<?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-6549166528966347388</id><updated>2012-01-17T02:06:06.438-06:00</updated><category term='facebook plastic'/><category term='miley cyrus see you again'/><category term='first random sore scalleywag'/><category term='picture love cute'/><category term='love'/><category term='swoon dictionary'/><category term='quote love'/><title type='text'>SEEYOURVOICE</title><subtitle type='html'>and i just happen to be full of awesome</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3437483825250218091</id><published>2010-08-31T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:50:32.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TH15FsbVxHI/AAAAAAAABFY/yy7z2ViFn-E/s1600/0804101518-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TGdwg9OM8jI/AAAAAAAABFI/ZQB8nyVXO50/s400/hoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505492780975977010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunny days, rainy days, small cupcakes,  michael buble, shimmer, big crowds, jazz, 70s movies, musical theatre dreams, voldemort, subway, coastal scents, oranges, missing your touch, shopping, ginger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-4881631379834399484?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4881631379834399484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=4881631379834399484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4881631379834399484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4881631379834399484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/zsa-zsa-zsu.html' title='zsa zsa zsu'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TGdwg9OM8jI/AAAAAAAABFI/ZQB8nyVXO50/s72-c/hoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3029754116733587520</id><published>2010-08-04T00:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:50:15.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TFj2LZ9--uI/AAAAAAAABFA/fIK4SAGxul0/s1600/IMG_5128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TFj2LZ9--uI/AAAAAAAABFA/fIK4SAGxul0/s400/IMG_5128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501417620642921186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;coco chanel, personal style, harry potter's birthday, kisses, horror movies, waitressing, bellydancing, cake, the runaways, flowers, the beach, a very potter sequel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3029754116733587520?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3029754116733587520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3029754116733587520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3029754116733587520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3029754116733587520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/cherry-bomb.html' title='cherry bomb'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TFj2LZ9--uI/AAAAAAAABFA/fIK4SAGxul0/s72-c/IMG_5128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6299105949670812366</id><published>2010-07-15T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:55:53.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eros, agape, philos, amour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TD9T9DIF4eI/AAAAAAAABEw/FelUbuVyVUE/s1600/IMG_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TD9T9DIF4eI/AAAAAAAABEw/FelUbuVyVUE/s400/IMG_4268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494202378691666402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TD9T9DIF4eI/AAAAAAAABEw/FelUbuVyVUE/s1600/IMG_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hakuna matata means no worries, so i shouldn't have any. playing pretend is not always wise. a thousand sweet kisses. bath bombs and flings. lots of sweets and treats, maybe too many. complexion-wise, i'm fine. pink icing and sparkly candles. go with your gut. should i get extensions?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TD9T9DIF4eI/AAAAAAAABEw/FelUbuVyVUE/s1600/IMG_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TD9T9qYHIXI/AAAAAAAABE4/8SVDB4iWiug/s400/DSC06315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a lookbook, if you didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://lookbook.nu/user/167685-Erin-Meagan-L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6299105949670812366?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6299105949670812366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6299105949670812366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6299105949670812366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6299105949670812366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/07/eros-agape-philos-amour.html' title='eros, agape, philos, amour.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TD9T9DIF4eI/AAAAAAAABEw/FelUbuVyVUE/s72-c/IMG_4268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7570270293183246792</id><published>2010-07-05T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:02:10.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>embracing my madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TDJwWTLTx0I/AAAAAAAABEo/QS4sZ0x6L9k/s1600/DSC06848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TDJwWTLTx0I/AAAAAAAABEo/QS4sZ0x6L9k/s400/DSC06848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490574424125196098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of rain, sleep, carriages, chicago, soft moonlight, dresses and tresses, pasta salad, crop tops, four square, clear skies, meeting people, loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7570270293183246792?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7570270293183246792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7570270293183246792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7570270293183246792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7570270293183246792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/07/embracing-my-madness.html' title='embracing my madness'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TDJwWTLTx0I/AAAAAAAABEo/QS4sZ0x6L9k/s72-c/DSC06848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8155282866667672787</id><published>2010-06-21T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:33:24.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>magnificent, all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TB_9qz2YeyI/AAAAAAAABEg/18sh2si8tAY/s1600/DSC0616555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TB_9qz2YeyI/AAAAAAAABEg/18sh2si8tAY/s400/DSC0616555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485381783075191586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our hearts are filled with gladness. michael buble again and again, father's day pancakes, security, moustaches, lovegivesmehope, pink, birthday wishlists, standards and society, chocolate milk, purple silk robes, the power of one, nail polish on my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8155282866667672787?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8155282866667672787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8155282866667672787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8155282866667672787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8155282866667672787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/06/magnificent-all-time.html' title='magnificent, all the time.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TB_9qz2YeyI/AAAAAAAABEg/18sh2si8tAY/s72-c/DSC0616555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7734586270921199979</id><published>2010-06-15T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:00:13.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Do you think?)the i do,world is probably made of roses &amp; hello:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TBf00iYppGI/AAAAAAAABEY/dG_TS8hmfRo/s1600/DSC05935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TBf00iYppGI/AAAAAAAABEY/dG_TS8hmfRo/s400/DSC05935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483120254767440994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;exams, painting nails silver, pretty moments, saying sweet things in foreign languages, rainbows, watching the tony awards, poetry, cupcake hats, youtube contests, the amanda show, oreos, cinnamon buns, living in fear. give in to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7734586270921199979?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7734586270921199979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7734586270921199979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7734586270921199979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7734586270921199979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-thinkthe-i-doworld-is-probably.html' title='(Do you think?)the i do,world is probably made of roses &amp; hello:'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TBf00iYppGI/AAAAAAAABEY/dG_TS8hmfRo/s72-c/DSC05935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1658547569251394348</id><published>2010-06-05T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:05:02.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you one, ah-two, ah-three shoobeedoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TAsZNWSiNrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OfMx70_Umpw/s1600/erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TAsZNWSiNrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OfMx70_Umpw/s400/erin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479501088738653874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;angels, crying, frustration, pretty frocks, free lemonade, kaleidoscopes, ruined surprises, listening to 'every time we say goodbye' on repeat, being good enough, helping you, singing at concerts, sleeping in the basement, fishtail braids, wishing for smores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1658547569251394348?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1658547569251394348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1658547569251394348&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1658547569251394348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1658547569251394348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you-one-ah-two-ah-three.html' title='i love you one, ah-two, ah-three shoobeedoo'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/TAsZNWSiNrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OfMx70_Umpw/s72-c/erin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7925509529529614767</id><published>2010-05-26T16:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:10:10.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, it's time to start living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_2ZwBRl2qI/AAAAAAAABEI/ZXcR6eRTqfw/s1600/32129_10150197276715243_621655242_12601089_8166104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_2ZwBRl2qI/AAAAAAAABEI/ZXcR6eRTqfw/s400/32129_10150197276715243_621655242_12601089_8166104_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475701772207381154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_2ZwBRl2qI/AAAAAAAABEI/ZXcR6eRTqfw/s1600/32129_10150197276715243_621655242_12601089_8166104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Make a radical change in your lifestyle &amp;amp; begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances &amp;amp; yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, &amp;amp; conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, &amp;amp; hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new &amp;amp; different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security &amp;amp; adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning &amp;amp; its incredible beauty.”&lt;br /&gt;— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_2Y43KmfKI/AAAAAAAABEA/eiQUjmAJQdI/s1600/DSC05638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_2Y43KmfKI/AAAAAAAABEA/eiQUjmAJQdI/s400/DSC05638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475700824600902818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;— &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Allen Ginsberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7925509529529614767?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7925509529529614767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7925509529529614767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7925509529529614767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7925509529529614767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-its-time-to-start-living.html' title='oh, it&apos;s time to start living'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_2ZwBRl2qI/AAAAAAAABEI/ZXcR6eRTqfw/s72-c/32129_10150197276715243_621655242_12601089_8166104_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3966286647681078495</id><published>2010-05-18T18:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:11:38.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forget about the boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i went to the beach this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_MdSB6GnoI/AAAAAAAABD4/btltvaLSnpU/s1600/DSC03981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_MdSB6GnoI/AAAAAAAABD4/btltvaLSnpU/s400/DSC03981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472750167772274306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_MdSB6GnoI/AAAAAAAABD4/btltvaLSnpU/s1600/DSC03981.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and in the moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you think about him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sister, you're much better off without him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can blow the blues a kiss goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and put the sun back in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for when he comes crawlin', i'm not fallin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shout hooray and halleluh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now me and mr. wrong are through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll find myself another beau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who i know is no rover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;forget about the boy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-thoroughly modern millie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_McdOL5o3I/AAAAAAAABDw/nc6PUm8zsKU/s1600/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_McdOL5o3I/AAAAAAAABDw/nc6PUm8zsKU/s400/DSC05257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472749260535079794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a lookbook account. can you find me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3966286647681078495?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3966286647681078495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3966286647681078495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3966286647681078495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3966286647681078495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/05/forget-about-boy.html' title='forget about the boy'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S_MdSB6GnoI/AAAAAAAABD4/btltvaLSnpU/s72-c/DSC03981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1487186641787017376</id><published>2010-05-11T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:59:47.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-nfG6hNvgI/AAAAAAAABDo/AyhCwoIonS8/s1600/DSC04958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-nfG6hNvgI/AAAAAAAABDo/AyhCwoIonS8/s400/DSC04958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148532298956290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-nfG6hNvgI/AAAAAAAABDo/AyhCwoIonS8/s1600/DSC04958.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gold dusted pigment brushed across my face. building a fort out of sheets. lots of blankets and pillows. pineapple and cookies. a lantern. telling ghost stories and singing songs with a guitar in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-nfGQLz4nI/AAAAAAAABDg/6LkqOdc_tbo/s1600/DSC04925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-nfGQLz4nI/AAAAAAAABDg/6LkqOdc_tbo/s400/DSC04925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470148520934892146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening to lots of music, and singing a lot of music. performances and practices. reading the cat in the hat. catching up with things. i need to pack for a trip. what are some things i should bring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1487186641787017376?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1487186641787017376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1487186641787017376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1487186641787017376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1487186641787017376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-be-wonderful.html' title='i want to be wonderful'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-nfG6hNvgI/AAAAAAAABDo/AyhCwoIonS8/s72-c/DSC04958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2063855549180494978</id><published>2010-05-06T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:39:18.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take a chance on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-NNM-5mxVI/AAAAAAAABDI/eu54_Du9Nzs/s400/27703_387621162540_644322540_4444884_6486391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i was on the way home and went past a lovely house. it was a light pink house with white detailing, and it reminded me of a delicious frosted cake. if i lived there i'd wear tiaras around the house and possibly wear honey and brown sugar on my lips because it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-NNOIfp7ZI/AAAAAAAABDY/4kmygyC5jIM/s1600/28517_1453713982080_1210205690_31312901_2471766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-NNOIfp7ZI/AAAAAAAABDY/4kmygyC5jIM/s400/28517_1453713982080_1210205690_31312901_2471766_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468299277751676306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-NNOIfp7ZI/AAAAAAAABDY/4kmygyC5jIM/s1600/28517_1453713982080_1210205690_31312901_2471766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;listening to songs that bring me nostalgia. eating way too many sweets, yet again. i bought some things this week. a jacket, a necklace, shoes and a vest. i also saw plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-NNNQ6LJFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/WpXzX3eNxak/s400/28517_1453715702123_1210205690_31312936_6953299_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like wearing silly hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2063855549180494978?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2063855549180494978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2063855549180494978&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2063855549180494978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2063855549180494978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-chance-on-me.html' title='take a chance on me'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S-NNM-5mxVI/AAAAAAAABDI/eu54_Du9Nzs/s72-c/27703_387621162540_644322540_4444884_6486391_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-356336279285950578</id><published>2010-05-02T15:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:53:58.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love the one that's right for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lhyfEnRI/AAAAAAAABC4/PhFp2c3q7OM/s1600/28206_1460354988101_1210205690_31327328_4133288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lhyfEnRI/AAAAAAAABC4/PhFp2c3q7OM/s400/28206_1460354988101_1210205690_31327328_4133288_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466777891348192530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lhyfEnRI/AAAAAAAABC4/PhFp2c3q7OM/s1600/28206_1460354988101_1210205690_31327328_4133288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss it. I think I could miss it just as much as I miss you. marks on my face from mic tape face, "getting in the bag", curling hair and gelling hair nonstop, and total energy. That feeling of being infinite at the very end and at the very beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93leSc3zYI/AAAAAAAABCw/Wf-ItIrWmVc/s1600/28206_1460349347960_1210205690_31327229_7358514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93leSc3zYI/AAAAAAAABCw/Wf-ItIrWmVc/s400/28206_1460349347960_1210205690_31327229_7358514_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466777831209422210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93leSc3zYI/AAAAAAAABCw/Wf-ItIrWmVc/s1600/28206_1460349347960_1210205690_31327229_7358514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I was in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lKnukbGI/AAAAAAAABCo/09dpDU9rTZs/s1600/DSC04909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lKnukbGI/AAAAAAAABCo/09dpDU9rTZs/s400/DSC04909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466777493323410530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lKnukbGI/AAAAAAAABCo/09dpDU9rTZs/s1600/DSC04909.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we dazzled the audience. we razzle dazzled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93kuSB6TSI/AAAAAAAABCg/suTDxvp-dIY/s1600/DSC04669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93kuSB6TSI/AAAAAAAABCg/suTDxvp-dIY/s400/DSC04669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466777006462618914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like to be straight up with cute people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-356336279285950578?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/356336279285950578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=356336279285950578&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/356336279285950578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/356336279285950578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-one-thats-right-for-love.html' title='love the one that&apos;s right for love'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S93lhyfEnRI/AAAAAAAABC4/PhFp2c3q7OM/s72-c/28206_1460354988101_1210205690_31327328_4133288_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-4481072453081308255</id><published>2010-04-18T18:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:37:06.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like a field of rice, i've grown out of view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUruDgw3I/AAAAAAAABCY/2TbGh99LQJ8/s1600/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUruDgw3I/AAAAAAAABCY/2TbGh99LQJ8/s400/DSC04335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461622451934905202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUruDgw3I/AAAAAAAABCY/2TbGh99LQJ8/s1600/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have been having nonstop rehearsals! i haven't been able to get much of a break lately. but, i love it. i love it so much. i've also been listening to a lot of michael buble and musicals. i'm very excited to put on a show as amazing as chicago. i'm also doing a monologue from A Chorus Line for a drama class. what did you guys think of the new episode of glee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUrPFlddI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FFxFrH6bros/s1600/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUrPFlddI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FFxFrH6bros/s400/DSC04059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461622443622102482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUrPFlddI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FFxFrH6bros/s1600/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want to be living for me more than for other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to watch rugrats with my girls more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to take more walks in the spring air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to find my lost shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want no more of this spiritual fatigue that is haunting around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to get back into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUD8u1NhI/AAAAAAAABCI/pb1pi5tOyuc/s1600/DSC04248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUD8u1NhI/AAAAAAAABCI/pb1pi5tOyuc/s400/DSC04248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461621768679929362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a cake that one of our stage managers made for chicago. it has roxie and velma sitting downstage on it. and then my drama teacher at the back! she's an artist with pastry. sorry if my posting is a little bit slow for the next little while, i promise i'll post pictures of the show after it is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-4481072453081308255?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4481072453081308255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=4481072453081308255&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4481072453081308255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4481072453081308255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-field-of-rice-ive-grown-out-of.html' title='like a field of rice, i&apos;ve grown out of view'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S8uUruDgw3I/AAAAAAAABCY/2TbGh99LQJ8/s72-c/DSC04335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1834308155333096380</id><published>2010-04-04T17:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:19:08.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it all seemed quite natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7kZ54HeZYI/AAAAAAAABB4/VyAqXS6wA5A/s1600/DSC04015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7kZ54HeZYI/AAAAAAAABB4/VyAqXS6wA5A/s400/DSC04015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456420905643042178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a pretty girl and she maybe liked this one boy but he was most likely leading her on; playing her. she was a bit scared to fall, but she did: halfway. then his not so good side kept shining through. she was a good person, and didn't care enough to do something about it. this boy told her stories of love and commitment and growing old together. it was too good to be true.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7kZ54HeZYI/AAAAAAAABB4/VyAqXS6wA5A/s1600/DSC04015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is unfair. so she said, "butter me up, my buttercup-that's how you seem to play. thing is, you won't be with me-though you always get your way." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the excitement is gone and now she is just a pretty girl with a silly face. she said, "but baby, we made a promise; a promise to hang on!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she took a breath, and said to herself, "now the wind is blowing blowing, and look at that; you're gone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but stay strong she did, as she wouldn't let something like  that mess up her ruffles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7kZ5V_H4zI/AAAAAAAABBw/zJsjmYOAS1c/s1600/flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7kZ5V_H4zI/AAAAAAAABBw/zJsjmYOAS1c/s400/flight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456420896481207090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;staying at your best friends' house for four days. mandarin oranges, and promises of cupcakes. going to the movie theatre to see how to train your dragon in 3D. keeping the glasses afterwards. listening to old CDs. cleaning out her bedroom. wearing lace. doing your hair up in a bun. being inspired by movies like the blind side. listening to black and gold by sam sparro. silly jokes on the first day of april. chances. listening to music from the 90s while driving around a city. eating lots of chocolate and drinking apple cider in april.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7keUhUKI9I/AAAAAAAABCA/EtY8BFEdT10/s400/DSC04014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my lovely friend beverley went on a trip to europe. before she left, she gave me a playlist that doubled as an acrostic poem. tell me if you can figure it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edelweiss - The Honey Trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasputin - Boney M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm A Cuckoo - Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naive - The Kooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think UR A Contra - Vampire Weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seaside - The Kooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small Deaths - The Dodos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Medicines - The Dodos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reconstruction Site - The Weakerthans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abominable Snow - Islands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Amy Millan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;General Specific - Band of Horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiti - Arcade Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towers - Amy Millan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unison Falling Into Harmony - Great Lake Swimmers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Painting By Chagall - The Weepies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benediction - The Weakerthans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Electioneering - Radiohead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already Yours - Bahamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncorrected Proofs - The Weakerthans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I Live Or If I Die - Cuff The Duke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fables - The Dodos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Une Annee Sans Lumiere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost Compass - Amy Millan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1834308155333096380?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1834308155333096380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1834308155333096380&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1834308155333096380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1834308155333096380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-all-seemed-quite-natura.html' title='it all seemed quite natural'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S7kZ54HeZYI/AAAAAAAABB4/VyAqXS6wA5A/s72-c/DSC04015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7038423587512863241</id><published>2010-03-22T20:50:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:29:03.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's really cute and funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VQKa2ODI/AAAAAAAABBo/9NM2pP1dqVs/s1600/0307102314-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VQKa2ODI/AAAAAAAABBo/9NM2pP1dqVs/s400/0307102314-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453178828722944050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VQKa2ODI/AAAAAAAABBo/9NM2pP1dqVs/s1600/0307102314-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dark chocolate for breakfast every day. i get to have a short break. it's nice. i'll wear lots of dresses. my hands are cold. i miss things. i'm planning on sleeping at my friend's house for the weekend. her family is wonderful. she makes me glitter books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VP2Y93xI/AAAAAAAABBg/FQTF_CV8gC0/s1600/0326102132-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VP2Y93xI/AAAAAAAABBg/FQTF_CV8gC0/s400/0326102132-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453178823346347794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VP2Y93xI/AAAAAAAABBg/FQTF_CV8gC0/s1600/0326102132-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am in a choir class and we watched RENT. i was extremely happy about it. I can't watch that movie too many times. It's beautifully structured. I wish I saw more movies. I have a list of movies that I want to see. suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6gk-rBskUI/AAAAAAAABBI/pTDhwXhfTZw/s1600-h/25778_375862161273_528676273_3874366_8311425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6gk-rBskUI/AAAAAAAABBI/pTDhwXhfTZw/s400/25778_375862161273_528676273_3874366_8311425_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451648008052314434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6gk-rBskUI/AAAAAAAABBI/pTDhwXhfTZw/s1600-h/25778_375862161273_528676273_3874366_8311425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i listen to a lot of nevershoutnever! i also listen to a lot of slow club, and michael buble. i've been having many hopeful moments lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6gfNJswq2I/AAAAAAAABBA/f43CuNbwwnY/s1600-h/24793_401530216498_733316498_4896590_3444000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6gfNJswq2I/AAAAAAAABBA/f43CuNbwwnY/s400/24793_401530216498_733316498_4896590_3444000_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451641659734403938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dollhouse on my dresser is lonely without anyone living in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7038423587512863241?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7038423587512863241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7038423587512863241&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7038423587512863241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7038423587512863241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-really-cute-and-funny.html' title='it&apos;s really cute and funny'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S62VQKa2ODI/AAAAAAAABBo/9NM2pP1dqVs/s72-c/0307102314-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3903621574009293543</id><published>2010-03-21T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:48:48.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got the world on a string</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNGTpXyLI/AAAAAAAABA4/KT-8VzAhBxQ/s1600-h/DSC03539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNGTpXyLI/AAAAAAAABA4/KT-8VzAhBxQ/s400/DSC03539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451269907215272114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNGTpXyLI/AAAAAAAABA4/KT-8VzAhBxQ/s1600-h/DSC03539.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hotel room was cold and i couldn't fall back asleep. i listened to jazz for three days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNF9orPuI/AAAAAAAABAw/aafdvIEiU00/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNF9orPuI/AAAAAAAABAw/aafdvIEiU00/s400/DSC03537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451269901306773218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNF9orPuI/AAAAAAAABAw/aafdvIEiU00/s1600-h/DSC03537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cake and cookies for lunch. dark chocolate for breakfast. reuniting with a childhood friend. or two. making silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNFSvP3qI/AAAAAAAABAo/ENOM7YOhzGk/s1600-h/DSC03535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNFSvP3qI/AAAAAAAABAo/ENOM7YOhzGk/s400/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451269889791614626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;books with glitter. books with glitter that are about me. deciding to go on a first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3903621574009293543?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3903621574009293543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3903621574009293543&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3903621574009293543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3903621574009293543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-world-on-string.html' title='i&apos;ve got the world on a string'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S6bNGTpXyLI/AAAAAAAABA4/KT-8VzAhBxQ/s72-c/DSC03539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7298434939151803783</id><published>2010-03-14T01:22:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:40:20.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go fishing(for compliments)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yUAO70KpI/AAAAAAAABAI/4Ji_ikPlVZ8/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yUAO70KpI/AAAAAAAABAI/4Ji_ikPlVZ8/s400/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448392380941347474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yUAO70KpI/AAAAAAAABAI/4Ji_ikPlVZ8/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so many sweets. too many sweets. is that possible? i think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yT_nCSsiI/AAAAAAAABAA/aWWQZj4WyL4/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yT_nCSsiI/AAAAAAAABAA/aWWQZj4WyL4/s400/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448392370231095842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yT_nCSsiI/AAAAAAAABAA/aWWQZj4WyL4/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wish we could be a couple. we'd be a gosh darn great one. relationships are easy, yet difficult. i feel like i could prove that relationships are somehow a paradox. but i'd rather just let things be, and not go into that. i got the advice to think of something that I like, or a moment that is fresh in my mind; and think about it + pretend that moment is happening again. the thing is, i already do that, night and day. sometimes i'm living in a dream.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5ySwiU_Q_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/gXzniOcKCTs/s1600-h/DSC04241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5ySwiU_Q_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/gXzniOcKCTs/s400/DSC04241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448391011757671410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5ySwiU_Q_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/gXzniOcKCTs/s1600-h/DSC04241.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i dyed my hair. you can see it in the last two pictures with my team. oh, how i love improv. and curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yR8jBe_MI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pwRg3yV_O_Q/s1600-h/24370_356056526273_528676273_3815697_3097772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yR8jBe_MI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pwRg3yV_O_Q/s400/24370_356056526273_528676273_3815697_3097772_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448390118591102146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is the cutest story you can think of? preferably a personal experience. write it below in the comments! thank you so much! i love cute stories. i also like cute relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yR8jBe_MI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pwRg3yV_O_Q/s1600-h/24370_356056526273_528676273_3815697_3097772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yWb7R5oMI/AAAAAAAABAg/euD-9eSt2Ug/s400/DSC03296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuck me into bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7298434939151803783?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7298434939151803783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7298434939151803783&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7298434939151803783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7298434939151803783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-go-fishingfor-compliments.html' title='let&apos;s go fishing(for compliments)'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5yUAO70KpI/AAAAAAAABAI/4Ji_ikPlVZ8/s72-c/DSC01832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6505236448942750628</id><published>2010-03-06T16:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:00:24.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me forever; let's fall back in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYSHwsk8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YkJnXVRPz1o/s1600-h/0221100107-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYSHwsk8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YkJnXVRPz1o/s400/0221100107-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445652705276892098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYSHwsk8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YkJnXVRPz1o/s1600-h/0221100107-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him and i. we were alone in that house. all we knew were building blocks, bed sheets, and blueberries. it was all we had ever heard. then came the day of discovery, and we were whisked away into a place made for the two of us, that only we could visit and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have made the decision that I will no longer wish for you. you are worth more than wishful thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYRx0XMXI/AAAAAAAAA-w/wTOMrOlV3NE/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYRx0XMXI/AAAAAAAAA-w/wTOMrOlV3NE/s400/DSC03131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445652699386687858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYRx0XMXI/AAAAAAAAA-w/wTOMrOlV3NE/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i make cupcakes quite a lot. i like eating decadent desserts. i like plastic jewelry, chocolate chip pancakes, pillows, beards, scarves, nail polish, heels, and sisterhood. last night i fell asleep to the sound of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYRVFEtwI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jKzHzq3Zyic/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYRVFEtwI/AAAAAAAAA-o/jKzHzq3Zyic/s400/DSC03077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445652691672151810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biology hearts - slow club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no good way to say i'm leaving you - slow club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's fall back in love - slow club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because we're dead - slow club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't have to be beautiful - slow club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like slow club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6505236448942750628?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6505236448942750628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6505236448942750628&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6505236448942750628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6505236448942750628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-and-me-forever-lets-fall-back-in.html' title='you and me forever; let&apos;s fall back in love'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5LYSHwsk8I/AAAAAAAAA-4/YkJnXVRPz1o/s72-c/0221100107-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1936213214354403331</id><published>2010-03-02T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:29:05.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one day you'll say I was the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43W5faWq0I/AAAAAAAAA84/4UFAJ_uVODM/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43W5faWq0I/AAAAAAAAA84/4UFAJ_uVODM/s400/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444243807733721922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43W5faWq0I/AAAAAAAAA84/4UFAJ_uVODM/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'll always love you, and want you too. how much; you'll never know. most of all, i miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UfsYWvnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vFzUNaGyoa8/s1600-h/0215101554-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UfsYWvnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vFzUNaGyoa8/s400/0215101554-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444241165515144818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UfsYWvnI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vFzUNaGyoa8/s1600-h/0215101554-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked through the children's books in my room. I read the book Red Is Best. I always loved that one. I read The Littlest Mermaid, The New Colours, Busy People, Dinofours, and more! I need to go to the Library as soon as possible and sit in the children's section for hours and just read. I miss Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UenOFmvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SiB6M_iocVQ/s1600-h/25489_332714656273_528676273_3750695_5189206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UenOFmvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SiB6M_iocVQ/s400/25489_332714656273_528676273_3750695_5189206_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444241146950032114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UenOFmvI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SiB6M_iocVQ/s1600-h/25489_332714656273_528676273_3750695_5189206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This upcoming weekend is full of birthdays and secrets. The past weekend was full of love and support. I want a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UeYCk2NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/NuTIEA0QeIQ/s1600-h/25489_332714726273_528676273_3750700_4269057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43UeYCk2NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/NuTIEA0QeIQ/s400/25489_332714726273_528676273_3750700_4269057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444241142875216082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was a flower fairy princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1936213214354403331?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1936213214354403331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1936213214354403331&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1936213214354403331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1936213214354403331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-youll-say-i-was-one.html' title='one day you&apos;ll say I was the one'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S43W5faWq0I/AAAAAAAAA84/4UFAJ_uVODM/s72-c/DSC03038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-398786444127026053</id><published>2010-02-14T13:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:27:26.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to go swimming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hN_Q_k5fI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Ed6Ce4T1wKI/s1600-h/tumblr_kws61oHvg61qa5dcno1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hN_Q_k5fI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Ed6Ce4T1wKI/s400/tumblr_kws61oHvg61qa5dcno1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438182299338597874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hN_Q_k5fI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Ed6Ce4T1wKI/s1600-h/tumblr_kws61oHvg61qa5dcno1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've eaten so many cupcakes recently, it is ridiculous. i like making them with friends. i like eating them at parties. i like the rings that come on top of the ones you can buy in the stores. i have a few heart ones now. and one with ariel from the little mermaid on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hN-5GohMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/BJDlOyI0muc/s1600-h/tumblr_kws7bdrFRR1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hN-5GohMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/BJDlOyI0muc/s400/tumblr_kws7bdrFRR1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438182292925744322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singing in the hallways. i love singing wherever i go. even if i'm not so good, i love singing. gospel, disney songs, folk songs, pop songs, anything. making videos with friends. quoting song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNxE0F53I/AAAAAAAAA7w/6ptmGvOyRYc/s1600-h/casak_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNxE0F53I/AAAAAAAAA7w/6ptmGvOyRYc/s400/casak_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438182055551035250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNxE0F53I/AAAAAAAAA7w/6ptmGvOyRYc/s1600-h/casak_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've Got To Tell You - Dr. Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Loves You - The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Only Have Eyes For You - The Penguins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNw8JBv_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ax7J7x4J4OE/s1600-h/20090429115740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNw8JBv_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ax7J7x4J4OE/s400/20090429115740.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438182053222924274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNw8JBv_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ax7J7x4J4OE/s1600-h/20090429115740.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have a small part in Chicago. my school is putting it on. although my part is not that big, i love it a lot! it's fun to get into it. but, i know that in the end, my voice is going to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNwgticyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/8ap5Dxie5Mg/s1600-h/4342208680_ab8960e788_b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNwgticyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/8ap5Dxie5Mg/s400/4342208680_ab8960e788_b_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438182045859869474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hNwgticyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/8ap5Dxie5Mg/s1600-h/4342208680_ab8960e788_b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“If you can learn to love yourself and all the flaws, you can love other people so much better. And that makes you so happy.” Kristin Chenoweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;all of these pictures were found on weheartit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-398786444127026053?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/398786444127026053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=398786444127026053&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/398786444127026053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/398786444127026053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-go-swimming.html' title='i want to go swimming.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S3hN_Q_k5fI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Ed6Ce4T1wKI/s72-c/tumblr_kws61oHvg61qa5dcno1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1153072434566159577</id><published>2010-02-04T21:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:59:48.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you're solid gold, you're a fabulous bold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i made delicious lemon cupcakes with my friend romana.  i have been watching a lot of horror and thriller movies lately. but nothing is like watching Now and Then again. It's one of my favourites. I also took an amazing decadent shower with a homemade chocolate exfoliator. It is my new obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ukvy0XsbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qKvDeJqZ-RE/s1600-h/21973_451859935242_621655242_10863096_2221534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ukvy0XsbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qKvDeJqZ-RE/s400/21973_451859935242_621655242_10863096_2221534_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434618516354871730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to a fantastic sale recently! i got a beautiful blue slip. I also went to a vegan cafe, and had a delicious burger. I don't know that many places that are strictly vegan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ukPNLIhSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8nae1iQbg6k/s1600-h/22651_313866546270_591241270_5121244_6719910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ukPNLIhSI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8nae1iQbg6k/s400/22651_313866546270_591241270_5121244_6719910_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434617956493985058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever thought about romancing yourself? self love is super important, and Gala Darling (galadarling.com) is now making February Radical Self Love month. i'm super excited about this.  I really want to love myself. All parts of myself. My improv-team self, my drama kid self, my family self, my dancer self, my school friends self, my best friends best friend self, and most importantly, myself when i am alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ujLjckCyI/AAAAAAAAA64/8bDleI2DzsE/s1600-h/19671_1359697751733_1210205690_31075543_8331618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ujLjckCyI/AAAAAAAAA64/8bDleI2DzsE/s400/19671_1359697751733_1210205690_31075543_8331618_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434616794241567522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ujLjckCyI/AAAAAAAAA64/8bDleI2DzsE/s1600-h/19671_1359697751733_1210205690_31075543_8331618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listen To These Songs To Pump Yourself Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;Revolution - The Veronicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sparkling Diamonds - Moulin Rouge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who Said - Hannah Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obladi Oblada - The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;Mouthwash - Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) - Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best Damn Thing - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Hummingbird - Born Ruffians&lt;br /&gt;Still Dirrty - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;That's How You Know - Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;I Got Life - Hair&lt;br /&gt;As A Blonde - Fefe Dobson&lt;br /&gt;I Want You Back - Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;Joy To The World - Raise Your Voice Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Once In A Lifetime - Keith Urban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five Colours In Her Hair - McFly&lt;br /&gt;Grace Kelly - MIKA&lt;br /&gt;When The Day Met The Night - Panic At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, Sugar - The Archies&lt;br /&gt;Musicbox - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;Bring It All Back - SClub7&lt;br /&gt;Spice Up Your Life - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;New Soul - Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;Twist and Shout - The Isley Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Belle - Jack Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ui-yI040I/AAAAAAAAA6w/enUpUdqIFUU/s400/22651_313866521270_591241270_5121242_4554284_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your goals for February?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1153072434566159577?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1153072434566159577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1153072434566159577&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1153072434566159577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1153072434566159577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-solid-gold-youre-fabulous-bold.html' title='you&apos;re solid gold, you&apos;re a fabulous bold!'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S2ukvy0XsbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qKvDeJqZ-RE/s72-c/21973_451859935242_621655242_10863096_2221534_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6798291339360380067</id><published>2010-01-29T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:38:44.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you're like a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zTga6LC5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/72ZJqj5cRJc/s1600-h/cheri+messerli+and+david+rager.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430447804634565522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zTga6LC5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/72ZJqj5cRJc/s400/cheri+messerli+and+david+rager.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zTga6LC5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/72ZJqj5cRJc/s1600-h/cheri+messerli+and+david+rager.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSCYcTuYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YmxeEvSy75Q/s1600-h/sally+singer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430446189064731010" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSCYcTuYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YmxeEvSy75Q/s400/sally+singer.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSCYcTuYI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YmxeEvSy75Q/s1600-h/sally+singer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSCG2ODmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Fwew-B3UY0Q/s1600-h/renee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430446184341573218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSCG2ODmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Fwew-B3UY0Q/s400/renee.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 291px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSCG2ODmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Fwew-B3UY0Q/s1600-h/renee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSBcYLulI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7qnf-EDIkWg/s1600-h/Peaches+Geldof+bunny+lily.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430446172941302354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSBcYLulI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7qnf-EDIkWg/s400/Peaches+Geldof+bunny+lily.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 257px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSBcYLulI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/7qnf-EDIkWg/s1600-h/Peaches+Geldof+bunny+lily.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSBJk6t0I/AAAAAAAAA5I/xJI7pE5v1qs/s1600-h/natalie+wood.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430446167894439746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSBJk6t0I/AAAAAAAAA5I/xJI7pE5v1qs/s400/natalie+wood.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zSBJk6t0I/AAAAAAAAA5I/xJI7pE5v1qs/s1600-h/natalie+wood.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRzXLeswI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FziGbzi-3t4/s1600-h/mike+and+jen+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445931027673858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRzXLeswI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FziGbzi-3t4/s400/mike+and+jen+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRzXLeswI/AAAAAAAAA5A/FziGbzi-3t4/s1600-h/mike+and+jen+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyyXVJgI/AAAAAAAAA44/bgfKXqJ6oZc/s1600-h/mike+and+jen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445921145267714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyyXVJgI/AAAAAAAAA44/bgfKXqJ6oZc/s400/mike+and+jen.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyyXVJgI/AAAAAAAAA44/bgfKXqJ6oZc/s1600-h/mike+and+jen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyjZkCLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LxDHyrSWd1k/s1600-h/melia_marden+kid_america+(+frank+sisti+jr+).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445917128100018" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyjZkCLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LxDHyrSWd1k/s400/melia_marden+kid_america+(+frank+sisti+jr+).jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyjZkCLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LxDHyrSWd1k/s1600-h/melia_marden+kid_america+(+frank+sisti+jr+).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyDqKADI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uyKTLlDaKro/s1600-h/melia+mardern+and+frank+sisti+jr.+aka+kid+america.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445908607762482" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyDqKADI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uyKTLlDaKro/s400/melia+mardern+and+frank+sisti+jr.+aka+kid+america.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRyDqKADI/AAAAAAAAA4o/uyKTLlDaKro/s1600-h/melia+mardern+and+frank+sisti+jr.+aka+kid+america.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRx7lR1LI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hRQCJkZpTkU/s1600-h/matthew+eikelberger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445906439820466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRx7lR1LI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hRQCJkZpTkU/s400/matthew+eikelberger.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRx7lR1LI/AAAAAAAAA4g/hRQCJkZpTkU/s1600-h/matthew+eikelberger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRgS0xydI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KGfWQJSvMms/s1600-h/marylouise+pels+and+vanessa+giovacchini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445603441199570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRgS0xydI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KGfWQJSvMms/s400/marylouise+pels+and+vanessa+giovacchini.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRgS0xydI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/KGfWQJSvMms/s1600-h/marylouise+pels+and+vanessa+giovacchini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRgHgXCjI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CVIVpTxvgeY/s1600-h/mark+COBRASNAKE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445600402770482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRgHgXCjI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CVIVpTxvgeY/s400/mark+COBRASNAKE.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRgHgXCjI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CVIVpTxvgeY/s1600-h/mark+COBRASNAKE.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRf9TS4uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zIm7p7IO4YM/s1600-h/lucy+chadwick+and+duffy+in+london+with+special+guest+emma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445597663617762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRf9TS4uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zIm7p7IO4YM/s400/lucy+chadwick+and+duffy+in+london+with+special+guest+emma.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRf9TS4uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zIm7p7IO4YM/s1600-h/lucy+chadwick+and+duffy+in+london+with+special+guest+emma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRfp0jZxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/8uVmgw501UI/s1600-h/leyla+ben+and+tiger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445592434403090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRfp0jZxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/8uVmgw501UI/s400/leyla+ben+and+tiger.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRfp0jZxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/8uVmgw501UI/s1600-h/leyla+ben+and+tiger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRfR2T1sI/AAAAAAAAA34/-7nrDdli0-k/s1600-h/judi+rosen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445585999320770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRfR2T1sI/AAAAAAAAA34/-7nrDdli0-k/s400/judi+rosen.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRfR2T1sI/AAAAAAAAA34/-7nrDdli0-k/s1600-h/judi+rosen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRMajj33I/AAAAAAAAA3w/xBkfz0nxocU/s1600-h/jonathan+and+annie+zawada+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445261919084402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRMajj33I/AAAAAAAAA3w/xBkfz0nxocU/s400/jonathan+and+annie+zawada+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRMajj33I/AAAAAAAAA3w/xBkfz0nxocU/s1600-h/jonathan+and+annie+zawada+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRMObxv3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/U6szZbQK2Do/s1600-h/jonathan+and+annie+zawada.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445258665213810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRMObxv3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/U6szZbQK2Do/s400/jonathan+and+annie+zawada.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRMObxv3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/U6szZbQK2Do/s1600-h/jonathan+and+annie+zawada.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRL1858NI/AAAAAAAAA3g/i1eV9jb08sI/s1600-h/jauretsi+saizarbitoria.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445252093276370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRL1858NI/AAAAAAAAA3g/i1eV9jb08sI/s400/jauretsi+saizarbitoria.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 246px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRL1858NI/AAAAAAAAA3g/i1eV9jb08sI/s1600-h/jauretsi+saizarbitoria.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRLTu3DxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ndpg_TkonXc/s1600-h/isabelle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445242907561746" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRLTu3DxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ndpg_TkonXc/s400/isabelle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRLTu3DxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ndpg_TkonXc/s1600-h/isabelle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRLKxGUmI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hEDu13bf6Xg/s1600-h/ingrid+schram.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430445240501031522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRLKxGUmI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hEDu13bf6Xg/s400/ingrid+schram.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zRLKxGUmI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hEDu13bf6Xg/s1600-h/ingrid+schram.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8xtB8uI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ss6K3b31uts/s1600-h/ines_Fressange.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444993254912738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8xtB8uI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ss6K3b31uts/s400/ines_Fressange.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8xtB8uI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ss6K3b31uts/s1600-h/ines_Fressange.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8p7_CNI/AAAAAAAAA3A/TSCzObI-Cr8/s1600-h/fanny+bostrom+bill+gentle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444991170152658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8p7_CNI/AAAAAAAAA3A/TSCzObI-Cr8/s400/fanny+bostrom+bill+gentle.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 266px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8p7_CNI/AAAAAAAAA3A/TSCzObI-Cr8/s1600-h/fanny+bostrom+bill+gentle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8ftVouI/AAAAAAAAA24/Fkc5Y3Pbr60/s1600-h/erin+wasson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444988424364770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8ftVouI/AAAAAAAAA24/Fkc5Y3Pbr60/s400/erin+wasson.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ8Midd6I/AAAAAAAAA2w/h4VolUDi1RA/s1600-h/elli+rose+and+gui+at+home+in+tokyi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ7jZjkjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xviNDJbcoEE/s1600-h/elisa+nalin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444972235264562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ7jZjkjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xviNDJbcoEE/s400/elisa+nalin.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 252px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQ7jZjkjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/xviNDJbcoEE/s1600-h/elisa+nalin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQwZsY3_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/M33bLAVCXPM/s1600-h/daniela+kamiliotis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444780651339762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQwZsY3_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/M33bLAVCXPM/s400/daniela+kamiliotis.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQwZsY3_I/AAAAAAAAA2g/M33bLAVCXPM/s1600-h/daniela+kamiliotis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQv018siI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/g5VXagiiwp4/s1600-h/dan+martensen+and+shannan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444770759324194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQv018siI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/g5VXagiiwp4/s400/dan+martensen+and+shannan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQv018siI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/g5VXagiiwp4/s1600-h/dan+martensen+and+shannan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQvG1IvSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tOQTrPwL0wc/s1600-h/chase+cohl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444758407888162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQvG1IvSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tOQTrPwL0wc/s400/chase+cohl.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQvG1IvSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tOQTrPwL0wc/s1600-h/chase+cohl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQZIFotRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5k7CclkGCbI/s1600-h/caroline+and+fergus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444380788405522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQZIFotRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5k7CclkGCbI/s400/caroline+and+fergus.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQZIFotRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5k7CclkGCbI/s1600-h/caroline+and+fergus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQF879rXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9auoB_igLmA/s1600-h/carlos+and+mariko.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430444051377532274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQF879rXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9auoB_igLmA/s400/carlos+and+mariko.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zQF879rXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9auoB_igLmA/s1600-h/carlos+and+mariko.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zP66ZHJNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/eKJ9vwYUaqE/s1600-h/brian_lichtenberg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430443861715920082" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zP66ZHJNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/eKJ9vwYUaqE/s400/brian_lichtenberg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zP66ZHJNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/eKJ9vwYUaqE/s1600-h/brian_lichtenberg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zPtZOFsfI/AAAAAAAAA04/u4516Qg09jE/s1600-h/bella+howard+and+rosa+connell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430443629473018354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zPtZOFsfI/AAAAAAAAA04/u4516Qg09jE/s400/bella+howard+and+rosa+connell.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zPtZOFsfI/AAAAAAAAA04/u4516Qg09jE/s1600-h/bella+howard+and+rosa+connell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zPm1d5SOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sS7-xKSSF68/s1600-h/Anne_Aimee_Nathan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430443516796422370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zPm1d5SOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sS7-xKSSF68/s400/Anne_Aimee_Nathan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zPm1d5SOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sS7-xKSSF68/s1600-h/Anne_Aimee_Nathan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can sit looking at interiors all day. here's a collection of images i've collected over the part few months of house envy. they include the spaces of bella howard + rosa connell, chase cohl, daniela kamiliotis, elisa nalin, natalie wood, and erin wasson.  i'm sorry if the images are small, but i hope you enjoy this fabulous eye candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6798291339360380067?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6798291339360380067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6798291339360380067&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6798291339360380067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6798291339360380067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-like-dream.html' title='you&apos;re like a dream'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1zTga6LC5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/72ZJqj5cRJc/s72-c/cheri+messerli+and+david+rager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5411749461660700254</id><published>2010-01-24T15:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:15:16.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is more than a fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1y58S1FZ3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/-0k8yVrcITY/s400/DSC02434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to see musicals. admiring interiors. making plans for imaginary trips to england. speaking hebrew. glitter on my eyelashes, cheeks, and lips. having a chocolate spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1y6Rog2IDI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DdPbyAFisNc/s400/DSC02404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1y58S1FZ3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/-0k8yVrcITY/s1600-h/DSC02434.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting stuck in the snow while driving with a good friend and having a laugh about it. admiring Sophie Anna Everhard's amazing red hair. borrowing jewelry. eating chocolate chip waffles. listening to the Mulan soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1y5s9ddBfI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/rGEG6-I7jEQ/s1600-h/19654_266775341273_528676273_3520155_739277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1y5s9ddBfI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/rGEG6-I7jEQ/s400/19654_266775341273_528676273_3520155_739277_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430419432765457906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.Y Hotel - The Knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I Stayed - Ellie Goulding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild Blue Milk - Slow Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple Enough - Nevershoutnever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Foggy Day In London Town - Michael Buble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepy Tigers - Her Space Holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still unsure as to what I want to do for my birthday party! I've gotten some great suggestions! I am writing everything down in a notebook. If you have other ideas, or haven't given one yet, do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5411749461660700254?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5411749461660700254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5411749461660700254&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5411749461660700254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5411749461660700254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-more-than-fantasy.html' title='it is more than a fantasy'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S1y58S1FZ3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/-0k8yVrcITY/s72-c/DSC02434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3868605340526576373</id><published>2010-01-14T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:04:45.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's utterly mind-boggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-nb9Cy2CI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/GpTAqnMogSw/s1600-h/tumblr_kr4cvsk1pc1qzensso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-nb9Cy2CI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/GpTAqnMogSw/s400/tumblr_kr4cvsk1pc1qzensso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426740174689327138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-nb9Cy2CI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/GpTAqnMogSw/s1600-h/tumblr_kr4cvsk1pc1qzensso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've began my notebook full of love. in it i write love letters, poems, lyrics and quotes. maybe even horoscopes or small pictures. who knows? anything that has to do with love. which is a lot. this first picture is the cutest. just in case you didn't get that vibe already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mkxqHkMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/nYtn2galMlo/s1600-h/tumblr_kvggn3Rd0z1qzensso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mkxqHkMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/nYtn2galMlo/s400/tumblr_kvggn3Rd0z1qzensso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739226740232386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;what do you do when you have bad energy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mkxqHkMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/nYtn2galMlo/s1600-h/tumblr_kvggn3Rd0z1qzensso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mdkoIaMI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Wpd9pBzR_ns/s1600-h/tumblr_ktjefu5Ag21qzilpso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mdkoIaMI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Wpd9pBzR_ns/s400/tumblr_ktjefu5Ag21qzilpso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739102983153858" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mdkoIaMI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Wpd9pBzR_ns/s1600-h/tumblr_ktjefu5Ag21qzilpso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love all of your suggestions for birthday party themes, but keep them coming! i would like tons of options to choose from. they are all fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mWEjRfNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wFlaB8XxDYc/s1600-h/tumblr_kt9y8nNQzM1qzensso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mWEjRfNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wFlaB8XxDYc/s400/tumblr_kt9y8nNQzM1qzensso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738974113758418" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-mWEjRfNI/AAAAAAAAAzw/wFlaB8XxDYc/s1600-h/tumblr_kt9y8nNQzM1qzensso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these photos are from fuckyeahcutepeople on tumblr. i like cute people. if i weren't short, would i be cute? who knows. reading the script for chicago makes my anticipation level get raised about fifty feet in the air. it's hard to know what to think sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-l33iVI9I/AAAAAAAAAzA/n1kNSM1seQU/s1600-h/tumblr_kpk161V4hR1qzensso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-l33iVI9I/AAAAAAAAAzA/n1kNSM1seQU/s400/tumblr_kpk161V4hR1qzensso1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426738455224067026" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i painted my nails the other day. they are a light blue colour with snow, glitter, and snowflakes painted on top. i do my nails when i can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;01101001001000000110110101101001011100110111001100100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:small;"&gt;(do any of you know what that means?)&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/6549166528966347388-3868605340526576373?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3868605340526576373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3868605340526576373&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3868605340526576373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3868605340526576373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-utterly-mind-boggling.html' title='it&apos;s utterly mind-boggling'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0-nb9Cy2CI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/GpTAqnMogSw/s72-c/tumblr_kr4cvsk1pc1qzensso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6902784057118376172</id><published>2010-01-07T16:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:05:43.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new sheets, let's break them in; underneath our feathered skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a performance in an hour and a half. I really should be getting ready. My hair is up, Audrey style, and I'm pretty bare-faced. I think that should be the most beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmz6CDv3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/gFf4npAtUMI/s1600-h/22031_229606397100_698702100_3625306_3812736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmz6CDv3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/gFf4npAtUMI/s400/22031_229606397100_698702100_3625306_3812736_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424135843151593330" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmz6CDv3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/gFf4npAtUMI/s1600-h/22031_229606397100_698702100_3625306_3812736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the choirs that i am handed out new music the other day. i found out that we are finally singing a song from a musical. and not just any musical, but from RENT. we are singing finale b, which is amazing. i also get to sing along with the tenors at one part, even though i am a soprano. i'm very ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmo-o5xLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/oyzxfMdrYmM/s1600-h/22031_229605697100_698702100_3625219_1798944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmo-o5xLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/oyzxfMdrYmM/s400/22031_229605697100_698702100_3625219_1798944_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424135655409697970" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmo-o5xLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/oyzxfMdrYmM/s1600-h/22031_229605697100_698702100_3625219_1798944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been watching hockey. it's very out of character, but so be it. i like being out of character. i have an improv show coming up. my improv team had a fantastic seven hour practice on january first. we were all exhausted from the night before, but we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0ZmcnOqzcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YCQYL_L7cNY/s1600-h/19651_265251461270_591241270_4883010_1133878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0ZmcnOqzcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YCQYL_L7cNY/s400/19651_265251461270_591241270_4883010_1133878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424135442967219650" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0ZmcnOqzcI/AAAAAAAAAyg/YCQYL_L7cNY/s1600-h/19651_265251461270_591241270_4883010_1133878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been listening to a lot of nevershoutnever and of course, the glee soundtracks. i can't get enough of them! i also found out that there is going to be a sequel to a very potter musical. my life just got even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0ZmSZCk3GI/AAAAAAAAAyY/f4q4vaV_7PI/s1600-h/19654_230746856273_528676273_3367115_4057574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0ZmSZCk3GI/AAAAAAAAAyY/f4q4vaV_7PI/s400/19654_230746856273_528676273_3367115_4057574_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424135267359710306" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm planning my birthday party. even though it is far away. does anyone have ideas? i would love your help for themes or anything!&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/6549166528966347388-6902784057118376172?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6902784057118376172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6902784057118376172&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6902784057118376172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6902784057118376172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-sheets-lets-break-them-in.html' title='brand new sheets, let&apos;s break them in; underneath our feathered skin.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S0Zmz6CDv3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/gFf4npAtUMI/s72-c/22031_229606397100_698702100_3625306_3812736_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5657837639063838175</id><published>2009-12-31T11:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:27:45.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a honey, with a following of innocent boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a summary of 2009 would be impossible. but i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;taking millions of pictures. eating carrots and reading the books my friends madison and tatiana wrote for me. making breakfast in a hotel and awaiting bev (a-bev-blog.blogspot) to return from the hospital after dislocating her knee. singing circle songs. whipped cream. creating silly clubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Szz2eo342LI/AAAAAAAAAxw/481tRfR_TW0/s400/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;monologues and plays and musicals. post-it notes. making poems out of text messages. writing raps. porcelain cats. listening to the soundtrack of spring awakening and loving every bit of it. watching strangers with candy too many times. leaving messages at the lake. watching sunsets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Szz2y9RnQlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/QFiQDTjIlgU/s400/18661_249201895780_589695780_4836220_3336427_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;having an obsession with a very potter musical. paige railstone and everything within nerdfighteria. EFT. pretending to be massie block. seeing movies like breakfast at tiffany's, 500 days of summer, harry potter and the half blood prince, up, now and then and matilda. making pancakes with lovely girls in the morning. attending sustainable development conferences. being lady gaga and hannah montana for halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Szz3NsyizWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/uqu804psZEI/s400/LadyGaga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;photoshoots with raez (cheapthrillsss.blogspot). seeing my best friend who moved many times. drinking belgian chocolate tea. reading the mortal instruments, paper towns, the perks of being a wallflower, to kill a mockingbird and the catcher in the rye-and then buying them. loving high school musical 3, no matter how cheesy it may be. being a part of an improv team. watching glee every wednesday night. talking on the phone with people i could talk to for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Szz3dJliPzI/AAAAAAAAAyI/gcIoEf4z5WY/s400/17540_381591190359_648365359_10253071_2571638_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the best things happen while you're dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;things you would not do at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come naturally on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for dancing soon becomes romancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you hold a girl in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that you've never held before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;even guys with two left feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come out alright if the girl is sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if by chance their cheeks should meet while dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proving that the best things happen while you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-the best things happen while you're dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Sz0Em9ueV8I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/c2lTtQQDA4I/s400/DSC01656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;there's just one last thing for 2009. I wrote my first song on guitar! I'm glad. I'm glad I know the people I know, and I'm content. Tonight I'm going to be celebrating the ending of a decade, and it seems pretty insane that it's the end of the Noughties. What are some of your best moments of this year? This decade? Have a nice last day of the decade, fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5657837639063838175?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5657837639063838175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5657837639063838175&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5657837639063838175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5657837639063838175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-honey-with-following-of-innocent.html' title='you&apos;re a honey, with a following of innocent boys'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Szz2eo342LI/AAAAAAAAAxw/481tRfR_TW0/s72-c/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8253970027466405149</id><published>2009-12-25T17:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:35:13.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>content and confident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SzVJuiCEaiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ElfPCGpnT_Y/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SzVJuiCEaiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ElfPCGpnT_Y/s400/dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419318790368553506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a dance party with your friends. make christmas candy. watch arthur. wear a dress to bed. wash your hair with chocolate. watch a lot of movies. light a fire in your fireplace. put on crazy makeup, and love your face. hang out with a dog. eat cereal with chocolate milk. drink hot apple cider. plan a party. imagine fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to let you know, i have a youtube channel. youtube/seeyourvoice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8253970027466405149?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8253970027466405149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8253970027466405149&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8253970027466405149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8253970027466405149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/12/content-and-confident.html' title='content and confident'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SzVJuiCEaiI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ElfPCGpnT_Y/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6903734201751044906</id><published>2009-12-05T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:01:34.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, i love my life; and all that jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshOKMLbKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tqfQY-enKEo/s1600-h/14350_189315613282_514758282_3006961_5669934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshOKMLbKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tqfQY-enKEo/s400/14350_189315613282_514758282_3006961_5669934_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411955904353103010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshOKMLbKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tqfQY-enKEo/s1600-h/14350_189315613282_514758282_3006961_5669934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss the summer. the waves crashing against my feet, the sunsets i'd watch with my friend, ice cream, messages from boys in the ice cream shop, performing in the wonderful theatre, sleeping with a roommate, meeting new people, sunglasses, post-it notes, hershey chocolate bars, pink cameras, notebooks, pebbles, daisies, freezies, stage kisses, madeline, harry potter, lace tank tops, blueberries,  and summer love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshJHFAqEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/AdVOpc9NOCk/s1600-h/13667_187640011273_528676273_3143324_8269976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshJHFAqEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/AdVOpc9NOCk/s400/13667_187640011273_528676273_3143324_8269976_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411955817618384962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshJHFAqEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/AdVOpc9NOCk/s1600-h/13667_187640011273_528676273_3143324_8269976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the same time, I'm ready as ever for winter. the montreal canadiens, auditions, heart-shaped brownies, painting nails ever so carefully, comfy blankets and pillows, fairy lights, vocal jazz, deathly hallows hype, hot chocolate, mathematics, the glee finale, banana pudding, candles, and hopefully more love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshGKrt-FI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dyMTox-Yx6w/s1600-h/13538_338673315242_621655242_9789800_4624107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshGKrt-FI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dyMTox-Yx6w/s400/13538_338673315242_621655242_9789800_4624107_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411955767046436946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bake whenever you can. i love making cupcakes and brownies. cookies too. i'm bad at making cakes though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fairytale of new york - the pogues ft. kirsty maccoll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blue caravan - vienna teng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toxic(cover) - yael naim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so smoochie - kurt elling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;southernmost - the lucksmiths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lisa, make love! (it's okay!) - oh no! oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tigerlily - la roux&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;french navy - camera obscura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;je ne veux pas travailler - pink martini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is something you'd like to do on new years eve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6903734201751044906?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6903734201751044906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6903734201751044906&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6903734201751044906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6903734201751044906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-i-love-my-life-and-all-that-jazz.html' title='oh, i love my life; and all that jazz'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SxshOKMLbKI/AAAAAAAAAxg/tqfQY-enKEo/s72-c/14350_189315613282_514758282_3006961_5669934_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3333359141567870044</id><published>2009-11-08T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:25:13.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm keeping a book of everything great</title><content type='html'>There is something you need to read right now, before even taking a second look at my blog. But thank you for the comments about my new layout, I appreciate it! &lt;a href="http://youareremarkable.wordpress.com/2009/09/26/look-up-at-the-sky/"&gt;http://youareremarkable.wordpress.com/2009/09/26/look-up-at-the-sky/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Svdce2rz-oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/a9zZF9KzaMY/s1600-h/33muas0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401887963199306370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Svdce2rz-oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/a9zZF9KzaMY/s400/33muas0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do a photoshoot with Raez (cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com), I have so much fun! I love all the outfits I get to wear(I even got to wear a fur coat! Check her blog for more), the hair and makeup, and just the whole experience. I'm thinking of possibly doing some outfit posts, but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in seeing that. Right now I'm wearing a floral dress with a black cardigan and pearls. Oh, and my hair is in an updo with a cute white bow in it. I really love bows. As well as a lot of people. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdbL45S-QI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ytnXXumQA5c/s1600-h/11059_308030810359_648365359_9477984_4463210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401886537863592194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdbL45S-QI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ytnXXumQA5c/s400/11059_308030810359_648365359_9477984_4463210_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past while has been filled with birthday celebrations, being hannah montana, glee anticipation, owl city, harry potter, hiphop dance class, attending shows, lots of love, learning about hockey, vocal jazz, cell phones, ice cream with bananas, improv, math class, singing so much my head hurts, seeing great friends, and making great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdaymkeOsI/AAAAAAAAAww/--rvePHwywc/s1600-h/15536_198167321270_591241270_4421395_3378698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401886103447681730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdaymkeOsI/AAAAAAAAAww/--rvePHwywc/s400/15536_198167321270_591241270_4421395_3378698_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Love Me Like You Used To - Uptown Vocal Jazz Quartet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 Mph (In 2nd Gear) - Gemma Ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wanna Sex You Up (Cover) - Glee Cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss From A Rose - Seal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High School - Jeremy Fisher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Perogative - Britney Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jump Around - House of Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lamest Place In The World -13 The Musical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Than Alive - ALL CAPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paper Cuts - The Boy Least Likely To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a conference all about sustainable development, with an Eco Club that me and a few girls started after going to a conference last year. I showed them a lovely book that I made. I found the idea on kind over matter! &lt;a href="http://kindovermatter.blogspot.com/2009/03/kind-over-matter-books.html"&gt;http://kindovermatter.blogspot.com/2009/03/kind-over-matter-books.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdaNQI2mYI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5q-MLthVdxk/s1600-h/8434_155428812100_698702100_3185632_5611876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401885461771098498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdaNQI2mYI/AAAAAAAAAwo/5q-MLthVdxk/s400/8434_155428812100_698702100_3185632_5611876_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahcutepeople.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://fuckyeahcutepeople.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you taking part in NaNoWriMo? I was going to, but sadly, I had a bad start. &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful stories. &lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every girl loves these. &lt;a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2005/10/french_chocolat.html"&gt;http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2005/10/french_chocolat.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdcQOCCl8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/L1S1mafsy_g/s1600-h/73jurc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401887711768516546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SvdcQOCCl8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/L1S1mafsy_g/s400/73jurc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know some of your favourite love songs, and possibly a cute/romantic/nice/sweet story about you and a special someone; a recent one, an old one-it doesn't matter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3333359141567870044?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3333359141567870044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3333359141567870044&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3333359141567870044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3333359141567870044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-keeping-book-of-everything-great.html' title='i&apos;m keeping a book of everything great'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Svdce2rz-oI/AAAAAAAAAxI/a9zZF9KzaMY/s72-c/33muas0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7404439268954923855</id><published>2009-10-15T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:16:04.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SteSQVWc2XI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/wGZyxcVL6tU/s1600-h/100_5250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392939888106330482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SteSQVWc2XI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/wGZyxcVL6tU/s400/100_5250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had an uncanny knack to bring a smile to her face while his pupils turned into cartoon-shaped hearts. They sat in his bedroom, folding soft teeshirts, while devouring a plate of nachos. They played hide and seek in a brightly coloured carnival tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SteR24u9BzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fEp0bhsPoQ0/s1600-h/100_5192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392939450927744818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SteR24u9BzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/fEp0bhsPoQ0/s400/100_5192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They spoon-fed eachother peanut butter. They sat and watched an orchestra perform. They watched the stars from the trampoline in his yard. They caught snowflakes on their tongues in the wintertime. They had a sleepover in a treehouse. They sang along obnoxiously to soundtracks they loved and hated. They shared a big brown sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7404439268954923855?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7404439268954923855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7404439268954923855&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7404439268954923855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7404439268954923855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-make-me-happy.html' title='you make me happy'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SteSQVWc2XI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/wGZyxcVL6tU/s72-c/100_5250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5910369426884034436</id><published>2009-10-10T23:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:20:02.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>butterscotch and delicate hands</title><content type='html'>I finally did it. I finally saw Breakfast At Tiffany's. It's quite lovely, and the imagery is nice. I'm glad I saw it. I like seeing things that are older, everything seems to have such charm compared to now. I was looking at my father's old school yearbook, it's weird to see how life has changed and stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpt91iOFG91qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpt91iOFG91qzb31mo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October has come, and already there is snow on the ground. A thin layer, but it is still upsetting. I was looking forward to rolling in the autumn leaves. I've been sitting in my home, drinking glasses of milk, and eating toast with jam. I've been dreaming of being wrapped up in a blanket with a special someone, and watching movies like Now and Then and Madeline, and maybe even Matilda or 500 Days of Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing my own Happy Lists in various notebooks. I am in love with writing lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper cranes, cupcakes, balloons, ballet shoes, peanut butter, orchestras, tea, bubble baths, editorial models, trampolines, blue skies, massages, people who write sweet emails, sending postcards, sparkly fingernails, hula-hoops and adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3786726365_752f2b1cc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3786726365_752f2b1cc0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have this. &lt;a href="http://www.theall-nighter.com/catalog/item/7168668/7340888.htm"&gt;http://www.theall-nighter.com/catalog/item/7168668/7340888.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take part in this: &lt;a href="http://youareremarkable.wordpress.com/love-letters-to-from/"&gt;http://youareremarkable.wordpress.com/love-letters-to-from/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kptabdBqbF1qzb31mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kptabdBqbF1qzb31mo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.”&lt;br /&gt;— Anaïs Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/StFhwBtJljI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_WzRGAqrU6I/s1600-h/8726_194253655128_570795128_4268358_4618149_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391197706658616882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/StFhwBtJljI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_WzRGAqrU6I/s400/8726_194253655128_570795128_4268358_4618149_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got together with some friends, and we made crafts, involving tons of glitter! I made a glittery dinosaur that I am planning on giving a very sweet person that I am getting to know. I like getting to know people. Especially people who want to get to know me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble - Nevershoutnever&lt;br /&gt;She Sends Kisses - The Wrens&lt;br /&gt;One Man Band - Washington&lt;br /&gt;Voices Carry - Til Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Silver City - Susie Ro &amp;amp; Ayla&lt;br /&gt;I Love You More Than Yesterday - Spiral Staircase&lt;br /&gt;When I Go - Slow Club&lt;br /&gt;Hoppipolla - Sigur Rós&lt;br /&gt;Dear Time Traveler - The Scene Aesthetic&lt;br /&gt;Don't Wanna Cry - Pete Yorn&lt;br /&gt;Autumn - Paolo Nutini&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Twilight - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080729124459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20080729124459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to listen to every single one of the songs you all posted in the comments of my last blog post. Now, another question(should I stop asking these?). Do you watch Glee? What do you think of it? It is one of my favourite television shows, and I want your input!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5910369426884034436?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5910369426884034436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5910369426884034436&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5910369426884034436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5910369426884034436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/10/butterscotch-and-delicate-hands.html' title='butterscotch and delicate hands'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3786726365_752f2b1cc0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-9098567044456946279</id><published>2009-09-25T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:21:30.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll make biscuits, and i'll make tea; we'll curl up close and then fall asleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFj_5ON5oI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Nqexx8SxU_g/s1600-h/0000000000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382192979027814018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFj_5ON5oI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Nqexx8SxU_g/s400/0000000000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far September has been a blur and a whirl of many things. Cinnamon buns, John Green failing at destroying a wall, Andrew Sims @replies on twitter, the Spice Girls, missing the hogwarts express, shopping with friends, new secondhand clothes, auditions, Chicago, the Amanda Show, dreaming of building cozy forts with fuzzy blankets, EFT, Madeline, GLEE, pizza, guitars and history class, protecting cakes, Massie Block, Starbucks, improv, best friends, recording songs, dance class, the saddle club, italian food, the Parent Trap, taking walks, moustaches, vocal jazz, chocolate milk with marshmallows, and talking to sweet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFjnm5zq4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rgOWlLHtg1k/s1600-h/0000000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382192561793510274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFjnm5zq4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/rgOWlLHtg1k/s400/0000000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you that is all your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. M. Dellinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFjg4kILGI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ctKJyEtPAhQ/s1600-h/000000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382192446275333218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFjg4kILGI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ctKJyEtPAhQ/s400/000000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being famous is wicked. But it’s better to be normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFhgvwvAEI/AAAAAAAAAto/lBFqe8lkmVs/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382190244889034818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFhgvwvAEI/AAAAAAAAAto/lBFqe8lkmVs/s400/0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love cake and delicious treats as much as I do..&lt;a href="http://www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beautiful. &lt;a href="http://www.behance.net/Gallery/the-black-apartment/123184"&gt;http://www.behance.net/Gallery/the-black-apartment/123184&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For giggles. &lt;a href="http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/"&gt;http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was your very worst date? &lt;a href="http://myveryworstdate.com/"&gt;http://myveryworstdate.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymomisafob.com/"&gt;http://mymomisafob.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydadisafob.com/"&gt;http://mydadisafob.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFg6WyBeRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kBGIcHYxfyc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382189585348524306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFg6WyBeRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kBGIcHYxfyc/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://foundmagazine.com/"&gt;http://foundmagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3411977959_5eede6c1e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3411977959_5eede6c1e5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all of the replies I got from the questions I asked last post! I loved hearing your answers and finding out all that fun stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recieved wonderful awards, and now it's my turn to pass them on. The first two are from Nicola (insidethecabinetofwonder.blogspot.com) and the other is from Anna (made-the-cut.blogspot.com).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxMpxsdkBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/MBEkQDMsJQ8/s1600-h/nicola1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385263535026442258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxMpxsdkBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/MBEkQDMsJQ8/s400/nicola1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxMt0GqkiI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ROblXMFK6hA/s1600-h/nicola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385263604392694306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxMt0GqkiI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ROblXMFK6hA/s400/nicola2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxNaL0vlDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YUULLOWvamw/s1600-h/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385264366674220082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxNaL0vlDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YUULLOWvamw/s400/anna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to list seven things about myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;001. I'm working on a novel right now. It's mostly just ideas, but I really hope it works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;002. I'm not very good at math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;003. I love Glee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;004. I'm so glad to be in Chamber Choir, Choir and Vocal Jazz, it makes me feel so glad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;005. John and Hank Green are two very cool people that I admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;006. People often tell me I'm cute, but that's basically the extent of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;007. I bought a jacket that reminds me of Massie Block. Oh, the excitement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For these awards, I tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;modernmarie.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thepelicanandme.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jjjanuary.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;demureprincess.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stylesoldier.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;incompanywithsparkles.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxQ7YVvoRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/8pp13AKDvEQ/s1600-h/6251_146662371619_589706619_3923171_6012601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385268235504427282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrxQ7YVvoRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/8pp13AKDvEQ/s400/6251_146662371619_589706619_3923171_6012601_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a song you currently cannot get enough of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-9098567044456946279?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9098567044456946279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=9098567044456946279&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/9098567044456946279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/9098567044456946279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-make-biscuits-and-ill-make-tea.html' title='you&apos;ll make biscuits, and i&apos;ll make tea; we&apos;ll curl up close and then fall asleep.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SrFj_5ON5oI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Nqexx8SxU_g/s72-c/0000000000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5741323924398648997</id><published>2009-08-31T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:19:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jump jive and wail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/1798900278_c299469840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/1798900278_c299469840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the replies to my question! Sammi-Lise, I also like the sequin trend. Lottie, that preppy look is so much fun! Jocelynne, sweater dresses are so nice, as well as fall florals, blazers, and leather jackets too! I like dressing up, it is lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/1711124266_6ecd631abf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2358/1711124266_6ecd631abf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely friends and I were at Mitsu's house yesterday, and we made delicious smoothies. We also decided that we were going to create our alter egos. Here is some info about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Gretchen Heather Ann Coach. Some people call me Gretch, as well as kiddo, but that's mostly by my dad. My birthday is December 21, 1996, and I am age 13 and going into grade 8. My parents are is Chad Zachary Coach and Nicola Ezmeralda Zimmerman-Coach. My dad is a life coach, and my mother is a womens' volleyball coach. Kind of ironic, hey? I am high-upper middle class. My 17 year old sister is Lindsay Rose Zimmerman Coach. I have an adorable golden retriever named Willy. I am dating a prepubescent, short &amp;amp; pudgy boy named Mark (with a “K”!) Bailey. My style is jumpers, knee socks, mary-janes, ruffles, lip gloss, and pink. My guilty pleasures are banana pudding, High School Musical, &amp;amp; charm bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raez (cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com) is Priscilla Ava Marie Dôuche, but call her Zaria.&lt;br /&gt;Mitsu (iheartmansbridge.blogspot.com) is Samantha Pakwa Inkleburton, call her Sammie.&lt;br /&gt;Rona is Sophie Kwoogh Kotunowicz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/2202476496_bed460efcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/2202476496_bed460efcf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gala Darling (galadarling.com) made a new post on her website, and it inspired me to post some pictures. I love these interiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2202476288_10e779b4fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2202476288_10e779b4fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so extremely true can a heart fall deep into the hands of another. fall so quickly and land so carefully. by someone who holds the key to unlock all sorts of woes and cares and thoughts and turn them all into fluffy cotton wool and wish it away up to the clouds. up where they stay. never to be seen. and down upon the green daisy covered grass, lay nothing but perfection and happy stars and excitement bubbles.she sits under the shady tree daydreaming of adventures to come. of words to say and things to feel."-the girl with the huge imagination, and the tea drinking english rose, lottie. (theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2340/2202475888_3ee0492ea6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2340/2202475888_3ee0492ea6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're My One And Only True Love-Seduction&lt;br /&gt;Paper(Hot Sax Version)-Explode Into Colors&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little Secret-All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Happy-Drake Bell&lt;br /&gt;Laughing With A Mouth Full Of Blood-St. Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Just Add Water-Nice Guys Finish First&lt;br /&gt;3 Little Words-Frankmusik&lt;br /&gt;The Lady Is A Vamp-Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;The Freaks, Nerds &amp;amp; Romantics-Bouncing Souls&lt;br /&gt;Twist and Shout-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You-Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;My Name Is Love-Amy Diamond&lt;br /&gt;I Can Feel Your Heartbeat-The Partridge Family&lt;br /&gt;Harry-A Very Potter Musical&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite Things-Connie Talbot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2201684875_b4da55b3ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2201684875_b4da55b3ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a trip recently, and I bought a few things. Now my room has new friends, like: a yellow and grey striped tube jersey dress, a red zip up, as well as a purple one; a white teeshirt with paint splatters and fish on it(very artsy), blonde hair extensions, lip gloss that tastes like creamsicles, sweet pea body spray, floral sunglasses, a checked skirt in pinks and purples, purple acid wash jeans, yellow and white nail polish, white nail art nail polish, a composition book like Harriet M. Welsch has in Harriet The Spy, the cutest underwear and high school musical socks. I also bought two movies, Step Up and The Clique. Have any of you seen The Clique, or read the books? Who would you be? People tell me I'd be Massie, but not mean like she is. I think Kristen is cool, and Layne too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2201245781_4df6498d81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/2201245781_4df6498d81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get to know some of you more. So, I'm going to have a few questions for you guys to answer(all out of choice, you don't have to!) and you can post them below in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is one place where you've felt your heart belongs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you look up to, or, who inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anyone for a day who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone could sing you a song, what would it be and who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold a strangers hand if they asked you to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose, the sky or the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2201586935_b6b8a796ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2201586935_b6b8a796ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get lots of inspiration from my blog post. But mostly, just from the world in general. Lately, inspiration has been key in my life. It's time for me to make a anniversary card for my grandparents, so I hope to hear from you, and goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2201587183_664dfb4153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/2201587183_664dfb4153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  School is soon. And I still don't have audition songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5741323924398648997?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5741323924398648997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5741323924398648997&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5741323924398648997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5741323924398648997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/08/jump-jive-and-wail.html' title='jump jive and wail'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2204/1798900278_c299469840_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8459481199720898859</id><published>2009-08-21T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:03:48.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lettres d'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/3843987148_177f1dbefb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/3843987148_177f1dbefb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/romanced/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/romanced/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes amazing photographs, you really should check other ones out, and comment!&lt;br /&gt;I also have a flickr account, the link is on the sidebar of my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=C76BE906C9D83A3A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=C76BE906C9D83A3A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Current Obsession of Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3815955480_5b9e6328b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3815955480_5b9e6328b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelybluepony.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://lovelybluepony.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful what you wear to bed at night, you never know who you'll meet in your dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DZVOR4K93k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DZVOR4K93k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Criss has so much talent, and I'm in awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3815145789_33e003c338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3815145789_33e003c338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1248971/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1248971/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Cherrybomb so badly! Rupert Grint is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8x10-Fefe Dobson&lt;br /&gt;Won't She Be Surprised-The Bicycles&lt;br /&gt;Träume-Francoise Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Ties-The Momeraths&lt;br /&gt;Symphony 1 In The Barrel Of A Gun-Emily Wells&lt;br /&gt;Sun Giant-Fleet Foxes&lt;br /&gt;Seaside-The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;Scenic World-Beirut&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sandman-The Puppini Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Melody-Erin McKeown&lt;br /&gt;Little Boxes-The Submarines&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get Together-The Go-Go's&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes-Russian Red&lt;br /&gt;Let's Lay Together-The Isley Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Shy Kind of Guy-Gogol Bordello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some back-to-school trends, outfits, or looks you are into? I'd love hearing from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8459481199720898859?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8459481199720898859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8459481199720898859&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8459481199720898859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8459481199720898859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/08/lettres-damour.html' title='lettres d&apos;amour'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2653/3843987148_177f1dbefb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-221445651503328991</id><published>2009-07-26T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:53:36.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honey, just talk to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smyln-HJySI/AAAAAAAAArw/s4JgMWQFbmU/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843362397899042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smyln-HJySI/AAAAAAAAArw/s4JgMWQFbmU/s400/DSC01840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summertime is clearly exciting. no school, and a bunch of events. I'm so busy with all of these things, that i just get so caught up in it all and forget to update. I'm very sorry about that. I've been checking the blogs i follow though, and all of you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmyxJNPkRxI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SzrBUcp2wCo/s1600-h/6680_114554278053_578753053_2926785_5633425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362856028023310098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmyxJNPkRxI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SzrBUcp2wCo/s400/6680_114554278053_578753053_2926785_5633425_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bev (a-bev-blog.blogspot.com) and I performed an original rap at the talent show at international music camp, and it was a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smymu7I2lmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NR6x_hL6mzI/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362844581370435170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smymu7I2lmI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NR6x_hL6mzI/s400/DSC02411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend since kindergarten, jenna, moved. we don't see each other as much as we would like, but when we do, it's always so much fun! we saw the movie 'I Love You, Beth Cooper', and looked through old photo albums and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmykhdKbp3I/AAAAAAAAAro/jZ0oldvnC-Q/s1600-h/DSC01686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362842150962440050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmykhdKbp3I/AAAAAAAAAro/jZ0oldvnC-Q/s400/DSC01686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with my friends for my birthday, and it was a fantastic day! thank you all for the birthday wishes, you are all so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmykQ2g2zyI/AAAAAAAAArg/bwb3asMfD_g/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841865709604642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmykQ2g2zyI/AAAAAAAAArg/bwb3asMfD_g/s400/DSC01617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for tea with bev and pam. they are both fun to be around, and I got Belgian Chocolate Tea and a bunch of yummy treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smyj0TDuKBI/AAAAAAAAArY/xZOzOAVqiLI/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362841375155824658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smyj0TDuKBI/AAAAAAAAArY/xZOzOAVqiLI/s400/DSC01616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the library too, and after finding books that I was going to take out, I read some books in the childrens section, like Madeline(which mysteriously was on television today, for the first time in what seems like forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmyiuZ7VdpI/AAAAAAAAArI/xZ0km9o364M/s1600-h/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362840174408857234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmyiuZ7VdpI/AAAAAAAAArI/xZ0km9o364M/s400/DSC01579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sj2XOhC1YlM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sj2XOhC1YlM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://instantrimshot.com/"&gt;http://instantrimshot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehpalliance.org/wwdd/"&gt;http://thehpalliance.org/wwdd/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmyiaIyk3RI/AAAAAAAAArA/sxCBZBo2K9M/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362839826211331346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmyiaIyk3RI/AAAAAAAAArA/sxCBZBo2K9M/s400/DSC01555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you make me happy. your nails are red. as is our group. you can dance, &amp;amp; i follow your example. i'm glad we are at DRAMA CAMP here together" - (verityamani.blogspot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmycDhqxljI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sWUyZfF2P5A/s1600-h/DSC03016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362832840682739250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmycDhqxljI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sWUyZfF2P5A/s400/DSC03016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Dressed Up-Plain White Tees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bend to Squares-The Postal Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours-Stevie Wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet In The Middle-Tara Simmons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Get What You Give-New Radicals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it Rain-Tilly and the Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In The Early Morning Rain-Peter, Paul and Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thunder-Boys Like Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bouncing Ball-honeyhoney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timber-Lilys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smybm2BLcKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WS7500TfT7g/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362832347929211042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smybm2BLcKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WS7500TfT7g/s400/DSC02937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched a movie today called Stardom. It was interesting, I'm not quite sure what I think of it yet. &lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/201821/Stardom/trailers"&gt;http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/201821/Stardom/trailers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmuVR9gYFhI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aOmdYLuhPPQ/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362543917115381266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmuVR9gYFhI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aOmdYLuhPPQ/s400/DSC00823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoinspiresu.ca/"&gt;http://www.whoinspiresu.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmuT9hIo51I/AAAAAAAAAp4/9Y1fE6NcQfk/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362542466390615890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SmuT9hIo51I/AAAAAAAAAp4/9Y1fE6NcQfk/s400/DSC00564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the new Harry Potter movie on opening night, and I want to know what all of you thought of it, if you saw it. Tell me, in the comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-221445651503328991?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/221445651503328991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=221445651503328991&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/221445651503328991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/221445651503328991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/07/honey-just-talk-to-me.html' title='honey, just talk to me'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Smyln-HJySI/AAAAAAAAArw/s4JgMWQFbmU/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5409250170565045227</id><published>2009-06-28T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:50:33.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't get much sleep last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SkZnrEAPglI/AAAAAAAAApA/H27DhZ8thMU/s1600-h/P1010218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352079196683207250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SkZnrEAPglI/AAAAAAAAApA/H27DhZ8thMU/s400/P1010218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave for camp in a few minutes. I've been looking forward to camp ever since I got home from it last year. I will update you on my travels and fun times once I get home. Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, I only have to wait until Thursday for the day to come! All of you guys are lovely, and I'd like to thank you so much for reading and commenting. My father is now beckoning me to come into the car. IMC, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SkZlXuL_FhI/AAAAAAAAAow/f7huWpe3jFE/s1600-h/P1260023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352076665386112530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SkZlXuL_FhI/AAAAAAAAAow/f7huWpe3jFE/s400/P1260023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Morning-Jack Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Yours-Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words That I Employ-Coach Said Not To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Risque-Cute Is What We Aim For&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes Me Happy-Drake Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinai-Ghost Bees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live For Loving You-Gloria Estefan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, It's Fact-Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;Black Sand-Jenny Lewis&lt;br /&gt;City Song-Mia Riddle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5409250170565045227?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5409250170565045227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5409250170565045227&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5409250170565045227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5409250170565045227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-get-much-sleep-last-night.html' title='i didn&apos;t get much sleep last night'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SkZnrEAPglI/AAAAAAAAApA/H27DhZ8thMU/s72-c/P1010218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1312605927751183771</id><published>2009-06-19T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:11:21.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time for something sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvbcmJ0l5I/AAAAAAAAAog/iy_-ncjxAM8/s1600-h/n578742060_2113126_1145887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349110266757158802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvbcmJ0l5I/AAAAAAAAAog/iy_-ncjxAM8/s400/n578742060_2113126_1145887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of school was yesterday, and I have one exam on Tuesday to do. Other than that, I'm done. I've done plenty of fun things this year, and I'm so excited for everything ahead of me. This weekend coming up is a busy one, and I promise to post a few photos from it. I am excited to wear dresses all weekend. Dresses are so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvX3d9wq0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/beOdfjvj_v0/s1600-h/4692_106524400780_589695780_3208501_2693777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349106330369043266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvX3d9wq0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/beOdfjvj_v0/s400/4692_106524400780_589695780_3208501_2693777_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year I've gone to some parties, and I've bought new clothes. I found the coolest Spice Girls shirt, shown above. I love it! I wore it to my friend Rae's birthday party. This year I went to a jazz festival(first photo), and I had a good time, even though some pretty bad events occurred. I borrowed my friend Illana's floral dress to wear for one of those days, and it is such a pretty dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvTiuTkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Yf9ZugQCMTY/s1600-h/preprint+-+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349101575931708226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvTiuTkQ0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Yf9ZugQCMTY/s400/preprint+-+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my school's production of Seussical, and I played the Mayor's wife/Mrs. Mayor. I had a blast working with all my talented cast members, and of course the crew and directors who did so much! I'm in the yellow, if you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvRpvp6ztI/AAAAAAAAAoI/n-F3l6xJAAE/s1600-h/final+2+-+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349099497529724626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvRpvp6ztI/AAAAAAAAAoI/n-F3l6xJAAE/s400/final+2+-+04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it was a great experience. I love musicals, and I could almost fill up my 4GB iPod with all of the musical soundtracks I have. I have so many memories from this year's musical, and I hope to be in more shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvNPrqt21I/AAAAAAAAAoA/40FGKqB3JhQ/s1600-h/P5070360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349094651736218450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvNPrqt21I/AAAAAAAAAoA/40FGKqB3JhQ/s400/P5070360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my singing groups, we sang many songs. We sang: Mas Que Nada, Boy From New York City, Everybody Wants Ya, September, Centerpiece, A Nightingale Sang in Berkley Square, Longer, Birdland, Frim Fram Sauce, Shenandoah, Kom!, His Love Never Fails, Lacrymosa, Give Us Peace, Donkey Riding, Run Children Run, Reel A Bouche, Tango To Evora, Sicut Locutus Est,&lt;br /&gt;Singabahabayo, Sing We And Chant It, Mairi's Wedding, Hlohonolofatsa, Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel?, Ne Sede Djemo, In Remembrance and Earth Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvNIY65PyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6TXrrcejq94/s1600-h/P5060644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349094526444715810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvNIY65PyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6TXrrcejq94/s400/P5060644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent lots of time doing Improvisation, and I got to know people through that. I did a few photo shoots with Rae, and she is brilliant, let me just say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvMb3MVphI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Qm81Ksyndiw/s1600-h/A2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349093761476830738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvMb3MVphI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Qm81Ksyndiw/s400/A2-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new video editing software, so hopefully, soon I will be able to post videos onto Youtube. So many of you have great blogs and other things, like Flickr accounts, Youtube accounts, ect. You really are amazing people and you have passion in what you do, which is something that I think is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvMKZbjJbI/AAAAAAAAAno/8VumaF1ZxQA/s1600-h/_DSC0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349093461429790130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvMKZbjJbI/AAAAAAAAAno/8VumaF1ZxQA/s400/_DSC0125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing is something that I love to do, and I value that I have chances to do what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are cute. &lt;a href="http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=5"&gt;http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up very soon, and I really want some things from here! Check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.lush.ca/shop/"&gt;http://www.lush.ca/shop/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. &lt;a href="http://yupnet.org/siken/2008/03/18/7/#24"&gt;http://yupnet.org/siken/2008/03/18/7/#24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep in the hundred acre wood where Erin Meagan plays, you'll find the enchanted neighborhood of Erin's childhood days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1312605927751183771?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1312605927751183771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1312605927751183771&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1312605927751183771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1312605927751183771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-something-sweet.html' title='time for something sweet'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SjvbcmJ0l5I/AAAAAAAAAog/iy_-ncjxAM8/s72-c/n578742060_2113126_1145887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2214541829942658481</id><published>2009-06-04T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:28:38.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the things that make you smile</title><content type='html'>Erin Meagan makes wishes, writes on post-it notes, hangs tinsel from the ceiling in magical places, takes photographs, dresses up, collects sparkles, writes secret notes to her fairy friends, makes memories on swing sets, fills her belly with ice cream, picks daisies, hangs onto balloons, reads and creates homemade books, drinks lemonade in tea cups, loves cupcakes, blows glitter kisses, analyzes poetry, fills her days with music, dreams of Hogwarts, dances for the irresistible quality of loving life, uses improvisation, sings to starry-eyed strangers, sketches lacy drawings of umbrellas and snowflakes, adds sprinkles to doughnuts, spends hours in bookshops, cuddles with magical friends and dreamers, puts ribbons in her hair and dances in the rain, devours chocolate truffles and biscuits, sits on floral bedsheets and reads storybooks, believes in fantastical things, and sees your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihgMDUOETI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qiRvKvabhgA/s1600-h/DPP_00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343626718039904562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihgMDUOETI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qiRvKvabhgA/s400/DPP_00014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few lovely bloggers asked if they could see some pictures from the photo shoot that I mentioned in the last post, and so here are two of them for you to see. If you want to see the others, go to Rae's blog (cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com) and look around for them. She is a fabulous girl, and I'm excited to see her tomorrow again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihgDAIHeBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9YON8qvXins/s1600-h/DPP_00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343626562565011474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihgDAIHeBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9YON8qvXins/s400/DPP_00064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most adorable teeshirts here. Especially the one that says: hello there how are you? i hope you are doing well if you are managing to read this then you are amazing and i love you more than anything else in the world.... :) &lt;a href="http://johnnydurham.bigcartel.com/"&gt;http://johnnydurham.bigcartel.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very sweet site. &lt;a href="http://www.thankyoutoo.org/"&gt;http://www.thankyoutoo.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solve Relationship Problems. &lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com/archive/001465.html"&gt;http://www.qwantz.com/archive/001465.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Time for a New Relationship With Food. &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2009/06/its-time-for-a-new-relationship-with-food"&gt;http://zenhabits.net/2009/06/its-time-for-a-new-relationship-with-food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved playing this years back. So much fun playing Mash. &lt;a href="http://dollarshort.org/mash/"&gt;http://dollarshort.org/mash/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're awkward but I like you anyways. &lt;a href="http://www.explodingdog.com/title/youreawkwardbutilikeyouanyways.html"&gt;http://www.explodingdog.com/title/youreawkwardbutilikeyouanyways.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dreamincolour/3595622228/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/dreamincolour/3595622228/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihhJ9wCHnI/AAAAAAAAAng/i6oTxHM0jXc/s1600-h/4247_195149655176_524315176_7044072_4592745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343627781697838706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihhJ9wCHnI/AAAAAAAAAng/i6oTxHM0jXc/s400/4247_195149655176_524315176_7044072_4592745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently had a big burst of performances for singing groups, and I just wanted to share a picture of one of the more casual performances with all of you. The girl on the end is Bev, who some of you may know from her illuminating blog (a-bev-blog.blogspot.com), and I am next to her. Emma (emmaisenthused.blogspot.com), is also in the photograph. We all make a fun jazz group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are any of you excited to see the Tony Awards?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2214541829942658481?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2214541829942658481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2214541829942658481&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2214541829942658481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2214541829942658481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-make-you-smile.html' title='the things that make you smile'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SihgMDUOETI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qiRvKvabhgA/s72-c/DPP_00014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-739788628052148044</id><published>2009-05-20T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:27:46.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not mad that you got mad that I got mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShSp3ef2c7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/V1XX1gMBX8g/s1600-h/P5050516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338078228885435314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShSp3ef2c7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/V1XX1gMBX8g/s400/P5050516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of May has been filled with books, nail polish, singing, dancing, monologues, photo shoots, Caesar salads with chicken, hugs, anticipation, new music, jealousy, Improv shows, dress shopping, the hoedown throwdown, The Clique Movie, physics, High School Musical 3, vocal jazz and party planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShN0U6c3V7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/ek3AoZSEG20/s1600-h/P5110530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337737886000699314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShN0U6c3V7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/ek3AoZSEG20/s400/P5110530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderfully talented Rae (cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com) did a photo shoot that I was honoured to model in. The mascara she used on me was absolutely great, and I think I should buy it! &lt;strong&gt;Cover Girl Lash Blast Mascara. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShN0FFQhTLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qTPSw_xBlwQ/s1600-h/P5090449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337737614023806130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShN0FFQhTLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/qTPSw_xBlwQ/s400/P5090449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute. &lt;a href="http://www.thecuteproject.com/"&gt;http://www.thecuteproject.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very amusing read. &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/dating/phases"&gt;http://mingle2.com/dating/phases&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely, simply fabulous. &lt;a href="http://abcadventures.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://abcadventures.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think Simple Now. &lt;a href="http://thinksimplenow.com/"&gt;http://thinksimplenow.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Crap. My Parents Joined Facebook. &lt;a href="http://myparentsjoinedfacebook.com/"&gt;http://myparentsjoinedfacebook.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNzlt8vw6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/bQCMDc22J1M/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337737075190907810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNzlt8vw6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/bQCMDc22J1M/s400/P1010202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horse-Alessi's Ark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toxic-Britney Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tug Of War-Carly Rae Jepsen&lt;br /&gt;The Most Beautiful Girl (In The Room)-Flight Of The Conchords&lt;br /&gt;Golden Ticket/I Want It Now-Harry Connick, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Hello-Hawk Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Can I Have This Dance-High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;Boy From New York City-Manhattan Transfer&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Wants Ya-S Club 7&lt;br /&gt;Hoedown Throwdown-Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Move If You Wanna-MIMS&lt;br /&gt;Lay All Your Love On Me-ABBA&lt;br /&gt;You Belong To Me-The Doobie Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Go Easy-Ryan Adams &amp;amp; the Cardinals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summertime-The Zombies&lt;br /&gt;Pump It Up-Elvis Costello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNzIowP8KI/AAAAAAAAAmo/eZgJ_ilak_0/s1600-h/P1010345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337736575580106914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNzIowP8KI/AAAAAAAAAmo/eZgJ_ilak_0/s400/P1010345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started on this website, and so far it is really awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/user/seeyourvoice/453393"&gt;http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/user/seeyourvoice/453393&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my page. Make your own, and tell me your username!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNy4NdEspI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GCWI-aLZglo/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337736293374014098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNy4NdEspI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GCWI-aLZglo/s400/P1010245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are coming to an end, slowly, but surely. School has a little bit less of a month left to play out for me. My birthday is in July, and so is International Music Camp, which is sure to be a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNyt__GAvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TATblQhm8BU/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337736117959918322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShNyt__GAvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TATblQhm8BU/s400/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to expand my blog and improve it, but that probably won't happen until after school is over. Oh, and I also am going to be getting a job. I hope. Comment telling me what your summer plans are, I'd love to hear about them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you can guess what the title is from, you are awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. If you had to search it to find out, listen to the song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-739788628052148044?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/739788628052148044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=739788628052148044&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/739788628052148044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/739788628052148044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-mad-that-you-got-mad-that-i-got.html' title='i&apos;m not mad that you got mad that I got mad'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/ShSp3ef2c7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/V1XX1gMBX8g/s72-c/P5050516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6520821118873293859</id><published>2009-04-25T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:05:59.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i was told that kite flying's for lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's that time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYyh28dzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pS8tWYLVxNc/s1600-h/sr54.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770777959135026" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYyh28dzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pS8tWYLVxNc/s400/sr54.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've posted this photograph a few entries ago, but I needed to post it again, because my hair is like this today! My camera is dead, and I need to go buy new batteries. One day, try to do this to your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYqaY_sFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2yAXKql7r_Q/s1600-h/models-1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770638515515474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYqaY_sFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2yAXKql7r_Q/s400/models-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Anne of Green Gables again, and I've realized, again, how much I love it. I relate to Anne so much, and it's such a lovely read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYfOB6dsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/huj6ESC-vng/s1600-h/models.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770446218917570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYfOB6dsI/AAAAAAAAAmA/huj6ESC-vng/s400/models.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least once a week, I take a walk with Beverley (a-bev-blog.blogspot.com), and today our walk lasted almost 2 hours. We were at a park at one point, and a little boy, about 5 years old, was trying to talk to us. He had run across the street(without looking both ways before crossing) wearing a orange and navy blue winter jacket, and was trying to get into the park to talk to us. He was holding toys, and books, and he was saying things, but it was difficult to hear him since we were ways away. He tried to get past the chain surrounding the park, but he was too short to step over, and too weak to pick it up and go underneath. We were giggling about his cute factor, when a woman came out of the house and ran across the street to the boy. I'm assuming she was his mother. She picked him up and began to scold him, and I felt so sad, I just wanted to hug that kid forever. She brought him back home and I looked at the door a minute later, and the little boy was looking out the window sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYSuIc4MI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HMpcMj6ASf0/s1600-h/m930.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770231497973954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYSuIc4MI/AAAAAAAAAl4/HMpcMj6ASf0/s400/m930.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Drama class, we are currently doing monologues. My monologue is about a girl named Karen who has an eating disorder. I have to have it memorized and perform it by Friday, and I'm not sure if I'll be ready in time. Any tips for memorizing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYMxfGYRI/AAAAAAAAAlw/TuyEV6E9cp4/s1600-h/blow-1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770129319059730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYMxfGYRI/AAAAAAAAAlw/TuyEV6E9cp4/s400/blow-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honour of April and the letter A, here are some songs that start with the letter A!&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;E-Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;About Fun-Psapp&lt;br /&gt;Accord Mineur-Wintermitts&lt;br /&gt;Addiction-Les Singes&lt;br /&gt;Africa-Toto&lt;br /&gt;Ageless Beauty-Stars&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;Alice-Chat&lt;br /&gt;All About You-McFly&lt;br /&gt;All I Want is You-Barry Louis Polisar&lt;br /&gt;All My Loving-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;All The Words-The Bridges&lt;br /&gt;All This Beauty-The Weepies&lt;br /&gt;All We’ve Ever Done-Lex Land&lt;br /&gt;Almost Lover-A Fine Frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Another Little Darling-The Zodiacs&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Else But You-The Moldy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Who Had A Heart-Minotaurs&lt;br /&gt;Anything But You-Civalias&lt;br /&gt;Apples and Pairs-Slow Club&lt;br /&gt;Australia-Skilla &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOX_SkXF-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/zF_YxU3oC5U/s1600-h/0001kx4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769897681328098" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOX_SkXF-I/AAAAAAAAAlo/zF_YxU3oC5U/s400/0001kx4d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music is like painting in sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you take it into your inner heart and never lose it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's eternally mysterious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Van Cliburn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOX9OPw2OI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NR1FJdLXnoI/s1600-h/2hairpoitnweo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769862161455330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOX9OPw2OI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NR1FJdLXnoI/s400/2hairpoitnweo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people care too much. i think its called love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Winnie the Pooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOX2SMA5mI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hb6r4llY8B0/s1600-h/20090407034710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769742960387682" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOX2SMA5mI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hb6r4llY8B0/s400/20090407034710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I told you about that solo in Vocal Jazz? Well I got one of them! I'm glad. Emma, (emmaisenthused.blogspot.com) has a solo in that song that has more or less the same tune, and I'm glad that she got one too. Thank you everyone, for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXjZoukfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/t1Ag49sb0G4/s1600-h/hair03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769418542354930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXjZoukfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/t1Ag49sb0G4/s400/hair03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qoqmzvaSAI&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qoqmzvaSAI&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXd1qtRYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/eqPUmYccsnQ/s1600-h/gYQpglZ2blv70clxP3a6yQdCo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769322987636098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXd1qtRYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/eqPUmYccsnQ/s400/gYQpglZ2blv70clxP3a6yQdCo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe."-Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXURPeK2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Va18o_7pUls/s1600-h/Picture3_3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769158590901090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXURPeK2I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Va18o_7pUls/s400/Picture3_3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The person who wants nothing, hopes for nothing, and fears nothing can never be an artist."-Anton Chekhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXLZRa7zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5T-nbRdWDB8/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328769006127738674" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOXLZRa7zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/5T-nbRdWDB8/s400/waves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently listening to That's How You Know from the movie Enchanted. It is so delightful, if you haven't seen it, you probably should! Take my advice and see it, and love it. Tomorrow is my dance recital, and I'm going to get to do my hair up in a fun way! This post has a bunch of pictures, mostly of 'hairspiration'. I got the photos from various sources. I'm off now, to eat some torte and watch Annie! Have a great end of the month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6520821118873293859?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6520821118873293859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6520821118873293859&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6520821118873293859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6520821118873293859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-told-that-kite-flyings-for-lovers.html' title='i was told that kite flying&apos;s for lovers'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SfOYyh28dzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/pS8tWYLVxNc/s72-c/sr54.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5009460654951075605</id><published>2009-04-01T13:22:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:29:01.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing we can do, just wanna be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEweythfQI/AAAAAAAAAko/lxNZDm2bFZU/s1600-h/Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323589540095556866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEweythfQI/AAAAAAAAAko/lxNZDm2bFZU/s400/Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a nice walk today with Beverley(a-bev-blog.blogspot). We walked a fair amount, and we stopped in Walmart! There was so much Hannah Montana merchandise, it was insane! I bought a Hannah Montana guitar shaped hairbrush. I couldn't help myself! I also bought a copy of NYLON magazine, the special anniversary issue! I haven't finished it yet, but I'm hoping to read it tonight after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEvEKJanKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ivO1ZwEgDew/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323587983018466466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEvEKJanKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ivO1ZwEgDew/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie(accordingtostefanie.blogspot) and I had a photo shoot, and most of the photos in this blog post are from the photo shoot that we had. We both had a lot of fun taking pictures with each other. I felt like a princess standing on top of a giant cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEudNgIlLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/FWwFEGGUGIg/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323587313904161970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEudNgIlLI/AAAAAAAAAkY/FWwFEGGUGIg/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading old journals from the second grade last night. My mother teaches grade two, and she said that my writing was very developed for a child of that age. Remind me in the comments to post some small snippets of what I wrote, because some of it was very funny! I might use the new scanner I got to scan a few of the pages. It is so interesting to read old things that you wrote, and felt. I mentioned food so much in my journal. I haven't changed one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEuQj5ArtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0k7fNK5ibj0/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323587096575782610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEuQj5ArtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0k7fNK5ibj0/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see the Hannah Montana movie? If you have, tell me in the comments what you thought..but don't give any of the plot points away! I want to know if it is worth seeing(even though I'll end up seeing it anyways). Or, just leave some movies you think I should see! I love watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEoF7ZCOZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/55o2RE_v5iM/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323580316835789202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEoF7ZCOZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/55o2RE_v5iM/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a vocal jazz group at my school, and we are singing the song Everybody Wants Ya by S Club 7. I used to listen to them when I was younger, and I'm ever so happy that we are singing that song in vocal jazz. I want a solo, wish me luck! Even if I don't get one, I'll have tons of fun singing it. You should check it out if you haven't listened to it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEn1j2G-dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Cf9F1skrxsQ/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323580035637377490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEn1j2G-dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Cf9F1skrxsQ/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called me beautiful today. I think that was the first time I've ever blushed in my life. I never turn pink. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEnhtZ3B7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/m7BnIjOxTBg/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579694605862834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEnhtZ3B7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/m7BnIjOxTBg/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a tumblr account, and it is a picture playlist site. I don't know how much I will update it, but I like it! (seeyourvoice.tumblr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEnKm7z_VI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mfiQl2MSBgg/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579297732230482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEnKm7z_VI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mfiQl2MSBgg/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends and I wrote a parody of a song and we were going to record it and give it to a certain fabulous Improv team that is going to be going to the CIG(Canadian Improv Games). Unfortunately, the microphone wasn't working with my computer, so we didn't end up doing it. I hope I can find another microphone in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEm9oQz7zI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kQ-hh5Beiog/s1600-h/PHOTOSHEWT+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323579074750443314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEm9oQz7zI/AAAAAAAAAjo/kQ-hh5Beiog/s400/PHOTOSHEWT+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Tatiana(discoveryourstory.blogspot) went on a trip to Mexico, and she brought me back the most darling bobble head turtles ever. One is named Travis, and the other is named Sienna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081102154439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081102154439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090216073439.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend, everybody, and thank you for reading my blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If anyone can guess where my title is from, they get an imaginary cupcake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5009460654951075605?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5009460654951075605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5009460654951075605&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5009460654951075605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5009460654951075605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-nothing-we-can-do-just-wanna-be.html' title='there&apos;s nothing we can do, just wanna be with you'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SeEweythfQI/AAAAAAAAAko/lxNZDm2bFZU/s72-c/Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-296718315275299388</id><published>2009-03-30T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:50:10.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>skipping puddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKoOlvfjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_vwD-3XZkWc/s1600-h/P3130198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114689872887346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKoOlvfjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_vwD-3XZkWc/s400/P3130198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Beverley and I had a photoshoot at my house a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKgnCQmtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aGxJB1B1wBE/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114558995995346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKgnCQmtI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aGxJB1B1wBE/s400/photo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We also had a discussion about love at her house a few days ago, and you must check out her blog (a-bev-blog.blogspot.com) and read about what she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKLJIfDFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OhSp0qE7Owc/s1600-h/photo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114190191791186" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKLJIfDFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/OhSp0qE7Owc/s400/photo11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures turned out pretty well. We were both in a creative mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFJ592wFyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ufsS-PWifdA/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113895106844450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFJ592wFyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ufsS-PWifdA/s400/photo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Erin Meagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They were shrunken down when I uploaded them onto blogger, but at least you get a glimpse of what we were up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFJnHCsy0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/bCEADZdHaEQ/s1600-h/photo18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113571155364674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFJnHCsy0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/bCEADZdHaEQ/s400/photo18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Erin Meagan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me wearing a dress that I got at VV a while ago. It was so darling and made me feel like a princess, so I bought it. I really hope that there is an occasion coming up that I could wear it to. Theme party, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKCaKw18I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OmABfuXpLDc/s1600-h/P3140359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114040145926082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKCaKw18I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OmABfuXpLDc/s400/P3140359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally post photos of my meals, but this one was very tasty. I am a big believer in eating cake whenever I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone for commenting and telling me their responses to my question. I love hearing from all of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFMsN_9JFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4Ov3vvuFasc/s1600-h/Camera+November+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319116957457130578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFMsN_9JFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4Ov3vvuFasc/s400/Camera+November+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicola(insidethecabinetofwonder.blogspot.com) tagged me with a tag that I've been wanting to do for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your current obsession?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently spending a lot of time decorating my bedroom. I love decorating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Right now I am wearing a pink cardigan and a green tank top from Old Navy and a floral skirt that I bought from VV, but it was originally American Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person I hugged would have to be my friend, Mistu when she came over and visited me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many facebook friends do you have at the moment(or any social networking site)? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to go check. *one minute later* I have seven hundred and seventy eight friends. Does that even make sense? Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s for dinner? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping for pizza, but with my luck, we are probably not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The last thing that I bought was cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am listening to the We Just Touched Awkwardly song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to it here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2RzKNCahRg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2RzKNCahRg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite weather?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoy springtime and autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s on your beside table? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I have a few CDs, mostly mixes, my alarm clock, a green picture frame, and fancy cards with envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say something to the person/s who tagged you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your blog was one of the first I read, and it is such a pleasure to know that you read mine now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are you typing from right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A book you're currently reading? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently re-reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to have in your hands right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything Spring Awakening related. I love that musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite tea flavour?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belgium Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What film means so much to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really hard question to answer. Rent, Odd Girl Out, or the Parent Trap(Lohan version).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go to an intense dance workshop, or a cozy secondhand book store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want to become as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you sang with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tag anyone who wants to do this, because I really can't pick only eight people, as all of you are just so full of awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in the first question, I have been working on changing my bedroom..gradually. The walls of my bedroom are the same as this next picture. I've posted a few pictures, all from ourbedrooms on livejournal. Inspiration. (Sorry if they are cut off or huge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/Vanillacocktail/Katieroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/Vanillacocktail/Katieroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/a4lr7o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 536px" alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/a4lr7o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e92/againstmarj/myroom/bed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e92/againstmarj/myroom/bed.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b81/modestnotes/IMG_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 467px" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b81/modestnotes/IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Spring break, I hope to do something fun everyday. Of course, today was surfing the internet. I found this crazy site, check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-296718315275299388?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/296718315275299388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=296718315275299388&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/296718315275299388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/296718315275299388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/03/skipping-puddles.html' title='skipping puddles'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SdFKoOlvfjI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_vwD-3XZkWc/s72-c/P3130198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2772178744731897679</id><published>2009-03-12T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:47:58.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's green..like our love</title><content type='html'>I have to sign up for courses for my next year in high school, and I am precarious about what I should sign up for, since I still do not know what I want to do out of high school. Of course, I am also going to be taking Drama, Choir, English, Pre Calculus, Vocal Jazz, Chamber Choir and History. I'm most likely taking Biology, but do I need Physics or Chemistry? I would also like to take a computer course, like multimedia, application or science. Oh, but which one to choose is a very difficult decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SbhOOeqd8RI/AAAAAAAAAig/wef0D73MzaQ/s1600-h/20090217140603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312081771139821842" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SbhOOeqd8RI/AAAAAAAAAig/wef0D73MzaQ/s400/20090217140603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best friends had a birthday bash a while ago, and I took a picture of the meal that I had in the morning, doesn't it look just delicious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Sbg-Fk3H-kI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hZblfaqVBlM/s1600-h/n794245412_5924632_2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312064025998654018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/Sbg-Fk3H-kI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hZblfaqVBlM/s400/n794245412_5924632_2354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My past few weeks have been filled with performing, birthdays, movies, flirting, veggie samosas, Annie, chemistry, catching up in dance class, stefanie, improv, tests, and preparing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rnt40_Serpent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=rnt40_Serpent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dress from American Apparel is simply darling! One of my dance classes was considering having this for our costume, and we ended up deciding against it. I probably would have gotten the serpent colour-the first one. It looks like such a sweet dress, I may have to get it once I get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.net/morephotos/rnt40/RNT40_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SbsaCRAxQ3I/AAAAAAAAAio/ha6IDpUfJgM/s1600-h/dress.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312868811642323826" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SbsaCRAxQ3I/AAAAAAAAAio/ha6IDpUfJgM/s400/dress.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a poem at the end of February, and I'd love it if you'd give me some feedback. Well, here it is. It isn't titled yet, and I haven't really given it a working title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd set the scene, but i don't recall&lt;br /&gt;everything around us was noticed, but set aside.&lt;br /&gt;like seashells, we lined the way to a magical depth&lt;br /&gt;we didn't divulge&lt;br /&gt;either of us&lt;br /&gt;our shells beautiful, a work of art.&lt;br /&gt;a cluster of jewels adorned my chest&lt;br /&gt;and your hair was mussed from the faded wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sand under the bare skin of our feet was the foundation that kept us moving&lt;br /&gt;the waves started out low, a playful game&lt;br /&gt;a constant refreshing nudge&lt;br /&gt;your lips parted into a smile and our hands joined as one, as if our hearts could be influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a breath of the ocean breeze, i faced your beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;i realized it was impossible to get past the barrier.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a fault, more like an obstacle,&lt;br /&gt;yet our hearts just weren't in it&lt;br /&gt;the waves seemed to rain over my thirsty body as i took it all,&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;the ending of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back was the hardest to do,&lt;br /&gt;the waves acting diabolical; a possessed heart monitor&lt;br /&gt;and there i see it.&lt;br /&gt;arms containing two bodies,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing could be more unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;interlocking fingers and eyes was never this excruciating,&lt;br /&gt;i am under the influence of your graceless charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think of the seashells,&lt;br /&gt;the fear to dive in.&lt;br /&gt;to swim in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;is to love the unknown&lt;br /&gt;and to love the unknown&lt;br /&gt;is to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question of the Day: If you could travel to two places, where would you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've posted pictures of her before, but I just needed to again! Amy Diamond and I are probably secret twin sisters, we just aren't sure about it yet. Sorry if this is photo-heavy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Photoshoots/2008/normal_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Photoshoots/2008/normal_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole outfit looks so cozy, but it doesn't looks bulky, like many cozy clothes can sometimes be when worn together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Photoshoots/unknown%207/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 615px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Photoshoots/unknown%207/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm a bad girl. I want that sequinned jacket. I can't lose my love for glittery goodness, it's too hard! I had a pair of my friend's jeans for a while, and they were purple and somehow went with so many pieces of my wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Melodifestivalen%202009/press%20pictures/normal_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Melodifestivalen%202009/press%20pictures/normal_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fit of that shirtdress is so constructed and oddly designed that I fell in love with it. I also love the colour of it! As well, I really like her hair in all of these pictures, and I wish I had my lighter hair colour back sometimes, but then other times, I'm content with what I have right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Melodifestivalen%202009/Announcement/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 642px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Melodifestivalen%202009/Announcement/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that vest just amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Melodifestivalen%202009/semifinal/backstage/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Melodifestivalen%202009/semifinal/backstage/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a cardigan like this. I own a ratted up pink knit cardigan from Old Navy and a turquiose/teal one from who-knows-where. I have had my friend Beverley's gold cardigan for almost a month now, and I just love it! I'm excited to see what will happen when she grows out of it. A local improv team wears cardigans, and I am mighty envious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Other/Being%20a%20hairdresser%2C%20Klick%21%20magazine/normal_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/gallery/albums/uploads/Other/Being%20a%20hairdresser%2C%20Klick%21%20magazine/normal_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture makes me wish again for my old hair colour. If I had that dress, I'd spin around to watch everything move! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-diamond.net/hqgallery/albums/uploads/Appearances/Polar%20Music%20Prize%202008/normal_hq001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://amy-diamond.net/hqgallery/albums/uploads/Appearances/Polar%20Music%20Prize%202008/normal_hq001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer, I went to International Music Camp, also known as IMC. It was such a fantastic experience, and I am looking forward to (hopefully) returning in the upcoming summer. My school has the brochure hung up on the wall, and I was looking at it when I noticed that I was included in one of the photographs featured inside. It is also on this page of the website, and if you truly are wondering, I'm the one with the striped socks. We were supposed to dress in a way that expressed our personality, so I dressed in bright colours from head to toe, like a lot of people. &lt;a href="http://www.internationalmusiccamp.com/dramainner.htm"&gt;http://www.internationalmusiccamp.com/dramainner.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been updating the playlist on my blog. I have added this one song that was written about me(well, not really) and it is called she'sgotstyle. Give it a listen, it's really good! And I'm not quite sure why the song 'Be Gentle With Me' hasn't been playing the full length of the song. It's probably just the original location of the music file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week, my starry-eyed wanderers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2772178744731897679?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2772178744731897679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2772178744731897679&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2772178744731897679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2772178744731897679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-greenlike-our-love.html' title='it&apos;s green..like our love'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SbhOOeqd8RI/AAAAAAAAAig/wef0D73MzaQ/s72-c/20090217140603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3863365155681068150</id><published>2009-02-20T18:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:12:23.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>amore suscrescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Welcome back, Erin Meagan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like I've been gone for so long, hasn't it? Well, at least it feels like that to me! I am sorry for not posting in so long, I just couldn't! I was very overwhelmed! Another thing, I got tagged and awards(or maybe it was just the one award, I'm not too sure)from some of you moonlit bloggers! I cannot remember all of the people who have tagged me, so if you would please just remind me in the comments and I was go back to your blog and find the tag, I would be grateful. I have remembered some of them, and here they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that Lottie gave me this tag, the one with the image! I love this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rules&lt;br /&gt;1. go to the 4th folder on your computer where you store your images&lt;br /&gt;2. pick the 4th picture in the folder&lt;br /&gt;3. explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;4. tag 4 people to do the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9LDgskxEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GRvZhhguu7k/s1600-h/n528676273_1271856_8045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305041409754317890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9LDgskxEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GRvZhhguu7k/s400/n528676273_1271856_8045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photograph of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken by Bev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wearing my fun tie dye dress, and the lighting looks really cool! Instead of tagging just four people, I am tagging everybody, so go and do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9M1N_ZjBI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JXeUViunO6o/s1600-h/theteadrinkingenglishrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043363238087698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9M1N_ZjBI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JXeUViunO6o/s400/theteadrinkingenglishrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! This new award is lovely, and oh, so delightful! Very special. I think that I am going to give it to my friend Tatiana, who is a pineapple monkey and can be found at &lt;a href="http://discoveryourstory.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://discoveryourstory.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and the creative &lt;a href="http://insidethecabinetofwonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insidethecabinetofwonder.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9M4-6-iLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AqyFPu3zGSY/s1600-h/song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043427912485042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9M4-6-iLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AqyFPu3zGSY/s400/song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my St. Valentine's day at a rehearsal for a show that I performed in last night, and then I went to a fabulous friend's house and we did plenty of fun stuff! How was your Valentine's day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9M-tn1N8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/kg3PzVwJWBI/s1600-h/again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305043526347995074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9M-tn1N8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/kg3PzVwJWBI/s400/again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In September, I was privileged enough to see Rent: Filmed Live on Broadway in theatres! It was only playing for two days and the tickets were about 22 dollars. I went to see it with a few people I knew, and a few that I didn't know too well, but got to know better afterwards. Now it is released on DVD, and I highly recommend it. If you have seen the movie, you HAVE to see this. And if you haven't, I still think you should watch this, unless you really have something against musicals or something. In all seriousness though, the beauty of this musical was actually caught on the film, and I was so glad to be able to see it. I've seen it twice now, once in the theatre and once with my friend's DVD. I am going to go out and buy it as soon as I can.&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.jp/daphne_rubinvega/rentfilmdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/sony/Rent/Rent_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 525px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/sony/Rent/Rent_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si puer cum puellula &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;moraretur in cellula,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;felix coniunctio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amore succrescente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pariter e medio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;propulso procul taedio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;fit ludus ineffabilis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;membris, lacertis, labiis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a boy with a girl&lt;br /&gt;tarries in a little room,&lt;br /&gt;happy is their coupling.&lt;br /&gt;Love rises up,&lt;br /&gt;and between them&lt;br /&gt;prudery is driven away,&lt;br /&gt;an ineffable game begins&lt;br /&gt;in their limbs, arms and lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crushed.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://crushed.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crushes.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://crushes.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardboardlove.com/"&gt;http://www.cardboardlove.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3863365155681068150?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3863365155681068150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3863365155681068150&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3863365155681068150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3863365155681068150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/amore-suscrescente.html' title='amore suscrescente'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SZ9LDgskxEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GRvZhhguu7k/s72-c/n528676273_1271856_8045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3933709870631096093</id><published>2009-02-05T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:40:51.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one hundred percent of you</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad for not blogging. It's not like I have been super busy, but I've just not had the time to write all of the things I want to. I promise that I will get to doing all of the tags that I have recieved, soon. I actually have bits and pieces of what I want to post saved as drafts, but I just can't seem to finish it. I promise though, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SYuGUwFjuwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3L_ASp2uqbQ/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299477077595241218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SYuGUwFjuwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3L_ASp2uqbQ/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a photo of me from last June.&lt;br /&gt;It's the least I could do for not posting in so long, and besides the post would be boring without a photo to go along with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3933709870631096093?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3933709870631096093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3933709870631096093&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3933709870631096093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3933709870631096093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-hundred-percent-of-you.html' title='one hundred percent of you'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SYuGUwFjuwI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3L_ASp2uqbQ/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1139901784013352961</id><published>2009-01-25T12:30:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:12:01.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>apology; maybe accepted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't posted in a week, and that is for a few reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-Exams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-Jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-Dance Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-My Mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't post now, I'm not sure when the next time this week will be. I have a math exam on Monday, and a Geography exam on Wednesday. I may be having a tea party on Thursday, and then over the weekend I'm going to be pretty busy with rehersals and seeing one of my best friends who I haven't seen in quite some time. Oh, and thank you to everyone so much for the comments! Last post so far has 20 comments, which is the most comments that I've ever received! I really enjoy reading your comments, and all of your blogs, so thank you, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just some quick photos of hair that I wish I could have. Either found on weheartit, or just saved into my picture folder from a while ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyyXQUmfoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ELS_0ukewlc/s1600-h/sr54.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295303374468972162" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyyXQUmfoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ELS_0ukewlc/s400/sr54.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyyQBerxsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/AsqGK6CCzxY/s1600-h/hairspirationakskldksagttttttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295303250225645250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyyQBerxsI/AAAAAAAAAgw/AsqGK6CCzxY/s400/hairspirationakskldksagttttttt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyx-7P1UFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VGLfDjgMw_8/s1600-h/20080430120350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302956494966866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyx-7P1UFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VGLfDjgMw_8/s400/20080430120350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyx0JKvJ0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/UHwA2SwsH5Q/s1600-h/14734322_3379394_red_hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295302771253126978" style="WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyx0JKvJ0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/UHwA2SwsH5Q/s400/14734322_3379394_red_hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when I said a month ago that my friends Tatiana and Madison had made me a book? Well they actually made me two, and these are pictures of the second one. Isn't it just darling? And don't I look adorable? I wish my hair could be like that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymV6VADyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/q9_ibNoenmQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290157245665058" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymV6VADyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/q9_ibNoenmQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymaApfgOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N8FFDwx48GU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290227661701346" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymaApfgOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N8FFDwx48GU/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymfqHt28I/AAAAAAAAAew/krAarOV8RAo/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290324693670850" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymfqHt28I/AAAAAAAAAew/krAarOV8RAo/s400/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymnodBP3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/5uoRqCz9T0k/s1600-h/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290461685104498" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymnodBP3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/5uoRqCz9T0k/s400/1111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymuWS5SPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WwDtoWYRsUI/s1600-h/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290577069885682" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXymuWS5SPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WwDtoWYRsUI/s400/11111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Beth. Miss Hanna Beth. If you know of her, you probably know of her as a scene queen. That's not even why I like her style/look. Sometimes her makeup is a bit much, but what else would you expect from a scene queen? We are both close to the same height, and I think that it is cool that she gets modelling jobs and such with her height. My friend Stefanie told me that we look similar..but I'm not too sure about that. We are about 5 years apart too. What do you think(for those of you who know me personally, you probably will know a little bit better)? I'm going to post some pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[1]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyrOCSZnwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/LLchdm9f8ek/s1600-h/normal_hb08Cupcakemeetngreet0ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295295519501426434" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyrOCSZnwI/AAAAAAAAAgY/LLchdm9f8ek/s400/normal_hb08Cupcakemeetngreet0ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyqHPyN0CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AxjE3xkW2FY/s1600-h/normal_hb08Cupcakemeetngreet0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295294303353819170" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyqHPyN0CI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AxjE3xkW2FY/s400/normal_hb08Cupcakemeetngreet0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the dress that she is wearing to pieces! I just wish I could have it in my closet! I'm not crazy about her shoes, but I like the accessories she's wearing with the dress. And cmon, CUPCAKES!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[2]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyp7wb9CqI/AAAAAAAAAgI/lmw81MlF4tI/s1600-h/normal_img5321aw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295294105960385186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyp7wb9CqI/AAAAAAAAAgI/lmw81MlF4tI/s400/normal_img5321aw9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keychains on her phone are INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[3]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyphX4HtrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ap7j4J5WxxM/s1600-h/normal_hbsetp08otus0l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295293652691039922" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyphX4HtrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ap7j4J5WxxM/s400/normal_hbsetp08otus0l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a more chic, laid-back outfit, and I love her hair, which she also has in the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[4]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXypLZcF5dI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8RD7VhfAh3Q/s1600-h/normal_hbsetp08otus0j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295293275153229266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXypLZcF5dI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8RD7VhfAh3Q/s400/normal_hbsetp08otus0j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn how to do my hair like this! I think that it looks so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[5]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXypIE-SH_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jGZ1aEdThls/s1600-h/normal_HBNov2008LiCari0gc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295293218119884786" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXypIE-SH_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jGZ1aEdThls/s400/normal_HBNov2008LiCari0gc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dress is magical! And her hair is gorgeous there, extensions or not, it doesn't make a difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[6]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyo5kM-C4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Hal0qbi20fo/s1600-h/normal_HBNov2008LiCari0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295292968804944770" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyo5kM-C4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/Hal0qbi20fo/s400/normal_HBNov2008LiCari0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more classy, and less colourful than what she normally wears. The makeup is neutral too. Oh, and again, her hair is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[7]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyolDuLL8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/kKB0N9HVgYU/s1600-h/hb2008OctLJ40b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295292616488464322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyolDuLL8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/kKB0N9HVgYU/s400/hb2008OctLJ40b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a link to the other pictures from this shoot, sorry, but in other shots you could probably see the dress a bit better. This dress is fabulous, and the headband really adds something. I don't know if she looks like me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[8]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyogkzthMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UPqmc_5Fv3Y/s1600-h/HB2008aLUMNIcLOTHING0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295292539470709954" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyogkzthMI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UPqmc_5Fv3Y/s400/HB2008aLUMNIcLOTHING0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me smile. I love the shelf in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[9]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyn_gaj8vI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Pc8NTEOujWk/s1600-h/11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295291971355800306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyn_gaj8vI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Pc8NTEOujWk/s400/11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and her friend both just look good. I like Hanna's headband, and normally I'm not a huge fan of those headbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[10]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXynsU1_RFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8qlRdy1a0uA/s1600-h/1~41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295291641832096850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXynsU1_RFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8qlRdy1a0uA/s400/1~41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture, and I love her shirt. Her hair looks so cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a dream sometime this past week, and it included a lot of things. The things that stood out the most was a waterslide, a strange bird, ice cream, a drama teacher and two friends that I have recently befriended. When you dream about being on or seeing a waterslide, it can suggest that you are being swept away by your emotions. It could also mean that you are going with the flow of things without any resistance. When you have a dream that has deformed or odd birds, it can be indicating that you have a unique perspective on romance and love. It can also represent a lack of understanding in 'affairs of the heart'. To see or eat ice cream in a dream represents pleasure and satisfaction in your life. It shows savouring the moment and enjoying it. It also indicates good luck and success in love. Seeing a teacher in a dream can mean that you are seeking advice, or approval. Seeing friends in a dream signifies parts of your personality that you have tried to bash, but are now ready to accept and incorporate into your life. It can also mean that there will be good news. That is a lot of different meanings for a lot of different things. The scary thing is, they actually make sense to my life right now. Does things like that ever happen to you? Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be going now, because I have a lot of studying to do, which really does suck. First, I think I'll get some hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and maybe some easy listening music. If any of you have exams, I hope that they go well for you, and me as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1139901784013352961?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1139901784013352961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1139901784013352961&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1139901784013352961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1139901784013352961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/apology-maybe-accepted.html' title='apology; maybe accepted.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SXyyXQUmfoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ELS_0ukewlc/s72-c/sr54.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3025589783263820265</id><published>2009-01-19T14:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:20:51.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a very good day</title><content type='html'>So far, I'm having a good day. Some of you may be able to guess why, but the reason for my gladness doesn't really matter. Maybe I'll tell you why later. Haha, I'm being such a tease. Something really cool happened last night. Cool is not even close to being the right word, but it will have to do. I was in my room texting a few people, and then I walked over to my bed and plopped down. The word plopped reminds me of elementary school and my friend Jenna, so I try to use it whenever I can. Anyways, when I sat there on the bed, I noticed something really strange. The air all of a sudden had a blast of sparkage soaring through the air, and it was almost as if it were magic causing this to happen. Of course, it was just the air flow from when I sat down on my bed. You see, I have a glass of glitter in my bedroom(or fairy dust, you never know) and I forgot to put the piece of material over top of it, in case of spillage. So there was glitter flying everywhere in my room, making everything shimmer, and then I saw that it was 11:11, and that made the moment even more magical. I hope my wish comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to now post a bunch of pictures(kind of inspired by Tiffany, kind of just because it came to mind) of rooms that inspire me/that i want/that i wish i had/that are awesome. I also got a photo tag and I promise to do it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080725161019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080725161019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080526030043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080526030043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080526030051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080526030051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081230011951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081230011951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090113102427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090113102427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081206145846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081206145846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090118091133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090118091133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090118091137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090118091137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081227190756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081227190756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081227190803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081227190803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream today. One of the bigger concepts of it was a plane ride. That indicates searching for freedom, adventure, and reaching for higher levels of success. As weird as this may sound, my dream also included eggs, which could mean that something new is about to happen in my life. It indicates possibilities opening up and inner potentials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; for me to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3025589783263820265?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3025589783263820265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3025589783263820265&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3025589783263820265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3025589783263820265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-very-good-day.html' title='today is a very good day'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6793936335967817311</id><published>2009-01-15T14:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:58:28.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>two poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Awestruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stubble, a happy medium of rough and smooth,&lt;br /&gt;he grazes my shoulder and that's all I require&lt;br /&gt;no purpose, not really.&lt;br /&gt;fascinating myself with the whole of him.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at my vanity, i know about insanity,&lt;br /&gt;this can't be it.&lt;br /&gt;bare, on the outside&lt;br /&gt;exposed, but deserving&lt;br /&gt;do i dare impress?&lt;br /&gt;will he express?&lt;br /&gt;feelings; ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;I always saw this as inconceivable&lt;br /&gt;but now my serene mind has a specific destiny&lt;br /&gt;at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;authentic words, spoken in fifths&lt;br /&gt;we relish in our glory&lt;br /&gt;practically bursting at the seams,&lt;br /&gt;chivalry is blossoming,&lt;br /&gt;frolicking seems natural.&lt;br /&gt;delicate defines all emotion&lt;br /&gt;anxious excitement fills our pulsating veins&lt;br /&gt;could this be it?&lt;br /&gt;the words written down almost a forbidden power&lt;br /&gt;as we speak in fifths and cursive tongues.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the warmth is replaced with longing,&lt;br /&gt;my acapella mind without one to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;again, I think of my carousel of colours, my whirlwind of a classic orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;br /&gt;Wincing at a gaunt expression, I'm sitting there again.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at my vanity, I know about insanity,&lt;br /&gt;this can't be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW-i9-qghAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lqW1HFmuVg0/s1600-h/14926_L.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291627272860632066" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW-i9-qghAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lqW1HFmuVg0/s400/14926_L.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobalt Crescents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a gesture.&lt;br /&gt;it's all I need from you to make this illusion of a fool.&lt;br /&gt;sightseeing in Paris&lt;br /&gt;you are calling my name&lt;br /&gt;I can think of very few things that could reduce my juvenile grin.&lt;br /&gt;we sit at a table,&lt;br /&gt;one and a half feet apart,&lt;br /&gt;there's a connection, is there not?&lt;br /&gt;the crescents in your eyes make it impossible to refuse this oasis of panoramic entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;we eat biscotti,&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:35,&lt;br /&gt;at a small estate of obscene tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation creeps up on me and I suppress the urge,&lt;br /&gt;your effortless attempt with a chromatic fashion works great.&lt;br /&gt;just great.&lt;br /&gt;We secretly yearn for frivolous casualties&lt;br /&gt;as we sit, edging closer.&lt;br /&gt;Our charisma and chemistry ricochets all around&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted, as he tells his tales.&lt;br /&gt;we stand to leave,&lt;br /&gt;this stranger with cobalt eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and I gasp.&lt;br /&gt;"tomorrow," is all he says&lt;br /&gt;and I meditate to those words as I walk away,&lt;br /&gt;to morr ow&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to morr ow&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW-iK1bt3cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mZoJSavfIIA/s1600-h/IMG_8571--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291626394209344962" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW-iK1bt3cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mZoJSavfIIA/s400/IMG_8571--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were two poems that I have written(both in geography class, I may add).&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to leave comments with constructive criticism, or any comments at all about them.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6793936335967817311?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6793936335967817311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6793936335967817311&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6793936335967817311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6793936335967817311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-poems.html' title='two poems'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW-i9-qghAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lqW1HFmuVg0/s72-c/14926_L.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6373747383931357132</id><published>2009-01-13T17:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:37:36.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>city kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0j-ZapvzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lvqCh_0ie8k/s1600-h/n589695780_2413488_9641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290924692111736626" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0j-ZapvzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lvqCh_0ie8k/s400/n589695780_2413488_9641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0j4GHZ3xI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NrpUQUJKo74/s1600-h/n589695780_2413487_9266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290924583851515666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0j4GHZ3xI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NrpUQUJKo74/s400/n589695780_2413487_9266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0jKJ5r2vI/AAAAAAAAAdo/axPMEXoxTHk/s1600-h/n589695780_2413486_8896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923794593733362" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0jKJ5r2vI/AAAAAAAAAdo/axPMEXoxTHk/s400/n589695780_2413486_8896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0iuzJPVYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VaH19kLkBPM/s1600-h/n589695780_2413485_8516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290923324628489602" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0iuzJPVYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VaH19kLkBPM/s400/n589695780_2413485_8516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I don't normally put up photos of my face on my blog, I think I have never done that, actually. The thing is, I kind of NEEDED TO. Rae at &lt;a href="http://cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; did a photoshoot and I was her model. Doesn't it look like my name could be Svetlana in the first two shots? Rae is such a talented photographer, I felt so privileged that she had asked me to model for her. It was TONS of fun, and I actually really like modelling. Go visit her blog while I go to my first dance class of the night. It will be fun, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Now you all know what I look like..ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6373747383931357132?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6373747383931357132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6373747383931357132&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6373747383931357132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6373747383931357132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/city-kid.html' title='city kid'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SW0j-ZapvzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lvqCh_0ie8k/s72-c/n589695780_2413488_9641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7071501663895052986</id><published>2009-01-06T13:53:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:58:31.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you give me butterflies and sometimes even dragonflies</title><content type='html'>if i could fill my world with glittery sugarlumps and dainty china-sets..&lt;br /&gt;if i could colour the stars multicoloured and tie-dye the grassy fields..&lt;br /&gt;if i could bake the most wonderful cupcakes with icing mixed by fairies in small honeysuckle cottages..&lt;br /&gt;if could spread love like peanut butter and never break..&lt;br /&gt;if i could live with lovely woodnymphs in the secrecy of my own home, in the bright fuzzy lights of the city..&lt;br /&gt;would i?&lt;br /&gt;-a poem by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a bunch of blogs and I checked to see if there were any new posts on my friend, Ellie's blog. I read the most recent one and I LOVED her poem. She doesn't get a ton of readers, and I really think that she deserves some comments, so get yourselves over to her blog! &lt;a href="http://raindropstoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://raindropstoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modelmayhm-9.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/081019/21/48fbe151e9c22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 750px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://modelmayhm-9.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/081019/21/48fbe151e9c22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modelmayhm-4.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/080904/01/48bf6b8eb3140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 750px" alt="" src="http://modelmayhm-4.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/080904/01/48bf6b8eb3140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://modelmayhm-4.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/081014/18/48f51779cd10d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 750px" alt="" src="http://modelmayhm-4.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/081014/18/48f51779cd10d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three photos were taken by April Lilly, a photographer from Michigan. I like her photos! They may not show up correctly, and be cut off or something, because my blog does that to photos sometimes. Google her though, she's pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some questions posted on &lt;a href="http://verityamani.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://verityamani.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and I am going to answer them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something about yourself or you do that make you feel great?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to dance and write. Dancing also releases endorphins, which make me happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something that make you feel slightly smug?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I don't really know any, to tell the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something you feel you're great at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm pretty good at doing anything I'm passionate about. But only doing it to my best, not other people's standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something you're the best at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something you're the worst at?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something involving drawing or picking up heavy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you love about each?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I can try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most wonderful Tiffany at &lt;a href="http://thetiffanytree.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thetiffanytree.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; tagged ME to do a tag, and so I'm very excited to do it! I love getting tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;1. First, state the rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. State four talents that you happen to possess.&lt;br /&gt;3. State four random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag four other bloggers and state why you tagged them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I am pretty good with computers, especially for someone my age. Most people think that they are very good with computers, but in reality, all they do is use facebook, msn, aim, ect. HTML is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;I guess I'll say dancing as this next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Improv? Is that a talent that I posess? If you know me personally, tell me in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I am going to a birthday party today, and I am giving the birthday girl a sponge to 'soak up all of the goodness'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; The song on my iTunes that has the most plays is Mama Who Bore Me Reprise from Spring Awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I am currently wearing a black and white striped v-neck sweater! It's comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; My father is on a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of tagging four people, I'm going to tag whoever would like to do this, because it's quite fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be putting a link to my weheartit.com account on the sidebar. I get almost all of the photos I post on here from that site. Have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7071501663895052986?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7071501663895052986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7071501663895052986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7071501663895052986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7071501663895052986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-give-me-butterflies-and-sometimes.html' title='you give me butterflies and sometimes even dragonflies'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5378670930572315953</id><published>2009-01-04T16:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:37:45.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>had and sappy</title><content type='html'>Guess what! I got back from my trip a day late because of the weather! The only good thing about that is that I bought a couple of other things on the extra day. I am hoping to post some pictures of the things I bought very soon, if my camera decides to like me again. Before I left to go on my trip, I went to a book store and I saw a really interesting book. I suggest you click this link and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-live-here.com/"&gt;http://www.i-live-here.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080916183144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080916183144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Playlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Love-RENT&lt;br /&gt;Number One-Skye Sweetnam&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Else But You-The Moldy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning-Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;The Girl-City and Colour&lt;br /&gt;If We Were A Movie- Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;Save Your Scissors-City and Colour&lt;br /&gt;Hot Shot-Vive La Fete&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I Saw Your Face Today- She &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;My New Philosophy-You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081003133540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 700px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081003133540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden skies,&lt;br /&gt;bewitching.&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;your warmth surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;in such a way&lt;br /&gt;that the air begins to shimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081003122048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081003122048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how thrilling it can be&lt;br /&gt;like a foreign tongue&lt;br /&gt;new experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080619202659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080619202659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say 'nothing'&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i mean 'everything'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080812201928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080812201928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to listen&lt;br /&gt;hear the radio,&lt;br /&gt;the cheering of the general public,&lt;br /&gt;the clanking of heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;matching the beat of the drum&lt;br /&gt;almost perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;are you sure you want to keep this up?&lt;br /&gt;are you sure this uniform suits you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080819223745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080819223745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP.&lt;br /&gt;stop to think&lt;br /&gt;stop to blink&lt;br /&gt;stop to plan&lt;br /&gt;stop to dream.&lt;br /&gt;START.&lt;br /&gt;start to think&lt;br /&gt;start to stare&lt;br /&gt;start to plan&lt;br /&gt;start to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081026030948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081026030948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if you are a different person.&lt;br /&gt;the math added up right.&lt;br /&gt;the graph made sense.&lt;br /&gt;the equations worked out.&lt;br /&gt;why is this such a shock?&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;a better question would be:&lt;br /&gt;why am i witnessing the shock instead of experiencing it?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered how one can feel so detached to the struggles for one they are so attached to? or, were attached to? it's an interesting concept, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;does analyzing feelings make one more strong, emotionally? or does it just depend on other things?&lt;br /&gt;nonsense never made as much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081006214603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081006214603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair was the colour of sand and he grinned as he watched something to do with baseball on the television. He turned to his friend sitting on his left and said something. At that moment, I saw that his nose was straight and not too big or too small. Feature-wise, noses are important to me. His eyes were the colour of mocha, at least it seemed like they were from the table that I was sitting at. He took a bite of his sub and I saw a pickle fall out. Pickles are amazing, so now I KNEW he was amazing. He chewed and looked around and noticed me staring at him. I felt myself turn warm, but I knew I wasn't blushing, because I never turn red. His eyes(mocha, I'm almost sure of it) gazed into mine and we held our eyes together, until he was the first to look away(but I was the first to blink, so it all evens out, right?). He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He checked it and then looked longingly at an empty space in the food court. Why couldn't he be looking at me? Him and his friend(who had a Sioux hat on) looked in the same direction at the same time, but I didn't find that weird, since I noticed his fabulous, angular jawline. His Sioux-hatted friend looked at him and nudged him, and then he took a bite of his sub. Two minutes later, his eyes caught mine and I simply could not look away. He started to clear the table up and him and his friend stood up. His friend looked at me and grinned and then bent down to tie his shoe. They picked up their drinks and walked away. That was my lovely day at the mall. (this is partly fictional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081212171216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081212171216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in a big comfy chair in the mall when a voice to my left said, "How do you stay so small?". At first I didn't realize that he was speaking to me, but then I looked up and he was waiting for a reply. I said that I wasn't quite sure, I just am naturally like this. He then went on to talk to me about how his sister is always on a bunch of diets, and she never seemed to eat enough. This guy was probably a middle-aged dude, and I'm still in high school. How old did he think I was? I told him that I eat more than enough(most days) and that in a few minutes my mother and I were going to meet and get a few cookies. The conversation ended soon after, and then when I got up to find my mother, I noticed that he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080606201648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080606201648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SWFG0nSa9uI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AEiHWm-IJQc/s1600-h/premio-award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287585307223062242" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SWFG0nSa9uI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AEiHWm-IJQc/s400/premio-award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SWFG-z7MrSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UXsC9i370mQ/s1600-h/award_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287585482414009634" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SWFG-z7MrSI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UXsC9i370mQ/s400/award_butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe, thank you, thank you and THANK YOU! It is such an honour that you awarded me both of these fantastic awards! I love your blog! &lt;a href="http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to give BOTH of these awards to the wonderous &lt;a href="http://theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, because she totally deserves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School starts tomorrow, and I am not looking forward to going back. I hope to make another post very soon including my purchases and such. Oh, and YOU. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5378670930572315953?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5378670930572315953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5378670930572315953&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5378670930572315953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5378670930572315953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-and-sappy.html' title='had and sappy'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SWFG0nSa9uI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AEiHWm-IJQc/s72-c/premio-award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-4232496914305747154</id><published>2008-12-31T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:49:13.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime i wanted to</title><content type='html'>Before the essentials of my post, I am going to fill in a survey/quiz type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you named after anyone? Yes I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes, and I never want them taken out! Painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you bungee jump? Probably not, since I'm terrified of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite cereal? This is surprisingly a difficult question. I like Apple Cinnamon Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ice cream? Chocolate Brownie Meltdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the first thing you notice about people? It's actually different about everyone, depending on focal features of different people and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was the last thing you ate? Apple Blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you listening to right now? The television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last movie you watched? Mamma Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you dream about last night? Somehow I cannot remember, although I normally can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What book are you reading? Go Ask Alice-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Summer or winter? Summer, no hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have any special talents? Dancing, Computer stuff, Reading a lot(if that counts), Makeup Application(I'm actually not that good, but it sounds cool, so sure!) and Improv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Tiffany at TheTiffanyTree for tagging me, and I am going to tag all of my followers, because they are fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there are about twenty minutes left for me until the New Year. While I'm typing this, at least. You know what I find interesting? Technically this isn't a New Year for me. A full year is on my birthday. So shouldn't I be saying Happy New Year and giving people New Years cards on their birthdays? Do you understand what I'm saying? It may be coming out in rambles, but I am on a laptop and I don't feel like taking more time to paragraph everything nicely(as if I actually do that normally). This laptop also means that I am not going to be able to take the time to post photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes such a huge deal about the New Year and has New Years eve parties. I personally don't find it to be such a huge deal. The biggest thing I look forward to is dressing up nicely, and maybe some cookies. Right now I am wearing a button-up plaid shirt(blue, grey, white and black), a blue lace tank top underneath, black skinnies, converse and silver hoop earrings. Just what I would usually wear on a normal day. Although, I guess this is a normal day. I brought a notebook along with me on this trip, and I am writing a bunch of things in it, so I'll post some of them on my blog. Not all of them, because some of them are more personal than others. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Thousand and Eight was filled with many different things, and I'm sure that I could make a wonderful poem and fill your mind with thoughts and intrigue you. The problem is, looking back on 2008, a lot has happened. I've changed a lot, yet I'm still totally the same. What a weird concept, yet, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be going now, because there are about 12 minutes left until the new year, and I'm going to go and PAR-TAY. Well, not really. I hope all of you had a great time and unless I'm lucky and can get on the computer again, have a great beginning of 2009, and make sure you wish everyone a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFTBA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-4232496914305747154?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4232496914305747154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=4232496914305747154&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4232496914305747154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4232496914305747154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/everytime-i-wanted-to.html' title='everytime i wanted to'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5338916011318811460</id><published>2008-12-30T23:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:51:15.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY END OF 2008!</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a bad girl! I have been meaning to post but I haven't been in the right 'mood' to, and some things happened, and now I am leaving to go on a trip tomorrow, and I will be away until Saturday! I had so much to post about! And this needs to be very short and hopefully sweet, because I need to finish packing, and fixing my iPod(it's only a 4GB and all of my music doesn't fit on it so i need to select certain songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be the quickest new years post ever! I also got an award from chloe, the sweetest ever, but I'll write about that in my next post, because I don't want to hurry my mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Thousand and Eight. I never thought that this would happen, but I actually wasn't single for the entire year! I know! Gasp! The relationships didn't last too long, but it's okay. One of them just recently ended actually, at 11:20AM on the 28th. And no, I actually think that's what time it was. But, enough about that. This was actually a pretty good year. It's weird to think that I was in two different grades this year. Last school year seems so long ago! I don't have any regrets about this year. A girl I met at camp gave me such great advice, and she totally helped me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Bev(icarryyourheart, a-bev-blog, check her out, her link is in the sidebar) for showing me the Kate Nash song 'Merry Happy'. It's fab and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must leave now, father is making me go upstairs and finish packing. I hope you all have the most glittery new years ever filled with as much sparkage as you want, and make sure you stay safe! Oh, and thanks ever so much for all the comments! Sorry for the fact that this post is lacking in generally everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5338916011318811460?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5338916011318811460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5338916011318811460&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5338916011318811460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5338916011318811460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-end-of-2008.html' title='HAPPY END OF 2008!'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7378223909377075352</id><published>2008-12-24T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:51:18.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>harmonic cupcakes and cuddling</title><content type='html'>First off, I would just like to say that this blog post is going to include a lot of pictures. I got a tag from the great Chloe at &lt;a href="http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and it is a photo tag. The photo I am doing for that one is somewhere in this post, but I'm also just writing about other photographs that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post, I mentioned something about bleeding. Well, now you will hear the story, and see a few pictures! The photos are small, so it isn't that gross or anything like that. I was recently performing in Seussical The Musical and in the song 'Here On Who' I have to climb down a ladder very quickly, and then go onto the main stage to do the rest of the song. It was probably my sixth or seventh time doing this, and each time I got down I would have a moment where I wave to the people on the other side in the wings, and they would give me a thumbs up or something of the sort. This time around, I went down the ladder and I skipped a few steps, but didn't take notice when I felt like I had scraped my knee, as I had done it that afternoon. I went onto the stage and kept on doing the number, and then when I had a chance to sit down at a part of the song, I saw a..sort of bubble on my knee, and I saw that I had a cut on my knee. There wasn't much I could do because the song wasn't over yet, so when we all stood back up, I quickly wiped the blood on the back of my hand and continued the scene. The song is longer than 5 minutes, and in the fourth minute I was standing downstage and I was singing out to the audience when I felt a warm liquid trickling down my leg. The cut was stinging a bit now, but obviously I just continued with the scene. After the song was over, I walked offstage and when I got there I quickly wiped the blood on the back of my leg where it would be less seen. I had a scene about 15 seconds later, so after doing that and two more songs, I walked offstage and the guy who was playing the Cat in the Hat got me some water and some wonderful girls got me some napkins to wipe my leg up with. After the show, when I got home, I saw that the cut was pretty deep. This only made my fear of heights worse. Below are three photographs of my leg. Aren't my heels just darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLtX4Ss3BI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Fn8cDK2TdPg/s1600-h/bloodyleg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283546307362610194" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLtX4Ss3BI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Fn8cDK2TdPg/s400/bloodyleg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want fairy lights for my bedroom. I don't think I'm going to recieve any as a gift though. Oh well. My doorway looks nice in this photo taken this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLtLZweesI/AAAAAAAAAc4/VHG2zzD6JGA/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283546093007567554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLtLZweesI/AAAAAAAAAc4/VHG2zzD6JGA/s400/P1010108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always go on about how I love dancing in the rain, and here is a photo of my wet footprints all over after I had jumped around in the rain. My feet look so small! This was taken a while ago, probably June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLskhexqBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IxVjZDqVO0Q/s1600-h/n528676273_704938_5688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283545425065912338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLskhexqBI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IxVjZDqVO0Q/s400/n528676273_704938_5688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two things to say about this picture, and that is International Music Camp, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLsPEwYtzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SIbzb69Gc34/s1600-h/n528676273_726369_5895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283545056577894194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLsPEwYtzI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SIbzb69Gc34/s400/n528676273_726369_5895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Washington to go and see the Holocaust Memorial Museum, but I also walked around the State with my friends. I'm the one wearing the yellow top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLr_XoTcVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DefiMql8eTk/s1600-h/n570795128_1267615_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283544786766360914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLr_XoTcVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DefiMql8eTk/s400/n570795128_1267615_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the photo tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rules are :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store yourpictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Pick the 4th picture in that folder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Explain the picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Tag 4 people to do the same!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLpwhoNCSI/AAAAAAAAAb4/rYLb2Wv5B0Q/s1600-h/n578753053_827199_5097.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLpagzp_dI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6zV-ZCB1DdI/s1600-h/sourcreamlemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283541954551479762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLpagzp_dI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6zV-ZCB1DdI/s400/sourcreamlemon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was actually the fourth picture in my Photo's folder, which is sort of strange, because this was taken a long while ago. I went to a restaurant with three girls, for a sweet sixteen. We ordered nachos for an appetizer, and when they brought it, they also included salsa and sour cream on the side. One of the girls, A, asked the waitress if she could have a lemon and a knife. It gave us all the giggles as the waitress brought back a whole lemon and a knife. A then proceeded to cut up the lemon and dip it in the sour cream. She ate it too. That was a fun night, what with the lemon and sour cream, and putting things in C's drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://journalling-sunsets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://journalling-sunsets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetiffanytree.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thetiffanytree.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmaisenthused.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://emmaisenthused.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/apartmentred"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/apartmentred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/redrealitytv"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/redrealitytv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must go now, dearies. I am going to watch RENT this Christmas eve. It really is a fabulous movie, and musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7378223909377075352?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7378223909377075352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7378223909377075352&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7378223909377075352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7378223909377075352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/harmonic-cupcakes-and-cuddling.html' title='harmonic cupcakes and cuddling'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SVLtX4Ss3BI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Fn8cDK2TdPg/s72-c/bloodyleg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-4853789986098602158</id><published>2008-12-19T12:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:23:23.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>boy, you turn my world around</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on the computer since Monday. So much has happened, but I really want to save that for another blog post. One where I can include pictures and actually take a very long time to do it. I am at school and it is the last day of school before winter break, and boy, am I excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by Sticky Kitten at &lt;a href="http://stickykittenz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stickykittenz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, so thank you ever so much! Getting tagged is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rules: Share six things that make you happy and tag six amazing starry-eyed bloggers! Easy enough!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing someone you haven't seen in a long time&lt;br /&gt;2. Cookies&lt;br /&gt;3. Photography&lt;br /&gt;4. Collages&lt;br /&gt;5. Spotlights&lt;br /&gt;6. You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everyday-trash.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://everyday-trash.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myheadthelabrynth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://myheadthelabrynth.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernmarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://modernmarie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixiedustandrosepetals.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pixiedustandrosepetals.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenameiskatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thenameiskatie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog really soon after this, but I just want you all to know that I am still alive and well(and bleeding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget, thanks so much for all of the wonderful comments on my last post! Fifteen comments may not be a lot for some of you, but for me that is SO cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-4853789986098602158?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4853789986098602158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=4853789986098602158&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4853789986098602158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4853789986098602158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-you-turn-my-world-around.html' title='boy, you turn my world around'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5054928830328157665</id><published>2008-12-12T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:06:05.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where my mind wanders</title><content type='html'>My friends Madison and Tatiana wrote me a book called "Erin on a Rainy Day" and it was so sweet! They illustrated it and everything! I will be posting pictures soon, but this post is mostly a picture/quote type of a post. There are four days left until the show begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081010233953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081010233953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always tell when two people are best friends because they're always having way more fun than it makes sense for them to be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080611182422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080611182422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading is sometimes an ingenious device for &lt;i&gt;avoiding&lt;/i&gt; thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080418083402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080418083402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind wanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080518051013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080518051013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what i feel for you, it's what i don't feel for anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080617222052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080617222052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it's not what you expected, doesn't mean it isn't everything you've been waiting for all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080728044515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080728044515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; missing you, but I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; having you to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080405011311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 524px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080405011311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all I want now is to keep on walking straight into something I could adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080516205004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080516205004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself, you should say, "they obviously don't know me very well, since there are so many other faults they could've mentioned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081111174000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081111174000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't noticed, I'm particularily hungry for something sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a funny mathematical pick-up line that makes me laugh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love for you is like the derivative of a concave up function because it is always increasing. We're going to assume this concave up function resembles x^2 so that slopes is actually increasing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it just wonderful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/BwayDemosWorkshops" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/user/BwayDemosWorkshops&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really cool to listen to. Some of the songs sound so different from the finalized versions and the workshop ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something I said in July 2008(about love): But for those who can see beyond it, love is a motorcycle of dreams and lower gas prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be blogging as much as usual in the next week, because I'm barely going to be home, let alone on the computer. Sorry! I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. There is this one person at school, and she calls me Svetlana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5054928830328157665?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5054928830328157665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5054928830328157665&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5054928830328157665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5054928830328157665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-my-mind-wanders.html' title='where my mind wanders'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8879337704006723878</id><published>2008-12-11T18:07:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:55:47.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has four parts.</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of things to blog about, and my father isn't going to let me go back on this computer after dinner, so I better type fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tea Parties.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone PLEASE have one? And soon! Bev AKA Icarryyourheart had a tea party(featured in the following photos) and I am longing to go to another one. Belgium chocolate tea is my new favourite tea. I'm just in the mood for small cucumber sandwiches, and scones. So delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGvR-Qg6JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m1qF05op5Wo/s1600-h/DSC04277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278692961559832722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGvR-Qg6JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m1qF05op5Wo/s320/DSC04277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGu-5XQS1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VtjeZPUkRd0/s1600-h/DSC04271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278692633828412242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGu-5XQS1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VtjeZPUkRd0/s320/DSC04271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGuxuds9sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kf2KoGXROWw/s1600-h/DSC04269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278692407564367554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGuxuds9sI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kf2KoGXROWw/s320/DSC04269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raviv Ullman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azstarnet.com/ss/2008/04/03/232353-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px" alt="" src="http://www.azstarnet.com/ss/2008/04/03/232353-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever watched Phil of the Future? This guy played Phil, the lead. He is such a cool guy! He's about 22 years old and he was born in Israel. He's a really cool guy. Oh wait, I already said that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Award? What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was completely shocked and ecstatic when I found out that I had recived an award! Thank you SOOOOO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyouthankyouthankyou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://insidethecabinetofwonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insidethecabinetofwonder.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetiffanytree.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thetiffanytree.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQEP00xGWlc/SUBQyvPA2kI/AAAAAAAABfI/oFGtkG_h__k/s400/Proxi_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQEP00xGWlc/SUBQyvPA2kI/AAAAAAAABfI/oFGtkG_h__k/s400/Proxi_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY-nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming.These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends.They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut,even more friendships are propagated.Please give more attention to these writers!Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this clever-written text into the body of their award."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh! That is so hackin' cool! When I got this I was giddy and I giggled like I had just won a tony, or like I had just realized I was a man(that was funny to me, but it probably isn't funny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to pass this award on to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quirky &lt;a href="http://pamplemousse-juice.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pamplemousse-juice.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wonderful &lt;a href="http://lovewillsaveyourday.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lovewillsaveyourday.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lovely &lt;a href="http://dreamywander.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dreamywander.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The down-to-earth &lt;a href="http://blueringrambles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blueringrambles.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The insightful &lt;a href="http://emmaisenthused.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://emmaisenthused.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friend &lt;a href="http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl who's style blows me away, &lt;a href="http://cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cheapthrillsss.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's dinner time, so I must be going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That saying sounded wrong, but I have no time to fix it! I don't even have time to make those links look good, and I want this post up soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks ever so much for reading my blog. Now I must go and eat some chicken, and then go to dance class. Legwarmers are awesome! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8879337704006723878?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8879337704006723878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8879337704006723878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8879337704006723878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8879337704006723878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-blog-has-four-parts.html' title='This blog has four parts.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SUGvR-Qg6JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m1qF05op5Wo/s72-c/DSC04277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2947856087361358040</id><published>2008-12-10T14:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:53:31.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can you verify a lie?</title><content type='html'>Can you verify a lie? It sounds cool, but it's a serious question. Can you? My second question is this; is my blog stupid? Answer truthfully. But first, finish reading the rest of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of myself that much, do I? I surely don't talk about myself a lot, at least compared to the average amount someone else talks about themsevles. Maybe it seems that way, but I don't. I wouldn't want to anyways. Who would want to talk about me all of the time? It would be pretty boring. But then again, if you are on the phone, what else are you supposed to talk about? The weather? Well, that doesn't interest me much. Most of the time, on the phone, I talk about my life, and the person I'm talking to talks about theirs. We discuss what is currently going on in the lives of us, share funny stories and things like that. I don't really know what else I'm supposed to talk about. Maybe I just have terrible phone skills. "Thank you for calling me here on my cell phone, this is Erin Meagan, how can I help you be awesome?" What a load of fun that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the best mood right now, so I'm going to make a list of things that make me happy. Glitter, blue christmas lights, daisies, mario kart double dash, the rain in the summer, amy diamond songs, giant pretzels(cinnamon sugar), putting my feet up at the kitchen table, harry potter, a good discussion, getting and giving compliments, scented markers, laying in the grass, walking along the shore, dancing to a song while singing along to the lyrics, concerts, honeydew, belgium chocolate tea, the weekenders, letters from camp, massages in choir, french fries with vinegar, salt and ketchup, wearing dresses, cramming a bunch of people on one object(like a couch), having someone read to me, chess, picking apples and peeling them, drawing a picture that actually looks good, getting and giving gifts, dance rehersals, muffins, cupcakes, cookies, cake, milkshakes, photography, lists, winnie the pooh, having a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cheered me up, a bit. Did you know that the real name for brainfreeze is sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia? Isn't that fun to say? PC vs Mac. What do you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2947856087361358040?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2947856087361358040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2947856087361358040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2947856087361358040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2947856087361358040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-verify-lie.html' title='can you verify a lie?'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-9163321203887023296</id><published>2008-12-09T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:24:19.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>people will surprise you.</title><content type='html'>STYLE! Sometimes I get compliments on my style, and sometimes I don't. Which I'm completely fine with. I just wear what I feel like. Here are some sets that reflect how I want to dress/how I dress/how you should dress(just kidding, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fruit_cup/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3735764"&gt;&lt;img title="fruit cup" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnlzUmR0ZGVJM1JHajFaTmlaN1NCVmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set is titled 'fruit cup' and I just love how the red and green pop with the otherwise more 'conservative' colours(except they aren't conservative at all). I also love the flash of animal print in the scarf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/love_isnt_nearly_as_equal/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3735660"&gt;&lt;img title="the love isn't nearly as equal as i'd have hoped" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk9QaGFSZGFJM1JHUEVvUmZaN1NCVmcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this set is 'the love isn't nearly as equal as i'd have hoped' and I can totally see myself wearing this with my hair straightened and just left down. I like bright colours, and those 3D glasses are a definete fashion staple. I just don't recommend you wear them in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/you_dont_want_to_know..trust/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3488351"&gt;&lt;img title="you don't want to know..trust me" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9qVkFmWWw4M1JHRFFreEhPZ1cxYXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this set is 'you don't want to know..trust me" and I like it because I love the colours orange and purple, except those colours don't look so good on me. I have a tank top similar to that one, and I LOVE the clutch so much! Cupcakes are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/hes_sweet_talker/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3317823"&gt;&lt;img title="he's a sweet talker," height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjZISEJRVWwxM1JHWk9iV1hNNHlxcGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named this set 'he's a sweet talker..and i'm breakable' and the earrings are adorable! I love food-based clothing and accessories! The shorts make the outfit pop, and the animal print is great! Of course, underclothes are a must, and I just love the colours of the bra and UNDERWEAR. Not panties. Or thong. UNDERWEAR. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/erin_meagan/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3317357"&gt;&lt;img title="erin meagan" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlVNTFhHMFoxM1JHdndDelJHdnprc0EAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this set is my name, Erin Meagan, and it is pretty much almost everything I own, or close to that. I own the shirt, and a yellow headband, brown hair extensions, that phone(or at least before it got run over), black bow flats, argyle socks and a kathy van zeeland bag. I wish I had yellow skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/wont_you_be_in_nerdfighterlike/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3109437"&gt;&lt;img title="won't you be in nerdfighterlike with me?" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnpJblVfM2h0M1JHSGRWMGJGRElvdFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set was dedicated to all of the Nerdfighters, and it is called 'won't you be in nerdfighterlike with me?' and I love so much about it. I love the orange and blues together, and how the colour of the tanktop is in smaller detailing in the skirt. The camera is cool because it is orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/it_was_all_in_your/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=2995391"&gt;&lt;img title="it was all in your mind" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmlMbTROb1pwM1JHY3ZrX0tuNmFzTncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want that t-shirt? This set is called 'it was all in your mind' and I just love how everything goes together nicely without looking set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough for today. I've seen a lot of people do blogs like this and I just thought, why not me? So tell me your fashionista stories in the comments, or in a blog post. I'd love to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you on the other side of happy,&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-9163321203887023296?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9163321203887023296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=9163321203887023296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/9163321203887023296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/9163321203887023296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-will-surprise-you.html' title='people will surprise you.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8347555151045861452</id><published>2008-12-09T17:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:53:01.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wishlist Edition</title><content type='html'>I was having trouble making a list of what I want for the winter holidays. I tried very hard to make one, and this is what it ended up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist Thinger.&lt;br /&gt;Fred T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Lights&lt;br /&gt;The Tales of Beedle and the Bard&lt;br /&gt;Chapters Gift Card&lt;br /&gt;Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;Looking For Alaska-John Green&lt;br /&gt;The Stupids(I like it, okay?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That list isn't nearly as long as my usual lists. I tried again. Here is my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/wishlist/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=5100820"&gt;&lt;img title="Wishlist#1" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjFDd0hDVW5HM1JHZy1RMUxpY1ZqdHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow Sequinned dress is from Forever21 and it is $27.80.&lt;br /&gt;The Pink Floral dress is from Forever21 and it is $24.80.&lt;br /&gt;The Music Notes Tee is from Wet Seal and it is $14.50.&lt;br /&gt;The Red Hat is from Forever21 and it is $9.80.&lt;br /&gt;The Floral skirt is from Forever21 and I can't find the price! Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;The Bow necklace is from Forever21(again) and I also cannot find the price. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;The Casual Plaid ButtonUp is from Forever21 and I also can't find the price.&lt;br /&gt;The Fred Logo-Tee is from Hot Topic and it is $19.00.&lt;br /&gt;The Coastal Scents 88 Piece Matte Palette is from Coastal Scents and it is $21.95.&lt;br /&gt;The Stila Lip Glaze: Lip Gloss is from Stila and you can get it at Sephora and it is $22.00.&lt;br /&gt;The Bare Escentuals Wet/Dry brush is available at Sephora and it is $18.00.&lt;br /&gt;The Flirtatious Perfume Spray is from Flirt! Cosmetics, and it is $35.00. I also like&lt;br /&gt;Glamourazzi Perfume Spray for $35.00. They are both delicious.&lt;br /&gt;The books in this wishlist are Looking for Alaska-John Green, The Perks of Being a Wallflower-Stephen Chbosky, The Tales of Beedle and the Bard-J.K. Rowling, and they are all available at various bookstores and other shops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8347555151045861452?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8347555151045861452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8347555151045861452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8347555151045861452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8347555151045861452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishlist-edition.html' title='The Wishlist Edition'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2708317010725492687</id><published>2008-12-08T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:02:45.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>svetlana is my name.</title><content type='html'>One Word Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theteadrinkingenglishrose.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081206194036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081206194036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mobile phone? tote&lt;br /&gt;Where is your significant other? somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Your hair colour? unusual&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? smiley&lt;br /&gt;Your father? funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your favourite thing? food&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? usual&lt;br /&gt;Your dream goal? long(haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room you're in? 213&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby? art&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? unknown&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? england&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;What you're not? you&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish-list items? camera&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? house&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? geography&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? three&lt;br /&gt;Your pets? death&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? upgraded!&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? tired&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;Your car? none&lt;br /&gt;Something you're not wearing? heart(you know, on my sleeve. get it?)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite shop? unsure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your summer? ahead&lt;br /&gt;Love someone? surely&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite colour? all&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? geo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is the last time you cried? yawned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to tag all of my followers, because y'all are simply awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081120222030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081120222030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneword.com/"&gt;http://oneword.com/&lt;/a&gt; is fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2708317010725492687?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2708317010725492687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2708317010725492687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2708317010725492687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2708317010725492687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/svetlana-is-my-name.html' title='svetlana is my name.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-9013005848282724894</id><published>2008-12-05T12:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:45:49.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bells Are Ringing On TV; At SAKS.</title><content type='html'>With all respect, sir, are you therefore sugguesting there is no further room for critical thought or interpretation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Melchior Gabor, Spring Awakening &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080930095152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080930095152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for Christmas. We've started to decorate our house, we have TONS of lights on the outside, and then our tree is GORGEOUS! It is so lush and beautiful, with a bunch of ornaments and all that jazz on it. My mother is going to be making a lot of honeycake, because my whole family loves to eat it. With powdered sugar. I have a huge wishlist of things that I want, and even if I don't get all of it(which I won't) it's okay because I'll be spending time with my friends and family, and that's what really matters. The holdiay isn't just about getting gifts, except that is what everyone seems to be the most excited about. My chamber choir at school is singing a bunch of holiday(mostly Christmas though) songs at a hospital, and I'm so ecstatic. I think I'm going to wear Christmas colours and wear my reindeer clips in my hair and maybe I'll even get all of my friends to do it. I think I'm the one who is the most excited out of all of them though. I want to go caroling. Can you tell that I'm super excited? At school I drew a huge sign and hung it up. It's a countdown until Christmas. I'm so excited, I just can't wait. December has come so quickly, but now the days until Christmas are dragging on and on and on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081203122715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081203122715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well the truth is, I'm jewish and I celebrate Chanukah(or Hannukah, Hanukkah, Chanukkah, ect). Everyone around me pretty much all celebrates Christmas, and I don't. I don't really mind, except that my school's chamber choir is singing a bunch of christmas songs, and now I have to commit them to memory. I haven't even heard some of them before. I don't do anything special on Christmas, and I also can't join in on my friends' excitement for the holiday coming up. It's normally okay with me, it's just that this year everybody is talking about it non-stop(and also talking about twilight, agh). Do you like eggnog? Eggnog is really gross, in my opinion. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Christmas or anything of the sort. It just takes over the month of December, and it's all people talk about. And drama. But let's not get into that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.courier-journal.com/blogs/vel16/uploaded_images/hanukkah1206_400-742978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 703px" alt="" src="http://www.courier-journal.com/blogs/vel16/uploaded_images/hanukkah1206_400-742978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song of the day is Christmas Bells from Rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is SUCH a great song. No lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/christmas-bells-lyrics-rent.html"&gt;http://www.metrolyrics.com/christmas-bells-lyrics-rent.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life though, is pretty lovely. Although my phone got ran over by a car, although there's been some drama that I wasn't involved in, but distantly affected by, although I have an orthodontist appointment later today, although these next few weeks will be very stressful, although I don't have enough money to participate in Secret Santas and buy good gifts for people(yet), my life is sparkley. I'm trying to glitterify my life as much as I can, because you can never have too much glitter. When I get home, I'm having hot chocolate. It is almost the weekend, and I just wish I could see some people sooner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to sound totally off topic, but today in gym class we were doing archery, and we needed to have a team name for a bingo-archery-type game, and our team name was 'Lawnmowerz 4 Lyfe" and then each player had a team nickname. I was blowtorch. There was also: Muffin Mix, Bingo Bat, Brittlecake, ChafICKA and Marshmallow Madness. We won 2 times out of three. Go team! Haha, it was a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently been taking a lot of quizzes in my spare time, and these are a couple of answers I thought I'd share with y'all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are tough and tomboy-ish, or just a guy. You like to get down and dirty, without the fear of getting hurt. You are a bit arrogant. You are slightly depressed, sad, and insecure but you like to cover it up by acting the tough guy. Or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a blueberry muffin! The softest muffin from the oven! You shall be eaten first because everyone chooses you over any other muffin.Scream as much as you want,but you shall be the first eaten muffin of all of the muffin batch!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081101025613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081101025613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want a cupcake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-9013005848282724894?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9013005848282724894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=9013005848282724894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/9013005848282724894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/9013005848282724894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-bells-are-ringing-on-tv-at.html' title='Christmas Bells Are Ringing On TV; At SAKS.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7086228526068752979</id><published>2008-12-04T14:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:09:22.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for being a backstabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081125172555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081125172555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A French writer named Marcel Proust found a questionnaire called "An Album to Record Thoughts, Feelings, etc." and he made a bunch of these questions popular and people called it the Proust quesionnaire. MK and Ashley Olsen had parts of it in their book, Influence, and readysetgo did it on her blog, and I thought that it looked interesting, so I'm going to fill it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your most marked characteristic?&lt;/strong&gt; Giving advice; listening and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quality you like most in a man?&lt;/strong&gt; Someone who isn't into drugs alcohol and stuff like that, who has some of the same interests that I do, and some other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quality you like most in a woman?&lt;/strong&gt; Being loyal and being able to be chill and laugh things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you most value in your friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Being able to voice opinions, but see other sides and opinions too. And, of course, being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your principle defect?&lt;/strong&gt; Not studying as much as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite occupation?&lt;/strong&gt; A writer or a baker(even though I can't bake well). I also like the job of editors(books and media).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your dream of happiness?&lt;/strong&gt; Experiencing life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?&lt;/strong&gt; Another world war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to be?&lt;/strong&gt; Able to stand up for things even more than I already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In what country would you like to live?&lt;/strong&gt; Somewhere in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;colour?&lt;/strong&gt; I can never answer this question, because I love every colour, but I really enjoy bright, royal blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite flower?&lt;/strong&gt; Daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite bird?&lt;/strong&gt; Elephant birds(SEUSS). I am not fond of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are your favourite writers?&lt;/strong&gt; V.C. Andrews, J.K. Rowling, John Green, Stephen King, and Stephen Chbosky. But there are many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are your favourite poets?&lt;/strong&gt; I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your favourite hero of fiction?&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone from Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your favourite heroine of fiction?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably Anne from Anne of Green Gables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are your favourite painters?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know of enough to make any choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are your heroes in real life?&lt;/strong&gt; My friends, family, and just people around me in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it you most dislike?&lt;/strong&gt; Hypocritical situations and hypocrites. And derogatory terms being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What natural gift would you most like to possess?&lt;/strong&gt; To have a good singing voice or having a strong immune system. If that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you like to die?&lt;/strong&gt; DEFINETELY while I'm sleeping, I don't want pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your present state of mind?&lt;/strong&gt; Peaceful. For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To what faults do you feel most indulgent?&lt;/strong&gt; Pity? Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really have a motto. &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080612100410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080612100410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. The title of this blog post has nothing to do with my life, it is actually a line from a song by Heather Schultz called Backstabber.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7086228526068752979?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7086228526068752979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7086228526068752979&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7086228526068752979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7086228526068752979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-for-being-backstabber.html' title='thank you for being a backstabber'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8212360601814754053</id><published>2008-12-02T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:53:48.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>darling, i'll be yours forever</title><content type='html'>This is a tagging game thinger and thanks to monstersinminds for tagging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Incredibley Random Facts&lt;br /&gt;1-I think the word random is overused, yet I still say it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;2-I write letters to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;3-I used to avoid hugs as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;4-Hippos aren't purple.&lt;br /&gt;5-I had a piczo site that I was proud of. &lt;a href="http://www.retro-kiwi.piczo.com/"&gt;www.retro-kiwi.piczo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-McCain Texas Chicken Thin Crust Pizza is really good. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;7-I just ate four cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six Things That Make Me Really Happy&lt;br /&gt;1-Wearing fun outfits.&lt;br /&gt;2-Re-reading Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;3-Thesaruses&lt;br /&gt;4-Dancing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;5-Getting text messages saying 'Good Morning' and 'Goodnight'.&lt;br /&gt;6-The Parent Trap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to tag everyone who wants to do this, because I don't want anyone that wants to do this to not get a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please do me a favour and check this link out! It may take a while to read everything, but it is such an interesting project, I just love to read all of the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleeptrip.com/300loveletters/"&gt;http://www.sleeptrip.com/300loveletters/&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/6549166528966347388-8212360601814754053?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8212360601814754053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8212360601814754053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8212360601814754053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8212360601814754053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/darling-ill-be-yours-forever.html' title='darling, i&apos;ll be yours forever'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3841627903983826937</id><published>2008-12-02T21:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:29:34.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>exaggeration hesitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was all about exaggerating things. I did it at school(the musical) and at dance class. At school I had many laughs as I watched people overexaggerate. I wish I did better. I could have done much more. At dance class, I came in, knowing that since I missed last week, I probably missed learning new choreography, but I didn't. The only new thing we did the week before was make formations. I thought she would have just had empty spaces for where the missing people were, but for some reason she redid the whole formation. I was in the back. Normally I don't mind being in the back. It doesn't bother me, as long as the dance looks good and if we move formations instead of just stay in the same formation the whole time. Well, my dance teacher said that she didn't want to put this one girl in the front(she was missing today) and so she put her in the back. With me. I think that this girl is just fine at dancing, we are all good and bad in different ways. My teacher changed the choreography a bit to suit the formation, each position and angle balancing and things like that. There's one part where we all go into a line, and in my opinion, it is cramped. But, maybe it's because she makes me do a body roll into the line, where I clearly need to take about 3 steps to get to the line of people. She told them to body roll and move backwards, but it doesn't help much. She told me to do this whole other thing, and it looks a bit weird, but whatever. We did our second dance without formations, and we had to exaggerate and clean the whole thing, AGAIN. I am getting it, I just probably look stupid doing it, because I'm small and not curvy, and I was wearing no makeup and leggings. I really need to invest in some true hiphop dance clothes. End rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081202215423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081202215423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all of the comments! I never get many comments, and I just love to read other blogs! If you know of a blog you think I'd like, send me a link or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081017143411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081017143411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for New Years. Shopping time! Yay! I need some money though. To see musicals and such. What are you doing this winter holiday season thinger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3841627903983826937?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3841627903983826937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3841627903983826937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3841627903983826937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3841627903983826937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/12/exaggeration-hesitation.html' title='exaggeration hesitation'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-3438100769039380449</id><published>2008-11-30T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:25:00.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i like your buttonholes</title><content type='html'>Like the new layout?&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE a new post very soon.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to bed though!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERINS DREAMZ DECODED!&lt;br /&gt;(dreamz. wow)&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about food or eating suggests your mind or body is longing to be nourished. If you're eating breakfast food, it could signal the beginning of a new relationship. If you dream you're hungry, it could mean you're looking for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. That could be useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-3438100769039380449?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3438100769039380449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=3438100769039380449&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3438100769039380449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/3438100769039380449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-your-buttonholes.html' title='i like your buttonholes'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7612350123896246613</id><published>2008-11-26T14:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:51:43.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, ridiculous</title><content type='html'>My amazing and beautiful phone was killed in a car accident on November 24th 2008. I always wanted to name it, but I never did. Now I'm using an old motorola, and it gets the job done, but it isn't special to me. My wallpaper is a photo of my demolished phone. I'd upload it, but I don't know how from this new phone. The pictures it takes are of terrible quality. I guess I'll have to get out my old, chunky, clunky camera to take all of my photos now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080615080850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 631px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080615080850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of my fellow bloggers, and friends have been tired lately. Overloaded with work and life, or just staying up late for no reason. When I'm tired, I find that my longing for something increases. Not for everything, but for some things. This could be a problem if you want something you shouldn't want. Or shouldn't be able to want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080827084626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080827084626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I've been posting a little bit less than usual is because my mother has been using the computer a lot recently and I also have been talking on the phone more. I was never a phone person. Not to say that I don't talk on the phone a lot, because I say so much when I'm on the phone. Most of the time. Unless I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081103075105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081103075105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longing. Longing is a long unfulfilled desire for somthing that promises pleasure of some kind. Pining. Pining is an overpowering longing for something/someone, especially when two lovers are apart. It said so on urban dictionary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081023134705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081023134705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be playing with the layout on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7612350123896246613?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7612350123896246613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7612350123896246613&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7612350123896246613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7612350123896246613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously-ridiculous.html' title='seriously, ridiculous'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8078479260580981126</id><published>2008-11-23T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:16:36.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be one with you</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to Rock Your Soul-Elisa. It's in my playlist on the side. I'm also singing along. This is a picture/quote entry. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081112150404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081112150404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age. Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid world. It's more than just a matter of laughing. If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr.Seuss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080701033932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080701033932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your whole life stuck in labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for Alaska, John Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080921083259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080921083259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every storm brings with it hope that somehow by morning everything will be made clean again, and even the most troubling stains would have disappeared like the doubts over his innocents, or the consequence of his mistake, like the scars of his betrayal or the memory of his kiss. So we wait for the storm to pass, hoping for the best even though we know in our hearts some stains are so indelible nothing can wash them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary Alice, Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080702222348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080702222348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081116151329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081116151329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own will come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet Semetary, Stephen King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080512070105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080512070105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to act dumb. It was an act. I am 26 years old, and that act is no longer cute. It is not who I am, nor do I want to be that person for the young girls who looked up to me. I know now that I can make a difference, that I have the power to do that. I have been thinking that I want to do different things when I am out of here. I have become much more spiritual. God has given me this new chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080902132703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080902132703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to be singing about lollipops because I no longer relate to lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081003052050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081003052050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give in to love or live in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jonathan Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8078479260580981126?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8078479260580981126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8078479260580981126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8078479260580981126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8078479260580981126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-be-one-with-you.html' title='i want to be one with you'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6335943106827409162</id><published>2008-11-23T13:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:50:38.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crescent sun</title><content type='html'>I'm a chill person.&lt;br /&gt;Normally.&lt;br /&gt;But I just fell off my computer chair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh lordy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6335943106827409162?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6335943106827409162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6335943106827409162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6335943106827409162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6335943106827409162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/crescent-sun.html' title='crescent sun'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2843202014221602163</id><published>2008-11-23T00:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:37:56.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it made more than my night.</title><content type='html'>Imagine a world where everything is giant, except you.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being stuck in between two giant pickles.&lt;br /&gt;One of them walks away, so you have room to roam, but THEN the one giant pickle ends up unzipping itself(because we all know that pickles have zippers). You end up getting pushed inside of it. THEN the zipper gets zipped back up, and before you know it, you are stuck. The zipper has turned into a hard, crunchy outer surface of the pickle. You could eat your way out, but you'd rather not. It would be messy, and besides, being stuck in a pickle is a difficult thing to endure. Or get out of. Or watch someone endure. Or something of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;I want a pickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put &lt;3's at the end of your messages. It's scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2843202014221602163?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2843202014221602163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2843202014221602163&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2843202014221602163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2843202014221602163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-made-more-than-my-night.html' title='it made more than my night.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7003240251298144442</id><published>2008-11-21T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:11:32.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruthsmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ruthsmusings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7003240251298144442?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7003240251298144442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7003240251298144442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7003240251298144442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7003240251298144442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5725039461685307922</id><published>2008-11-19T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:00:52.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking dawn..in your pants</title><content type='html'>Taken from Lauren's Book Review of Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral #1: Marriage is easy. Bella doesn't have to pay for, take care of, or do anything in the way of keeping her marriage going. Not even touching on the whole Mr. Perfect issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral #2: The only thing worth staying alive for is sex. Bella never stopped considering her choice to become a vampire until she had sex with Edward and then suddenly wanted to hold back. Crying and begging him to screw her because her happy dream was over? Come on girl, have some pride. Pull yourself together, Bella. Sex isn't everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral #3: Women are only good for babymaking. "Had her body changed because she was a werewolf? Or had she become a werewolf because her body was wrong? The only female werewolf in the history of forever. Was that because she wasn't as female as she should be?" Are infertile females less female because they can't make babies and that's all women are good for? Stephenie thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral #4: All of your problems will be solved for you, so don't try to fix them. That year of wanting to drink human blood? Don't worry about it, you'll just skip it anyway. That baby who's killing you from the inside? Don't sweat it, Edward will just make you a vampire and then you'll be fine. Annoying cub boy won't fall out of love with you? Chill out, he'll imprint on your babies and then you won't ever have to worry about them getting in the way of your perfect love life again. And that leads into #5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral #5: Pedophilia is okay! Just wait until they get old enough (or in Renesmee's case, wait until they're 6 years old because then they'll look old enough) and you're good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5725039461685307922?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5725039461685307922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5725039461685307922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5725039461685307922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5725039461685307922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-dawnin-your-pants.html' title='breaking dawn..in your pants'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-680553853623213079</id><published>2008-11-18T14:44:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:28:44.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for you burns like a Charizard's tail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You spent so much time talking long distance that I think you didn't learn to know each other up close. Yes, you did know things about each other, the little things, the big things, a bunch of things. You don't talk that much in person, and you could. You obviously have things to say. I think that it is stupid if one of you doesn't want this, and you are still pursuing it. If you still enjoy each other, then sure, try. But if you feel like you should move on, then &lt;strong&gt;move on.&lt;/strong&gt; Do things IRL, not over the computer or text messages. Unless you 100% have to. The phone is okay. Just don't try to cover things up if you don't want other people to see them, because I personally think that it used to be obvious, and it still could be. I don't even bother with this that much anymore, because it is getting old. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081026055013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081026055013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people think that they are out of someone else's league. Obviously if they admire someone, they are going to see all the good in the person. But wouldn't they also have to see the person up close(not literally) and notice and accept their flaws? Don't think you are out of someone's league. It's reduncansheikulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/thumbs/20080918095216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/thumbs/20080918095216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a dream decoder thingy book. It would be interesting to think about things like those theories and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080518155345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080518155345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been there for me through everything. Even when I haven't exactly been the best friend, you were always forgiving. I don't know what I would do without you. On my worst days you are one of the only people that can make me smile no matter what. I think its amazing that we are still best friends even though we haven't gone to the same school since grade six. If we ever grow apart I will always have the best moments of my life to remember you by. And hopefully we will some day be able to sing together after actually preparing and put on a great show!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081025083611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081025083611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people will come, and some will pass, but the ones who mean something to you will always last. But, there are just certain people that aren't meant to fit in your life no matter how much you want them to. ARGH. A person can apologize for forever, and even if you forgive them, sometimes you just can’t forget the pain they have caused you. You know, sometimes you only forgive someone because you CAN’T stand NOT having them in your life. Of course, everything happens for a reason. Or does it? The hardest part is finding out what the reason is. I would say, the only people I need in my life are the ones that need me in theirs, but that isn’t true. They also say we don’t lose friends, we just learn to our real ones are. That is sort of true, sadly. I hate it. And also, whoever said what you don’t know can’t hurt you was a complete and TOTAL MORON. Cause for most people I know, not knowing is the worst feeling in the world. When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves. It’s so pathetic! Its crazy, things can change in the blink of an eye. People are so complex. We scream our insecurities but mutter our apologies. That’s why this world will always be so wrong. Of course, there are a bunch of other reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081021033740.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081023122509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081023122509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Good Friend. I think everyone has a different definition of a good friend. I think that a good friend is the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer(sorry), stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly they love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081027025925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081027025925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romantic love is an illusion. I think so anyways. It can be manipulated, and twisted. AND the very nature of it is deceptive! It promises closeness but the only thing it ever really reveals is the dreams and fears of the person with the 'obsession'. Most people want to be adored but they dont want to do anything to get it, they just want some random person to come along out of the blue and find them.. like awesome or irresistable or something. People are lazy like that. No one ever really falls in love with anyone but themselves. Other people just make you feel good about yourself when they shower you with compliments and such. We are waiting for us to come and show us something about ourselves that we can adore and stuff like that. Since someone else sees greatness in us, we try(and sometimes fail, but mostly succeed) to see it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Rupert-rupert-grint-403320_518_424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 518px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px" alt="" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Rupert-rupert-grint-403320_518_424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rupert Grint is amazing, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-680553853623213079?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/680553853623213079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=680553853623213079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/680553853623213079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/680553853623213079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-for-you-burns-like-charizards.html' title='my love for you burns like a Charizard&apos;s tail.'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8955460454557922423</id><published>2008-11-17T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:58:06.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the summer of grade 7</title><content type='html'>yeah. well it is the summer now. wow i just realized how little i have written.&lt;br /&gt;well ok i need to write this down to keep it off my mind. At morgans party, i talked to this one girl a little bit. We talked about who had a better life at the moment or something of the sort. She thought that it was me but i thought that in someways its me but in love its definetly her. then we did an experiment. this is the sad part.&lt;br /&gt;we both sat down on the ground outside where people were hanging out. it was concrete mind you. we both sat beside each other on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;M walked to us. He said "P, come on, get up from the ground. Then he said "please".&lt;br /&gt;P shook her head, or said no, or something i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then, N walked over. You can probably guess what happened, but i want to tell you because you are a file on the internet that is helping me stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;N said, "P, get up off the ground. Why are you sitting there? Let me help you up."&lt;br /&gt;Then she got up. I sat there for another minute or so, thinking about how horrible my love life is.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i don't WANT to be like almost everyone else with their boyfriends and stuff, because they are very immature(which is fine because its only grade 7), but i just really need to be loved then someone other than my family and friends. Its like, really important to me. No one even NOTICED me on the ground there, except for my friend I. I'm not really mad at P for this at all, but i mean seriously, can't SOMEONE change the way love is distributed around here??? Well i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;I have never had my first kiss, I have slow danced with ONE person(and that person danced with like all the girls in our class that came to the dance), i haven't gone out with anyone, i haven't gone on a date, and no one that i 'love' has told me they love me or even LIKE me in that way. i mean seriously, whats going on here??? im not mad at P or anything, and im not jealous of her. I guess im jealous that she is loved sooo much by others(guys in particular lol) and i, sadly am not. at all. but im not jealous of her. i really dont think that i will go out with anyone in eigth grade at all either. maybe even not ninth. why can't anyone every like me that i like back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i've got friends to lean on. its a pity that they arent in my school or even class. except one so far that ive heard of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8955460454557922423?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8955460454557922423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8955460454557922423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8955460454557922423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8955460454557922423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/summer-of-grade-7.html' title='the summer of grade 7'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1672535915060575752</id><published>2008-11-17T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:53:37.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grade 6</title><content type='html'>This is more of the THOUGHTS folder. The first line of the first post is the best thing I've read all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.eatonhand.com/ten/ten000.htm is a good site. It tells about Tendons!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO TODAY I DIDN'T EAT MY SANDWICH. Jenna gave me her pudding and i ate some of her soup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a really dumb writing thing. I have better things to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to write somting for the UPPER CASE news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my new dance class there is a girl who is such a show off. I thought that she was REALLY nice before but now she isn't As nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the other pplz tho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chantel Has BEEN missing A lot of classes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She dosent no the new part of our dances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really liek our coustumes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope there is friend day cuz i want jenna to see!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is way later than i expected to finish wirting this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl is actually really nice, but she does show off a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today i got my dance pictures taken.I kept on calling it a photo shoot. My hair was twisted but it wasn't as good as some of the other people's hair. i am going to be dying my hair soon. It will be BLACK! Really.I already dyed it red. it is almost west hawk. So much has happend since i was in grade five. So much has changed.now there is a new girl in my class, her name is darya.She is really tall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow i am going to sadies house and i am going to meet her nices and nephews. Sadie read me her diary and it was pretty good. I sweared to never tell it to anyone, so i wont even type any of it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i colud see fiddler on the roof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also wish that i would become faumous and become a singer and everyone would know me and i would make the world a better place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that could happen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more in there about my baba but I'm not going to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;That was grade 6, and now is one post from grade 7. It's pretty..umm..odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I havent typed out my thoughts in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Jenna is now @ _____, and i am @ _____.&lt;br /&gt;I really like my school but... i wish ******* wasn't in my class becasue she thinks that i am rude and mean and she thinks i am mad at her. she even admitted that she didnt like me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I also wish jenna was in my school. There is a little snag in the sweater though...&lt;br /&gt;I am goning to be getting braces in november and i have to have them on for MORE THAN 2 years.AHHH! i havent even lost all of my baby teeth yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang just a momonet ago and it was the public library and&lt;br /&gt;it was a recording.&lt;br /&gt;I got invited to rossara's b-day party.&lt;br /&gt;Jenna did too. the day we leave her party, the new episode of zoey 101 will be on. i think i am gonna miss it!!! oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Me and jenna want to perfrom on halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, where and how?&lt;br /&gt;I need backup 4 this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rude Awakinging: Sometimes i think that i can become famous but sometimes i think i will never be, and dont even really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;What will it be?&lt;br /&gt;I know i can go after my dreams but what is my dream?&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you are famous you will get followed and you can be worth&lt;br /&gt;lots of money.  and you can never spend a normal day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. I totally thought that I had a chance of being famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1672535915060575752?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1672535915060575752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1672535915060575752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1672535915060575752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1672535915060575752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/grade-6.html' title='grade 6'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5861803159771211513</id><published>2008-11-17T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:41:38.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grade 5</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my hotmail emails and I came across this one folder that I have with three emails. The folder is entitled THOUGHTS. It's interesting to look back, because I sometimes remember thinking those things, and other times I just read it and go "WHAT?" So, heres some of the emails that I have in there. Some things have been altered so I won't give away where I live and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,here's the scoop:I want to go to Winter Camp at _____ and Jenna does too.We are going to pretend that we are sisters and trick everyone at camp.Annah and Leah are going again.I don't want Annah in my group but I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we go to wheelies,it will be less crowded so I will be able to skate better.I got a bit better today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rude Awakining:Will I ever get better at skating? Probably not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got to find out why everyone that goes to camp swims,well,just not as good as other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that entry was from grade 5. This next one is from grade 5 too, and it's longer and more emotional(ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Report Cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ammmmmmmaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzziiiiinnnnggggggggg report card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got 1\2 in torah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At our parent teacher interviews Ms.Hiller gave me my space project Back. I got.....98\100! izn't that good? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rude Awakening: Why did both of the Jenna's get a higher mark than me? Why does Jenna N think that Jenna S didn't deserve an 100/100,LIKE HER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well MAYBE IT WILL CHANGE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am SOOOO sad about baba. I was cryin' for a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate when that happens only the last time it did i wwas 1 1/2 so i didn't understand as much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i only hav 2 grand parents left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B4 wat i wanted was to look beautiful and have longer hair faster but now that IT has happened(i don't like that word)I would take back wat i said and wished that mi grandparents will die when i die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well who wouldn't be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well mi mom said that i am the Apple of her eye beacause i am the oldest and we always used 2 play 2 gether.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are not sitting Shiva but we are all coming to our house after 4 bagels and stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MISS BABA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bet daddy does too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he is her daughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has no parents left!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will go talk to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss her,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is almost the end of the school year.It has gone by so quickly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am SO SAD bout baba but i think that she would like us to remember her by the things that we used to do with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss having sleepovers at her house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is about the end of my grade 5 school year, and the title is the place I go in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;______ will be so much fun .But I am wondering about the weather and whether or not sabrina is going to bug me .It's not that i don't like her its just that she bugs me a lot . Help me !!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventully Sabrina didn't come but guess what??? Jenna met her at humane society camp and made friends.There is about 2 weeks till school and i thought that me,jenna,jenna and Jessica or just Jenna and me could get together and have a little party and make a tradition that we , for now on , will always get together on the day/night before The First Day of school. Mabye some one will help me and phone me over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write more mext time erin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was written when I was in grade 6. I am such a strange child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Happy new year! My LAST year @ margerat park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rudee Awakining: Y does MRS._____ like illana so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know y. cuz:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illana is a good student&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illana is liked by ALL of the teachers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She dosen't swear in front of teachers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She dosen't need to be tutuored by mrs._____&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Illana looks perfect, is perfect and even talks like a popular stright A student. Or maybe even a Straight A+ student. lol i CAN'T ever be serious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs _____ did:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gave Illana an extra mark in a social studies test.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uses illana as the example ALL the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dosen't get mad @ her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gets mad at others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Says mean things like "What grade are you in? Chalkboard isn't a winter word even if you describe how it is" to everyone BUT illana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets illana off easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not for any body else!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also she once tapped jenna and said: I can see your booby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean who would do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She also helps illana in hebrew and lets illana interupt but not morgan,vlad,erin(me),jenna,jessica and myles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She lets yuri illana and will interupt.But mostly illana,of Course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to write/type more of this journal. Then i will publish it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...tHeN aGaIn...maybe i will just print it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So bye! I need to type on a new topic..dancing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. I remember writing that list out, and then discussing it with everybody. She really was a favourite student. Except shes like, totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5861803159771211513?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5861803159771211513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5861803159771211513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5861803159771211513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5861803159771211513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/grade-5.html' title='grade 5'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-4714783907148538508</id><published>2008-11-14T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:05:00.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i should tell you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to just go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily/Unfortunately, I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's computer multimedia once again, and after this is Improv. I'm not even IN improv. But I go, nonetheless. I love to watch improv, and I just couldn't be on the team this year. I have so much going on and I didn't want to be baggage to the team. I wish more people understood that I actually have a reason. I do think that I am okay at improv, I don't think that I am bad at it or anything, but I definetely have room to grow. Well, everyone has room to grow, but I have a LOT of room to grow. Don't make jokes about my height. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081108003105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081108003105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of choral performances coming up, and I have a TON of black clothes to wear. I arranged my closet in such a way that each colour is together. There is surprisingly a LOT of black coloured clothing. I have a bunch of tops, a few dresses, some sweatshirts and hoodies, and then some skirts and pants. Oh, and tights. I don't have a pair of black shoes that are fancy though. I have my new pair of converse(YAY) and a pair of black flats. I also have the CUTEST EVER pair of flip flops. But they are fancyish? I don't really know how to describe them, except I'll just say that they have huge, shiny, black bows on them that make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY COMPUTER TEACHER JUST SAID PWNAGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of dresses in my closet. I don't have much use for them. I wish I went to more fancy party type things. I have this one black and gold dress that I ADORE, but I haven't gotten a chance to wear it in SO long. It still fits me, and the cut is just lovely. Why am I talking about dresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081104094402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081104094402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my fanclub is growing. It's kind of weird to think that I have qualities that people like. And I mean REALLY like. It's a very strange feeling, but I'm all very chill about it. I don't know why I'm so chill. I guess I'm just a chill person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow outside today reminded me of something. Can you guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is sampling rate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sampling rate is the number of times, per second, that asample is recorded.&lt;br /&gt;That's the type of stuff that I am currently doing in class. There is still about half an hour left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin Meagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Princess in a Fairy Tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-4714783907148538508?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4714783907148538508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=4714783907148538508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4714783907148538508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/4714783907148538508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-should-tell-you.html' title='i should tell you'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6141377024043290401</id><published>2008-11-12T13:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:56:23.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know what i have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just don't want to hurt people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6141377024043290401?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6141377024043290401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6141377024043290401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6141377024043290401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6141377024043290401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7791659443822228272</id><published>2008-11-11T11:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:31:53.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SHOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBbGQXlHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/16JOskOiS-w/s1600-h/DSC05020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267453910466401394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBbGQXlHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/16JOskOiS-w/s200/DSC05020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBM2qkzjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3K8-_AwUlPw/s1600-h/DSC05015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267453665763184178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBM2qkzjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3K8-_AwUlPw/s200/DSC05015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBAZ-4RDI/AAAAAAAAATw/sRKzn_EmWL4/s1600-h/DSC05012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267453451905287218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBAZ-4RDI/AAAAAAAAATw/sRKzn_EmWL4/s200/DSC05012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnAn1UCMcI/AAAAAAAAATo/AhKYie0JOmQ/s1600-h/DSC05011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267453029745045954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnAn1UCMcI/AAAAAAAAATo/AhKYie0JOmQ/s200/DSC05011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnAO6eee1I/AAAAAAAAATg/rqGHR-vuXuQ/s1600-h/DSC04968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267452601634290514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnAO6eee1I/AAAAAAAAATg/rqGHR-vuXuQ/s200/DSC04968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRm_6QqTH2I/AAAAAAAAATY/4927Ofswg58/s1600-h/DSC05010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267452246812204898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRm_6QqTH2I/AAAAAAAAATY/4927Ofswg58/s200/DSC05010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7791659443822228272?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7791659443822228272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7791659443822228272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7791659443822228272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7791659443822228272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-shoes.html' title='NEW SHOES'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/SRnBbGQXlHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/16JOskOiS-w/s72-c/DSC05020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7115812037280750930</id><published>2008-11-08T14:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:46:34.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy, a recipie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE SUNDAE PIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, try it. It is full of awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package of graham crackers&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;4 cups(or scoops) of any flavour of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of nuts(any kind you want)&lt;br /&gt;chocolate sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UTENSILS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big bowl&lt;br /&gt;small bowl&lt;br /&gt;large spoon&lt;br /&gt;spatula&lt;br /&gt;9 inch pie plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;Crush the graham crackers and put them into a bowl. Make sure there aren't any big pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; In a small bowl, melt the butter(or margarine, if you would like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Pour the butter over the crushed graham crackers, and then mix it well. Use your hands to press the mixture in the bowl into the bottom of the pie plate. This is going to be your crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Put the pie plate into the freezer and keep in it there for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Take out your ice cream a few minutes before you take the pie crust back out, so it has some time to soften.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; When the pie crust has chilled, remove it from the freezer, and scoop the ice cream over it. Use a spatula(or the back of a spoon) to smooth the ice cream over the pie. Hot water on the spatula will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Sprinkle the top of the chocolate sundae pie with the nuts and then add whatever you want on top. I really dislike cherries, but my dad does, so I'd put cherries on this if he was going to have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Put it back into the freezer and freeze it until it is firm. Then, put chocolate sauce on top(make it look cool!) and then SERVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7115812037280750930?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7115812037280750930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7115812037280750930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7115812037280750930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7115812037280750930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/yummy-recipie.html' title='yummy, a recipie'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5165785290549725218</id><published>2008-11-07T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:19:28.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shmanks, Emmerz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unknown. And forgetting or being forgotten. And heights. And I also don't feel comfortable around birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT STATE OF MIND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCCUPATION?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing, reading, editing and filming a video, singing along to music(alone or with people), having a good conversation and making brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT HISTORICAL FIGURE DO YOU MOST IDENTIFY WITH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Walker? I don't know? Bette Midler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST ADMIRE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's mother. She is a very wonderful person, and she always tries to put other people before herself. I can't pick just one for this question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FICTIONAL HERO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Trio from Harry Potter, and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO ARE YOUR REAL-LIFE HEROES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My friends who show me that I can get through things, and my family who has been there for me since forever, and also J.K. Rowling, because her life story is so overwhelming, and it's a powerful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fifth Harry Potter book. A small painting that my Baba gave me. Tapes of me recording myself as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll change this to When and Where ARE you happiest. At my friend Jenna's house, on stage, outside in the grass, anywhere that people I love are. And at a place with pasta salad that I call camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOST OBVIOUS CHARACTERISTIC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pick! Really, I can't! Leave what you think in the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE (HATE) IN YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. How I need to be right? Except, I sort of like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN OTHERS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people take EVERYTHING literally, and make comments when they aren't needed. And when people are immature at bad times. I also dislike when people misuse words, especially derogatory terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST EXTRAVAGANCE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food? Haha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE JOURNEY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that i'm bony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER THE MOST OVER-RATED VIRTUE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting question. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON WHAT OCCASION DO YOU LIE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I want something. HAHA just kidding. When I feel it's needed. Or to play a funny trick on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH WORDS OR PHRASES DO YOU MOST OVER-USE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely and Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give myself better piano skills, and make myself able to hit bass notes as well as soppy notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing and taking things into account and using them for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE QUALITY YOU MOST ADMIRE IN A MAN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward-ness, maybe? I can't really think of one. OH! One who can be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE QUALITY YOU MOST ADMIRE IN A WOMAN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Not being easy? Haha. Being able to show that they have depth, and that they are fine with showing all of their different sides and personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU VALUE MOST IN YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we have each other's backs and sides. And even the front of us. Even the most important parts of us, and the least important parts. They accept me for who I am, the good and the bad. And we aren't all dramatic and serious all the time, fighting and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WERE TO DIE AND COME BACK AS A PERSON OR AN ANIMAL, WHAT DO&lt;br /&gt;YOU THINK IT WOULD BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human. Hannah Montana's new co-star, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD CHOOSE AN OBJECT TO COME BACK AS, WHAT WOULD YOU&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book. Secondhand stores would be so fun to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO (WORDS YOU LIVE BY OR THAT MEAN A LOT TO YOU)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Difference of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-J.K. Rowling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-John Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stephen Chbosky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO HAS BEEN THE GREATEST INFLUENCE ON YOU? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5165785290549725218?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5165785290549725218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5165785290549725218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5165785290549725218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5165785290549725218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-infinite.html' title='i feel infinite'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-181228290772037263</id><published>2008-11-06T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:37:17.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>try to remember everything</title><content type='html'>Today is November 6th 2008. It’s currently raining. I’m on the second storey and I can see the rain splattering casually on the windowpane. Did that sound poetic or what? I’m just joshing, it didn’t sound very poetic. It’s all based on opinion, I guess. I can see two light brown chimneys outside of the window. It makes me think of the winter holidays, and how I used to sit in front of the fireplace, being careful not to be hit by sparks or stare into the flames for too long at a time. I used to have this one red dress, and I loved it. It’s November 6th though, not December. &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081103105822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081103105822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During math class today, after eating all of my food, like usual, I began to do my work. After doing a chunk of questions, I took out a new slice of paper(oh, that saying brings me back to grade 7) and began to draw a face. 15 minutes later, I had covered the entire front of the page. I wish I had a scanner so that I could show y’all, but the page is full of drawings of Harry Potter related things, speech bubbles and all. It’s quite a delight to see it, so I have kept it out of my binder all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081106125423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 641px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081106125423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t done a word of the day in two whole days! That is long for me. I was planning to have a different one every day for the whole year(or maybe just the whole school year, because I gave them to my friend P) but that didn’t happen. Whatever. There’s still ‘Hug of the Day’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexostrowski.com/"&gt;http://www.alexostrowski.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYYYEEEERRRRRZZZZZZZZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-181228290772037263?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/181228290772037263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=181228290772037263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/181228290772037263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/181228290772037263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/try-to-remember-everything.html' title='try to remember everything'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-6112331076562330230</id><published>2008-11-05T14:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:08:15.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not old, i'm old school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080423220753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080423220753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is going to be a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep having weird mood swings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy for a while, but then I'm the complete opposite of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, maybe I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalala,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-6112331076562330230?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6112331076562330230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=6112331076562330230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6112331076562330230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/6112331076562330230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-old-im-old-school.html' title='i&apos;m not old, i&apos;m old school'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7529840515814412860</id><published>2008-11-04T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:43:11.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE MAKING ME GO CRAZY</title><content type='html'>WOOT! I am doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was being a downer.&lt;br /&gt;Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;PROMISE&lt;/strong&gt; that I am going to do that tagging game thing. I'm just busy(AKA I'm a noob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing before I go and do my hair, do some math, do some guys(drawing..DUH)(i really don't need to, that just sounds funny), eat some food, and text or call this one guy who I like a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGERS=AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME=ME&lt;br /&gt;ME=YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU=CRAZY IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY IN LOVE=BEYONCE&lt;br /&gt;omg does that mean beyonce has a blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;(I took spanish last year, so I'm just trying to show off and be cool and stuff like that.)&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVELY:ERINMEAGAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. OBAMA WON! Any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Everything isn't always your fault. It's mine too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7529840515814412860?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7529840515814412860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7529840515814412860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7529840515814412860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7529840515814412860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-making-me-go-crazy.html' title='YOU ARE MAKING ME GO CRAZY'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5351231938123062414</id><published>2008-11-03T21:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:30:55.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING SPECIAL!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged. FINALLY! Just kidding. I never thought I would be, I only thought that the good blogs were tagged. The lovely one who tagged me was Bev at &lt;a href="http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://a-bev-blog.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AKA icarryyourheart, and thank you very much for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;The Rules for this whole tagging shenanigan(does that even make sense?) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mention the person who nominated you&lt;br /&gt;list 6 unimportant things that make you happy&lt;br /&gt;tag 5 blogs and state the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;notify them with a comment on their blog that they have been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numero uno:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080908122412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080908122412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those things that make people happy. Including myself. Although, my parents don't seem to think so. Hugs make me happy, even if I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero dos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sansom window project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourmessagehere.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://yourmessagehere.typepad.com/my_weblog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click the link. I can't even describe how amazing it is! Well, maybe I could, but if you just click the link, you will know better than if I described it to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numero tres:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weekenders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Tino-the-weekenders-514923_99_120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Tino-the-weekenders-514923_99_120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this show is epic. It has always been that show that I've seen almost every episode of. Besides Lizzie McGuire, that is. My friend J and I figured out that she would be Tish and I would be Tino. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numero cuatro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;finding new musical artists that I enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numero cinco:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakespy.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://www.cakespy.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numero seis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dictionaries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernmarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://modernmarie.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monstersinminds.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://monstersinminds.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makelovewiththelightson.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://makelovewiththelightson.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://betterwithanaccent.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://betterwithanaccent.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-am-haley.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://i-am-haley.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raindropstoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://raindropstoday.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for being tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5351231938123062414?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5351231938123062414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5351231938123062414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5351231938123062414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5351231938123062414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-special.html' title='FEELING SPECIAL!'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1813552135427086256</id><published>2008-11-02T00:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:37:22.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wam drinks make you kinder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080630192106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080630192106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you confuse me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;That's a nice beginning to a post, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I came home from babysitting not too long ago, and I watched two of the BEST MOVIES EVER! Well, kind of. It's all opinions, I guess. The movie that I watched with the girls was The Parent Trap. The one with Lindsay Lohan. I can recite plenty of the lines from the movie, and I just love it to pieces. After they were put to bed, I had a few hours to kill, so I watched Harriet the Spy. I brought it with me, planning ahead. THE VHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080513203252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080513203252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song stuck in my head. It just keeps playing on repeat. It was okay the first time, but after about 67 times, I'm a bit sick of it. It's a good song though, Transylvania Mania from Young Frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080728095756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080728095756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing some thinking lately(lately? What? Shouldn't I say I was thinking the other day? Because I'm always thinking. So that statement clearly doesn't work out in this situation), and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-I want coloured skinny jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-I think I'm going to order a dance picture this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-I need some HP merch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That isn't all I was thinking about, of course. This school year has just started two months ago, and it already feels like a very long time. I have so much to look forward to, and my classes don't completely put me in rage..yet. Just kidding. Currently I am taking: Phys Ed, Pre Cal, Computer Multimedia, Geo, Choir, Vocal Jazz and Chamber Choir. I'm also in the school musical, and I was going to join the improv team(sorry) but I don't think I'm good enough to be on it yet, and besides, I have enough on my plate. I don't want improv overlapping anything, especially my carrot sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just feels like I'm so much older than before, and so much more mature. Well, not really, but I definetely feel like a changed person, in a way. I guess love does that to you. You know, I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man. No way. Not yet. Maybe not ever, who knows? But, back to my topic. I think that I'm different somehow. Last year, we all wrote a letter to ourselves. We are going to get it back in our last year of high school at some point. The big thing about it is that we are supposed to forget about it, and get a happy suprise when we recive it. I can't really forget about it though. I remember writing in it that I probably won't have a boyfriend by grade 12. I also remember calling myself something funny..I just don't remember the exact term at the moment. Looking back, I wish I wrote better things. If I write it and keep it in my room, it won't be the same. I don't want to give it to anyone, I need to do one of those things where you can send an email and have a set date for it to be sent. That is a master plan. Almost as good as that one plan to write a musical..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized that I have a practice tomorrow. Oh boy! I don't know if I'll be going. It is on the other side of the city, and I don't have a way of getting there, besides bus, of course. Hmm. I haven't been on twitter in a while. Sorry. Wait, why am I apologizing? No one reads this anyways. All of a sudden I feel very stupid. As if I'm talking to myself. As I type this, I am saying the words in my head, and they sound quite stupid to me. Rhombus. Haha, that sounded funny in my head...&lt;em&gt;MOVING ON! &lt;/em&gt;I really don't have anything to say. Sorry, again..Check out the post below for the November playlist! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is making fools of us again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1813552135427086256?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1813552135427086256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=1813552135427086256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1813552135427086256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/1813552135427086256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/wam-drinks-make-you-kinder.html' title='wam drinks make you kinder'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-7381397901117941852</id><published>2008-11-01T17:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:31:33.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're gonna be going in style</title><content type='html'>You are really getting on my nerves. Not literally. That's a good thing. But you really need to fix yourself up before the next time you talk to me. I know you won't though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. If you want it so bad, go and DO IT. See where that gets you! &lt;em&gt;*snicker*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080820164041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080820164041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Halloween was yesterday. I didn't go out, I saw a musical, and it was AMAZING. I dressed up as Penny Pingleton, wearing a plaid dress, glittery gold tights, flats, and curly pigtails. I actually wore eyeliner too! I never really bother. I woke up today and I had a craving to watch a Mary-Kate and Ashley movie. So I took out my old VHS movies and watched about 4. I have a lot of stuff of theirs. I really want to get their new book, Influence. How was your halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081008211033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081008211033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER PLAYLIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1-Come Together-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;2-Everything I've Got-Blosson Dearie&lt;br /&gt;3-My Paper Hearts-The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;4-Sadie Hawkins Dance-Relient K&lt;br /&gt;5-The Cheapest Key-Kathleen Edwards&lt;br /&gt;6-I Got This Down-Simian Mobile Disco&lt;br /&gt;7-Friday Night-Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;8-Still Dirrty-Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;9-Dancing With Myself-Nouvelle Vague&lt;br /&gt;10-Are You The One?-The Presets&lt;br /&gt;11-When You're Gone-Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;12-Beating Hearts Baby-Head Automatica&lt;br /&gt;13-Garden of Evil-1997&lt;br /&gt;14-House of Wolves-My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;15-Thunder-Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;16-Goodbye-Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;17-The Girl-City and Colour&lt;br /&gt;18-Dear Time Traveller-The Scene Aesthetic&lt;br /&gt;19-Dateless Losers-Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;20-One Vision-Queen&lt;br /&gt;21-Breakfast in America-Supertramp&lt;br /&gt;22-Something That Produces Results-The Early November&lt;br /&gt;23-Capturing Moods-Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;24-Paint it Black-The Vines&lt;br /&gt;25-We Go Together-Grease&lt;br /&gt;26-If I Run-Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;27-You Belong-Hercules &amp;amp; Love Affair&lt;br /&gt;28-Katie-Missy Higgins&lt;br /&gt;29-Foxes Mate For Life-Born Ruffians&lt;br /&gt;30-Disconnect the Dots-Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080825152616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080825152616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having Subway for dinner. I haven't had it in a while. What do you like on your sub? I like to have italian bread, turkey, mayo, sub sauce, lettuce, tomatoes and LOTS of pickles! I get the same thing every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080721005136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080721005136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photographs, photographs, photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take pictures of things outside, but I fear that it is too cold to lie in the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-7381397901117941852?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7381397901117941852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=7381397901117941852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7381397901117941852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/7381397901117941852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-gonna-be-going-in-style.html' title='you&apos;re gonna be going in style'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-8398793603521658851</id><published>2008-10-30T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:39:11.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you call it madness, i call it anything but love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080902073951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080902073951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is gorgeous. my favourite flower is the daisy. I've never been a fan of roses. I PROMISE a longer update soon, but I'm so busy, I'm actually tired. I'm never tired for more than 3 days straight, but I am now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out:&lt;br /&gt;Cadence(music)&lt;br /&gt;Mixtape(store)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate(life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DFTBA,&lt;br /&gt;Erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't want to tell you my Halloween plans. They are too depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080902073951.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-8398793603521658851?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8398793603521658851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=8398793603521658851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8398793603521658851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/8398793603521658851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-call-it-madness-i-call-it-anything.html' title='you call it madness, i call it anything but love'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-2280686159067795767</id><published>2008-10-22T11:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:47:45.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school keyboards don't have good spacebars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2008/10/21/bopotter121.xml"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2008/10/21/bopotter121.xml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only the Hufflepuffs are totally loyal to Harry, the Gryffindors are already moving on to other things, the Slytherins never really liked him anyway and the Ravenclaws are too busy writing their own fan fiction or posting spoof videos on YouTube."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Hufflepuff. Or, maybe a Gryffinpuff. Or a Huffledor. This was decided a LOOOONNNGGG time ago. So why is it that the article said I &lt;em&gt;take the tales at a slow, steady and systematic pace and enjoy re-reading the books over and over?&lt;/em&gt; I read the books really fast, still taking everything in, obviously, but SLOW, STEADY AND SYSTEMATIC PACE? Uhh, hello? It's ME. Apparently &lt;em&gt;'Gryffindor' readers are eager and energetic and will devour the latest Potter book in one sitting, but quickly move on to new things.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, well that's me. I read fast, and in one sitting. There isn't really any other way, unless I'm hungry. But, moving onto new things? It's not like all I read is Harry Potter. That would be a stupid choice. There is SO much out there. But I haven't moved on. I listen to "The End of an Era" by Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls, and it gives me goosebumps everytime. It also makes me emotional. Kind of weird, but true. All in all, this article just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was talking to my mom over dinner the other day(chicken caeser salad, fries, pita) and we were discussing names. I really don't know how we got onto the topic, but I already knew a lot about it. I knew that if I was a guy, I'd probably be Evan or something of the sort. My mom then told me that she was considering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDEN MARISSA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FRICKEN AWESOME IS THAT?! If I had kids, they could be called the "children of eden". I think I've gone overboard with this awesome name. But seriously, it's pretty sweeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my charisma is screaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breathlessly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pretty good kid. I don't do drugs or smoke or drink(unless you count sparkling juice?) and I don't go and have sex in dark dingy places(or bright, clean places). I'm a good kid. That's not to say that I don't yell, I don't talk bad about people sometimes, because I do. For someone to say they don't talk bad about anyone..well, I haven't met anyone like that yet. But, back to me. I'm a pretty good kid when I think about it. I usually do my homework and I get average marks(don't talk to me about math, okay?). I don't dress like a tramp(although..)and I don't take pictures of myself making out with a guy or a girl. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing to do so. I don't like to skip class. If I'm a couple minutes late, I don't sweat it. It doesn't really matter to me, as long as I don't miss a large portion of the class. I always hang around the drama room at break before my computer class. The clocks in my school have MAJOR ISSUES and none of them match. The one in my geo class is 5 minutes ahead, and the one in the drama room is a couple minutes late. I come to computer class according to the drama room clock. At that time, there are still students in the hallways getting to their classrooms, but it isn't crowded. Today, I was in the drama room and the teacher finally said that class was beginning, so I walked out of the class with P and M. We all had classes upstairs, and P didn't have to go to his because he was done all of his work already. M had to go, but he really didn't want to, and I really didn't care. I didn't WANT to come to class, but I knew I had to. I would feel bad if I missed it. I know, lame, but that's just the kind of person I am. In computer class, we are currently making flash animations. Mine is getting to be quite long, and I knew that if I missed today, I would still be ahead of everyone else. I still didn't want to skip class. I started to walk up the stairs but M stopped me and it took me a few minutes to get to class after that. It was fun though. I got to class, and my teacher said, "It's about time," but then another student walked in right behind me, and then my teacher left the class. He didn't come back for a while. He normally just leaves us to do our work. M wanted to come to my class, but he didn't because he went to get a fudgeicle or something. I haven't had a fudgeicle in a very long time. I have ice cream sandwiches at home, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone who is really...pissing me off. Someone who is...grinding my gears! Wow, that was put nicely. I just don't understand how a person could be that way, and not acting like it, actually being like that as a person. To herself. She doesn't act any different at home, at school, out around the city, anything. I don't get it. I hope she doesn't read this blog, because it didn't capture what I want to say to her in anyway. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day in a very long time that I didn't have to stay after school for something. It's a long weekend too. It's going to be a fun filled weekend, I just know it! I have to plan out all of my outfits! Of course, I never will and I will leave it to the last minute and just pull something on. But that's my style, yenno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I haven't made a post in a few days. Truthfully, I haven't even been on the computer much, if you know me personally, you know that this is a big surprise. I've just had so much to do that I haven't gotten around to going online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flamenco, lambada, but hip-hop is harder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We moonwalk the foxtrot, then polka the salsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song made my day today. It took me back.&lt;br /&gt;SPICE UP YOUR LIFE-SPICE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous weekend, y'all,&lt;br /&gt;From your BFF:&lt;br /&gt;PARIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-2280686159067795767?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2280686159067795767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=2280686159067795767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2280686159067795767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/2280686159067795767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-keyboards-dont-have-good.html' title='school keyboards don&apos;t have good spacebars'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-635949140602192263</id><published>2008-10-18T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:39:23.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>give us money, we are pretty</title><content type='html'>You make me happy. H-A-P-P-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that school has been going on for more than a month. I've been so caught up in everything that has been going on. Carima Burana is INSANE. It's funny that some people thought we actually had to memorize all of the words for the performance. I missed the first rehersal because of a holiday, so when I got to rehersal on Thursday, I had to sight read most of the music. After the rehersal was over, Haley, Bev and I had a jam sesh. It was pretty much AWESOME. There was even beatboxing at the exact same moment as Blake did it in that one video on youtube that I've seen a lot. Wow. I am seriously a huge Spring Awakening junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXcGC-TNVoM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXcGC-TNVoM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my baba's birthday. She would have be 88 years old. When I was little, I would sleep over at her house every friday night. We would play school a lot(where I of course was the teacher, because I was the one with more knowledge) and eat pizza buns. Pizza buns=Great Joy. We would also play war a lot(the card game) and I was the master. I still don't know how to play poker. Lessons, anyone? I always drew pictures and hung them on her walls. They weren't taken down. To this day, I still can't draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081009155239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081009155239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE NOW WHERE I CAN FIND A YELLOW DRESS THAT ISN'T SHORT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to that video. Again. And I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Justin-Your list is wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-635949140602192263?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/635949140602192263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=635949140602192263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/635949140602192263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/635949140602192263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-us-money-we-are-pretty.html' title='give us money, we are pretty'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-5452655770607655235</id><published>2008-10-12T20:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:04:01.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr means i love you in dinosaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=2005879"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=2005879" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I want these hug your sorrow plush tears from fredflare?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-5452655770607655235?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5452655770607655235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6549166528966347388&amp;postID=5452655770607655235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5452655770607655235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549166528966347388/posts/default/5452655770607655235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeyourvoice.blogspot.com/2008/10/rawr-means-i-love-you-in-dinosaur.html' title='rawr means i love you in dinosaur'/><author><name>erin meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12186903208896832945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Esa8CnfohTs/S5Karo7hnjI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jScEaHIUC00/S220/18661_249201865780_589695780_4836215_5977162_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549166528966347388.post-1186936684017364911</id><published>2008-10-12T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:54:03.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>every flower stares and watches</title><content type='html'>When I was in grade 3, there was a boy in my class. He was immature, like all of us. He took it to another level, naturally. I don't know if he was actually intrigued with what he was doing, or if he was trying to show off, or if he was taken over by spirits, but it was SOMETHING. He was sitting at his desk, like the rest of us, working on whatever we were working on. He takes out some glue, and begins to glue a PENCIL SHARPENER TO HIS FACE. Who in the world would ever think of doing that? GENIOUS I TELL YOU! ABSOLUTELY GENIOUS! Yeah..no. The glue dries and he attempts to stick more things on his face. We are all wondering what the hell he is doing, when the teacher FINALLY notices, and drags him out of the room by the pencil sharpener. It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080831003702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080831003702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this one friend. He's a pretty special guy. Every day I see him, he just lights up the room(okay, maybe not, but that would be pretty cool. It's like he's a superhero or a sort of god with powers to rule light) and that is a great talent to have. He's silly, because you can be silly at any age, just in different ways. I'm a young fool, but he is not. Okay, maybe sometimes. But everyone is sometimes. He can do great things, and he obviously will go on to do things for the greater good(like dumbledore and an UNMENTIONABLE OTHER). Yay for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080923094530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080923094530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out for dinner on Saturday. Being the cool person I am, I tried something new and exotic: CAESER SALAD, FRIES AND CHICKEN FINGERS(not from the kids menu, shut up)!!! At almost every restaurant I go to, I want caeser salad. Or fries. Or pizza. Or penne. Wow, I'm talking about food again. I just can't stop, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20080706101806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20080706101806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's autumn. I really think that you should jump into a pile of leaves(if they've fallen yet). Even just lie down outside(by yourself or with someone else) on the grass and look up at that glorious sky and think. It is so refreshing to just be outside and to breathe in the orange air. It's starting to smell like Halloween. Which reminds me, I should get a costume. I really want to be Lavender Brown, but I don't have any Hogwarts robes. Canada doesn't have a lot of HP merchandise that I want/need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081008145125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081008145125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Too young to say, though I swear he knew,&lt;br /&gt;And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,&lt;br /&gt;While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo Nutini-Autumn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549166528966347388-1186936684017364911?l=seeyourvoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</cont
