alive when im dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ive been doing it for a little over 5 years, and i'll keep doing it until i can no longer walk. and even when i'm bedridden, i'll be bustin a move and dancing even better without moving my legs &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-1965354390838184015?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1965354390838184015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=1965354390838184015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1965354390838184015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/1965354390838184015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-rehearsal-does-to-me.html' title='what rehearsal does to me'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STX7ROottfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/M-8n2QSsTtY/s72-c/tech+reshearsal+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8174469983217852044</id><published>2008-12-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:16:58.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i found nothing new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. What’s your name? &lt;strong&gt;Anne Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. What is your favorite thing to wear? &lt;strong&gt;skinnies and a loose fitting top, slip on vans. sooo comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. Last thing you ate? &lt;strong&gt;mud slide ice cream from starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. One place you will NEVER eat at? &lt;strong&gt;i'll find something to eat anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. I say Shotgun, you say: &lt;strong&gt;"im too lazy to say shotgun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. Last person you hugged? &lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. Does anyone you know wanna date you? &lt;strong&gt;... yes. i dont wanna talk about it. haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you date anyone you met online? &lt;strong&gt;thats kinda risky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name something you like physically about yourself: &lt;strong&gt;my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. The last place you went out to dinner to?&lt;strong&gt; i cant remember!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is your best friend? &lt;strong&gt;elizabeth.. but we get in fights a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12. What time of the day is it? &lt;strong&gt;right now 7:51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. Who/What made you angry today? &lt;strong&gt;this girl Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Baseball or Football? &lt;strong&gt;NEITHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. Ever gone skinny dipping? &lt;strong&gt;no thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite type of Food? &lt;strong&gt;sour straws&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite holiday: &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;18. Do you download music: &lt;strong&gt;yes but i need more itunes money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;19. Do you care if your socks are dirty? &lt;strong&gt;i dont even wear socks. only like folded half way in dance and they are gross after a day or two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos? &lt;strong&gt;duuumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. Would you date the person that posted this? &lt;strong&gt;idk ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally? &lt;strong&gt;yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. Do you love anyone? &lt;strong&gt;i only truely love a few people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are colored contact lenses sexy? &lt;strong&gt;no somethimes they look fake and cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;25. Have you ever bungee jumped? &lt;strong&gt;no but i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;26. Have you ever gone white-water rafting? &lt;strong&gt;no there are diseases in water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you? &lt;strong&gt;yes, drunk guys in vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;28. How many pets do you have? &lt;strong&gt;3 cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;29. Have you met a real redneck? &lt;strong&gt;yeah they crazy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the weather right now? &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING!! its cold and cloudy. but then again its sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? &lt;strong&gt;BRITNEY SPEARS ON THE RECORD (on MTV)   &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;32. What is your current favorite song? &lt;strong&gt;30 days  by nevershoutnever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;33. What was the last movie you watched? &lt;strong&gt;probably Juno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;34. Do you wear contacts? &lt;strong&gt;yes - cannot live without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Where was the last place you went besides your house? &lt;strong&gt;school (i was at school for 12 hours. how is that humane?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;36. What are you afraid of? &lt;strong&gt;i have no fears. probably of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;37. How many piercings have you had? &lt;strong&gt;2 in each ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What piercings do you want? &lt;strong&gt;a third piercing in my ears and cartilage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What’s one thing you’ve learned this year? &lt;strong&gt;dont take yourself too seriously, because then you look like you have a stick up your butt. and the fact that i will get over almost anything within like 4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. What do you usually order from Starbucks? &lt;strong&gt;coffee makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;41. What Magazines are you reading? &lt;strong&gt;i read NYLON and teen vogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever fired a gun: &lt;strong&gt;no i HATE guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43. Are you missing someone? &lt;strong&gt;my grammy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;44. Favourite TV show? &lt;strong&gt;skins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have an obession with WoW? &lt;strong&gt;thats gross. im not that geky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;46. Has anyone said you look like a celebrity? &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What celeb do you look like? &lt;strong&gt;people say i look like Addie from Unfabulous (julia robert's niece in real life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;48. Who would you like to see right now? &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite movie of all time? &lt;strong&gt;the little mermaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you find yourself loved? &lt;strong&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t suppose to? &lt;strong&gt;yes like everyday at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;52. Favorite smell? &lt;strong&gt;vanilla. feel free to get me candles and lotion and what not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn? &lt;strong&gt;regular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. What’s something that really bugs you? &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;55. Do you like Michael Jackson? &lt;strong&gt;all his songs are the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;56. Taco Bell or Burger King? &lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;57. What’s your favorite perfume? &lt;strong&gt;ralph lauren romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;58. Favorite baseball team? &lt;strong&gt;baseball can die ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;59. Ever call a 1-900 phone number? &lt;strong&gt;i dont think there are 1-900 #'s in the U.S.   ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleep? &lt;strong&gt;just a night. although now i can go daaaays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Last time you went bowling? &lt;strong&gt;dang like over a year ago. but i playeda few days ago on wii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where is the weirdest place you have slept? &lt;strong&gt;with like 100 other people in a cabin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Who was your last phone call? &lt;strong&gt;my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;64. Last time you were at work? &lt;strong&gt;dont gots me a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;64. What is the closest orange object near you&lt;strong&gt;? the "publish post button" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8174469983217852044?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8174469983217852044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8174469983217852044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8174469983217852044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8174469983217852044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-found-nothing-new.html' title='i found nothing new'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-4790004089215111884</id><published>2008-11-30T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:28:07.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>shaking in my boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am an angry little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW does one forget that their favorite band / singer is coming into town?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, i know - probably because family was over all week and i got lazy stuffing my face. grrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Christofer Drew (nevershoutnever) is playing a show Phoenix today at 8 o'clock. that's in like 40 minutes. and i only remembered like half an hour ago. WHY WHY WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now i dont get to hear or see him.&lt;br /&gt;and he lives in FREAKIN MISSOURI, SO ITS NOT LIKE HE'S GOING TO BE NEARBY ANYTIME SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNJHLUvDQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oD0StONn1NA/s1600-h/nevershoutnever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274639976228654338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNJHLUvDQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oD0StONn1NA/s320/nevershoutnever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah lets just post really good pictures of him to make it even worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNJwQQsHHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bX4WRXkuNqg/s1600-h/christofer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274640681928498290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNJwQQsHHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/bX4WRXkuNqg/s320/christofer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNLQU76QhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/TIQc0jdsqxM/s1600-h/ohhh+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274642332450963986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNLQU76QhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/TIQc0jdsqxM/s200/ohhh+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that is NOT how i am feeling right now. [taken like yesterday with my a fake mustache]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now my foot's asleep. why. why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am so furious with myself right now.&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/1094082830347501227-4790004089215111884?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4790004089215111884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=4790004089215111884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4790004089215111884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/4790004089215111884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/shaking-in-my-boots.html' title='shaking in my boots'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/STNJHLUvDQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oD0StONn1NA/s72-c/nevershoutnever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8670721036804430233</id><published>2008-11-24T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:24:53.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><title type='text'>Do you carry the moon in your womb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone said that you're fading too soon&lt;br /&gt;drifting and floating and fading away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Porcelain, The Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This song is so dismal but eloquent. I really want to do a dance to it. But it would get emotional. Which is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you wasting away in your skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs-bDmXH_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lioeLs4-nsM/s1600-h/porcelain+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs-bDmXH_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lioeLs4-nsM/s1600-h/porcelain+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272376423310893042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs-bDmXH_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lioeLs4-nsM/s320/porcelain+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;little lune .. all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs_fSbwdJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QEqztUJNYqU/s1600-h/porcelain+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272377595524052114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs_fSbwdJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QEqztUJNYqU/s320/porcelain+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nodding and melting and fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs_4OMp-iI/AAAAAAAAArE/6bKlihNLmas/s1600-h/porcelain+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272378023883700770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs_4OMp-iI/AAAAAAAAArE/6bKlihNLmas/s320/porcelain+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-8670721036804430233?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8670721036804430233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8670721036804430233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8670721036804430233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8670721036804430233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-carry-moon-in-your-womb.html' title='Do you carry the moon in your womb'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSs-bDmXH_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lioeLs4-nsM/s72-c/porcelain+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7792526138639243965</id><published>2008-11-22T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:07:06.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Basically gushing over good looking people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward: What did you expect? Coffins and dungeons and moats? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella: No, not the moats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mom said I was giddy throughout the whole movie (Twilight). I agree. It was the first time I've admitted to my parents that a guy is gorgeous/ handsome. AND THEN I was saying how Bella was bland in the movie and my mom said "Oh you're just jealous because she got to work with him [Robert Pattinson]." I didn't argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Right now I'm supposed to be at a surprise party, but things got complicated. Well I &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; them complicated. First I wasn't going to go, then I wanted to go (but not really). Then a few of my friends weren't going (but were going in the first place), so I didn't go. But I still got her a gift. Do I feel bad? Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I got all dressed up for nothing. Oh well I can wear it to school on Monday.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSi3Oyz0W5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/-sEyTO5Wkiw/s1600-h/nowhere+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271664828622330770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSi3Oyz0W5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/-sEyTO5Wkiw/s320/nowhere+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like a mauve colored drapy (jeez that's not a word) top, with dark wash skinnies (story of my life), and cream colored slip ons.&lt;br /&gt;How boring. I'm like stuck in a rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What should I really be doing right now instead of watching ANTM?&lt;br /&gt;Writing a HUGE essay for english that is due Monday.&lt;br /&gt;mehhh i'll do it tomorrow if i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Get off my back I have straight A's.. and I dont put forth any effort anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OH! and I simply ADORE Marjorie. She's my idol&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSi5Rd69fUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/gRpbY23nAUo/s1600-h/marjorie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271667073578007874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSi5Rd69fUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/gRpbY23nAUo/s320/marjorie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[and looks even better with darker shorter hair. AND LOOK AT THOSE BALLET SLIPPERS!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7792526138639243965?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7792526138639243965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7792526138639243965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7792526138639243965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7792526138639243965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/edward-what-did-you-expect-coffins-and.html' title='Basically gushing over good looking people'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSi3Oyz0W5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/-sEyTO5Wkiw/s72-c/nowhere+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-8031414687614019985</id><published>2008-11-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:42:22.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><title type='text'>Transportation can just perish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School is 4 minutes away from my house. I only have to ride the bus after school, and there's only two stops ahead of me. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHY THE HECK DID IT TAKE 45 MINUTES TO GET HOME TODAY?!&lt;br /&gt;Someone got pulled over (they weren't dangerous or anything) so the bus driver decides to go another way thats WAYYY out of out route. How is that humane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I was trying to be all sneaky and take pictures because I had nothing better to do, whilst 50 or 60 other people are sitting all around me. This is the result:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdHV4kQV3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QXkMLXu0cbE/s1600-h/bus+010.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdHV4kQV3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QXkMLXu0cbE/s1600-h/bus+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271260330147731314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdHV4kQV3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QXkMLXu0cbE/s320/bus+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love how there's a ray of light shining upon me - while I look so irritated. The sun was lovely, but it was making me sleepy. I probably looked like I was on drugs because I was acting all paranoid and sleepy / mad.&lt;br /&gt;At least there was an escape hatch right above me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But THIS little thing is mind numbingly easy to read&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdIVU8SkKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3DSW_9BY1bA/s1600-h/bus+011.jpg"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261420096491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdIVU8SkKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3DSW_9BY1bA/s320/bus+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Knowing that I sould have my permit by next week eases the anger I have towards vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdUCTEWrnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_T1_u5eNO7U/s1600-h/bus+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271274287315463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdUCTEWrnI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_T1_u5eNO7U/s320/bus+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was before school this morning, when I was in a good mood and had nothing to rant about. I wore all black and cream colored shoes. How somber. And those shoes hurt my feet so bad - but were only $5 so I deserved it.&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/1094082830347501227-8031414687614019985?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8031414687614019985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=8031414687614019985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8031414687614019985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/8031414687614019985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/transportation-can-just-perish.html' title='Transportation can just perish'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSdHV4kQV3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/QXkMLXu0cbE/s72-c/bus+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3004703713297966377</id><published>2008-11-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:51:25.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>if you close your eyes long enough you'll see light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skins has engulfed my life. I'm obsessed. The past four days I've watched both seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Maxxie, Effy, Anwar, Chris, Cassie - every single person is lovely, but those 5 are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;But Sketch can just fall of the face of the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Look im getting all &lt;em&gt;emotional&lt;/em&gt; about a show.&lt;br /&gt;By the middle of the second episode in season one, I was convinced that Cassie was insane [she is], but some of the things she says are just so amazing - insane but has an aesthetic about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-opi8Unz3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-opi8Unz3Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how completely mental but i love her all the same.&lt;br /&gt;BUT she gets me so mad when she messes with everyone's minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3004703713297966377?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3004703713297966377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3004703713297966377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3004703713297966377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3004703713297966377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-close-your-eyes-long-enough.html' title='if you close your eyes long enough you&apos;ll see light'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-7428263346434616362</id><published>2008-11-17T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:21:45.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><title type='text'>i can haz no face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269799040061063618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSIWTmyIwcI/AAAAAAAAAps/wG6SK8GM7QA/s320/no+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was this morning before school with my cozy new jacket and backpack on. The lighting was magnificent (but a little too bright).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was not good times. First hour was intense. I'm really sick of this girl who thinks she knows everything. But she needs to walk in other people's shoes to get a real understanding. Ughhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In dance I hurt my neck so effing bad, so every so often I'm screaming out in pain. And tomorrow are auditions. How lucky am I.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was just whatever, but my friend gave me the nickname "Ugly". I told him its an oxymoron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-7428263346434616362?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7428263346434616362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=7428263346434616362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7428263346434616362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/7428263346434616362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-haz-no-face.html' title='i can haz no face?'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSIWTmyIwcI/AAAAAAAAAps/wG6SK8GM7QA/s72-c/no+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-5928206059635720134</id><published>2008-11-16T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:45:47.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMAZING'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David Beckham isn't married to Victoria Beckham anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He's with me. See, he even has a tattoo of me on his side. What more proof do you need?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSDFeJxoSMI/AAAAAAAAApk/oQInKdaYQzY/s1600-h/beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428685834307778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSDFeJxoSMI/AAAAAAAAApk/oQInKdaYQzY/s320/beckham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Anyway. We got 2nd place for state qualifiers. Now we have to go to state.. obviously (for pom). Joy to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-5928206059635720134?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5928206059635720134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=5928206059635720134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5928206059635720134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/5928206059635720134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/SSDFeJxoSMI/AAAAAAAAApk/oQInKdaYQzY/s72-c/beckham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094082830347501227.post-3555669604542392843</id><published>2008-11-14T18:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:45:26.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>THIS IS WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I DON'T TRUST PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO FRIENDSHIP IS GOING TO BE 100 PERCENT PERFECT. AND I ACCEPT THAT AND WILL GET OVER WHATEVER IS GOING ON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT SOME PEOPLE JUST ACCUSE AND ACCUSE AND ACCUSE AND ACCUSE AND BLAME AND BLAME AND BLAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1094082830347501227-3555669604542392843?l=starsarepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3555669604542392843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1094082830347501227&amp;postID=3555669604542392843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3555669604542392843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1094082830347501227/posts/default/3555669604542392843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-why.html' title='THIS IS WHY'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15021773114622174597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5wH04M4TjI/S9N86mrNcUI/AAAAAAAABFY/mu_Pdu6MUrg/S220/nert.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
