<?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-4675774464490902828</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:41:12.691-07:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='digital age.'/><category term='technology'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='engadget'/><category term='geeky'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='apple'/><category term='wishlists'/><category term='podcasting'/><category term='canon'/><category term='apple conference'/><title type='text'>How Whitty.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-1586572249017666477</id><published>2010-04-17T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:29:14.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/S8qtQ2rcs-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/RPtRBcZ5SVs/s1600/DSCN0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/S8qtQ2rcs-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/RPtRBcZ5SVs/s320/DSCN0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461368003207410658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/S8qtJA6UXDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZLsuIgqzRuw/s1600/DSCN0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/S8qtJA6UXDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZLsuIgqzRuw/s320/DSCN0472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461367868515179570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-1586572249017666477?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1586572249017666477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=1586572249017666477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1586572249017666477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1586572249017666477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-my-picture.html' title='Take My Picture.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/S8qtQ2rcs-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/RPtRBcZ5SVs/s72-c/DSCN0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5978367346250633450</id><published>2009-01-08T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:21:16.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so in love with my memories.</title><content type='html'>It's quite incredible the amount of things you can be thankful for within 24 hours. Today I was merely thinking of how amazing my parents are. And how I am the mix of the two of them. How my dad and I had similar friends and my mom and I had similar boyfriends. I've always appreciated what my parents had to say, mostly because I have related to them. I can't say everythings always been peachy, but I can say that I wouldn't blame them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time with my family over the holidays. It was a good time for me, full of video games, giggling, giving, receiving, out of the ordinary activities. I wouldn't trade Christmas 2008. I'm so in love with my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a good conversation with my Dad. I don't get to talk to him often, so when I do, it's very good. Often times he says the things I've wanted to hear or the things I've needed to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5978367346250633450?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5978367346250633450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5978367346250633450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5978367346250633450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5978367346250633450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-all-we-just-battle-ourselves-we-just.html' title='I&apos;m so in love with my memories.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8139792518713309800</id><published>2008-11-29T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:34:24.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The essence of who you want to be.</title><content type='html'>No matter how hard I try, I think human relationships are probably the toughest of all interactions.  A cat might ignore you but you won't ever fight over the bathroom and a dog might annoy you but you will still cuddle up with them at bedtime. I'm not sure what makes a relationship with say an animal easier than a human being, besides a one-way conversation with no-one to back talk. Is it really  pride that keeps "cat ladies" amongst the felines they adore so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this from my own experience. Some days I really wish I had a cat or dog to just enjoy the company. I get lonely sometimes, and sometimes all I want is a purr or a nice doggie kiss. They don't judge me or frustrate me nearly as much as a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People assume that by "relationship" someone is referring to a romantic one. I'm talking about all relationships.  For me, romance is the least of my worries. I struggle day in and day out just to maintain friendships, and acqaintences a like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely do not profess to be some great friend. I've always been good at meeting people and enjoying their company and hoping they feel the same. But maintaining a friendship gets sloppy and frustrating. To be honest, sometimes it's easier to blow someone off than to be nice. I'm not saying that's what we should be doing, I'm just saying the thought crosses my mind at least 100 times a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8139792518713309800?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8139792518713309800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8139792518713309800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8139792518713309800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8139792518713309800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/11/essence-of-who-you-want-to-be.html' title='The essence of who you want to be.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5075065655079199783</id><published>2008-10-28T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:26:39.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day, job #2</title><content type='html'>Today went well, and the idea of responsibilities is surprisingly not frightening. At the moment I feel relieved to have a push in the right direction. I find myself fullfilling unsaid goals, meeting unwritten requirements. It's less alarming now, and I feel like just maybe the glimmer of hope I feel, will turn into a full fledge light of change and my life will be a little more on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm some horrible person or that my life is going in the "wrong direction". I just feel like in my own heart, that I'm going down a path of something I don't need. Laziness, unfullfillment, those are things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;control. ME, not someone else.. not the media or the internet or anything. Those are things I allow in my life. If they make me lazy it's because I'm choosing to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible when at the end of the day my thought is "well another day that I didn't do anything I love to do nor get anything done." That, I hope I don't have to tell myself again. One day at a time. One glimmer of hope at a time. A chance to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5075065655079199783?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5075065655079199783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5075065655079199783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5075065655079199783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5075065655079199783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/1st-day-job-2.html' title='1st day, job #2'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8161138262107007808</id><published>2008-10-20T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:21:19.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing some youtube.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.makeupgeek.com/"&gt;http://www.makeupgeek.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is amazing! Her makeup tutorials are amazing, she does a great job too. Halloween is coming up so a lot of the looks are perfect, but she has some everyday make up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdlNmmutQwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdlNmmutQwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the look I am thinking for Halloween.. BUT there are so many.. I just can't pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whitnee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8161138262107007808?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8161138262107007808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8161138262107007808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8161138262107007808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8161138262107007808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/sharing-some-youtube.html' title='Sharing some youtube.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3212246203105871180</id><published>2008-10-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:27:21.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habakkuk 3:2</title><content type='html'>&lt;cite&gt;Habakkuk 3:2&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;LORD, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds, O LORD. Renew them in our day, in our time make them known; in wrath remember mercy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3212246203105871180?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3212246203105871180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3212246203105871180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3212246203105871180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3212246203105871180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/habakkuk-32.html' title='Habakkuk 3:2'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8064157825990267034</id><published>2008-10-14T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:32:27.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion.</title><content type='html'>According to http://en.wiktionary.org/, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt; can be define as "The point of complete depletion; used up; Supreme tiredness; having exhausted energy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I feel. It's not because I'm "so busy" that I don't get a second to think, it's more that I have too much time. It's not because of piling work or troublesome relationships (thankfully). But because I lack something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I can't seem to slow down. My mind is always wandering, and my heart beat is constantly running on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt;. I've been told often that I don't know how to calm down. Right now I'm feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you try to relax and the moment is perfect, but you're uncomfortable and your heart races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SPWOXTWZTII/AAAAAAAAAFg/HXwlcs5ZYHs/s1600-h/IMG_0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SPWOXTWZTII/AAAAAAAAAFg/HXwlcs5ZYHs/s200/IMG_0869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257264671007263874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8064157825990267034?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8064157825990267034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8064157825990267034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8064157825990267034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8064157825990267034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/10/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SPWOXTWZTII/AAAAAAAAAFg/HXwlcs5ZYHs/s72-c/IMG_0869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3221474264124581729</id><published>2008-09-28T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:23:53.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday: Chinese fortune cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Sunday: Chinese fortune cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today It's up to you to create the peacefulness you long for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if He's trying to speak to me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even listening. It's blunt and it's obvious. It's easier to wallow in yourself, wallow in your doubt and drown in your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister once shared with me that "happiness is a choice". But what happens when everyday you choose to be happy but the pain and frustration you feel still doesn't go away? I personally feel like a failure. It's much easier for me to comfort others than myself. I am the definition of "take your own advice".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3221474264124581729?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3221474264124581729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3221474264124581729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3221474264124581729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3221474264124581729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sunday-chinese-fortune-cookie.html' title='My Sunday: Chinese fortune cookie'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4657300683418114087</id><published>2008-09-23T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:35:20.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let your limitations overshadow your talents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Facebook%7CWhitneeBergstrom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/Facebook%7CWhitneeBergstrom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite amusing when I am reminded to keep my eyes "on the prize" by fortunes and advice. I guess it's the simple things that trigger ideas and remind you to sit down and relax, life is good, it just has it's ups and downs. Just like a swing (my favourite life analogy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4657300683418114087?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4657300683418114087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4657300683418114087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4657300683418114087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4657300683418114087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-let-your-limitations-overshadow.html' title='Don&apos;t let your limitations overshadow your talents.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5155776067631654529</id><published>2008-09-15T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:07:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canon 20D</title><content type='html'>I was given a Canon 20D yesterday. That's pretty splendid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5155776067631654529?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5155776067631654529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5155776067631654529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5155776067631654529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5155776067631654529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/09/canon-20d.html' title='Canon 20D'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6114779958128767319</id><published>2008-08-21T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:29:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week is always the hardest to conquer, especially after a break of somesort.</title><content type='html'>It's almost the end of week one, and I have no regrets so far. My teachers seem decent and so do the courses. It'll be exciting to actually dive into projects, especially in photoshop and photo 10. Maybe I'll even blend the two. :)  French will prove to be the challenge of the semester, while Math comes in a close second, only because it covers such a wide spectrum, being that it is a refresher course. A friend of mine asked me how I thought I'd do this semester and I said I'd like to get good grades, and that is my plan. It's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-6114779958128767319?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6114779958128767319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6114779958128767319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6114779958128767319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6114779958128767319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-is-always-hardest-to-conquer.html' title='First week is always the hardest to conquer, especially after a break of somesort.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2314009345279781323</id><published>2008-08-16T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:25:05.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme of a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Ashlee, I have a theme for my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You can get anywhere if you simply go one step at a time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2314009345279781323?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2314009345279781323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2314009345279781323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2314009345279781323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2314009345279781323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/08/theme-of-lifetime.html' title='Theme of a lifetime.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5795602011268588260</id><published>2008-08-11T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:37:07.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I received this in an email from my Aunt,&lt;br /&gt;I found it very true and I thought I would share. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;be afraid that it will never begin.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5795602011268588260?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5795602011268588260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5795602011268588260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5795602011268588260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5795602011268588260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/08/forward.html' title='A forward.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3714729711185905718</id><published>2008-07-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:09:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT DIARY</title><content type='html'>Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.  &lt;p&gt;In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.&lt;br /&gt;Bastards!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow…….but at the top of the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.&lt;br /&gt;The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Something my friend posted! Very funny..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3714729711185905718?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3714729711185905718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3714729711185905718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3714729711185905718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3714729711185905718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat-diary.html' title='CAT DIARY'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8451938105879009907</id><published>2008-07-28T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:43:37.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never under estimate the power of a bad attitude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sticks and stones may break bones but words will never hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever felt like that saying is a complete sham? On the record, wouldn't you say words hurt more, by far? How many people remember someone pinching them 20 years after the fact? But... when they called them a "loser"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days people are so worried about their "carbon foot print". I'd like to take that a step forward and ask about our day to day attitude and the foot print that that leaves in the face of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to words, body language and actions, I consider myself quite sensitive. Actually I consider myself hyper sensitive. So it comes as a surprise to most people that the very things that bother me the most, I will turn around and do. It's the idea of karma, what goes around comes around. To a degree I feel threatened by a persons behavior or idea or attitude. I have taken things too far before. It disappoints me to know that my attitude is often disappointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8451938105879009907?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8451938105879009907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8451938105879009907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8451938105879009907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8451938105879009907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-under-estimate-power-of-bad.html' title='Never under estimate the power of a bad attitude.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6574683552406592155</id><published>2008-07-27T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:59:26.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John 8:12-30 (The Message)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;You're Missing God in All This&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11322" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;Jesus once again addressed them: "I am the world's Light. No one who follows me stumbles around in the darkness. I provide plenty of light to live in." &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11323" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;The Pharisees objected, "All we have is your word on this. We need more than this to go on." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11324" class="sup"&gt;14-18&lt;/span&gt;Jesus replied, "You're right that you only have my word. But you can depend on it being true. I know where I've come from and where I go next. You don't know where I'm from or where I'm headed. You decide according to what you can see and touch. I don't make judgments like that. But even if I did, my judgment would be true because I wouldn't make it out of the narrowness of my experience but in the largeness of the One who sent me, the Father. That fulfills the conditions set down in God's Law: that you can count on the testimony of two witnesses. And that is what you have: You have my word and you have the word of the Father who sent me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11325" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;They said, "Where is this so-called Father of yours?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Jesus said, "You're looking right at me and you don't see me. How do you expect to see the Father? If you knew me, you would at the same time know the Father." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11326" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;He gave this speech in the Treasury while teaching in the Temple. No one arrested him because his time wasn't yet up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11327" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;Then he went over the same ground again. "I'm leaving and you are going to look for me, but you're missing God in this and are headed for a dead end. There is no way you can come with me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11328" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;The Jews said, "So, is he going to kill himself? Is that what he means by 'You can't come with me'?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11329" class="sup"&gt;23-24&lt;/span&gt;Jesus said, "You're tied down to the mundane; I'm in touch with what is beyond your horizons. You live in terms of what you see and touch. I'm living on other terms. I told you that you were missing God in all this. You're at a dead end. If you won't believe I am who I say I am, you're at the dead end of sins. You're missing God in your lives." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11330" class="sup"&gt;25-26&lt;/span&gt;They said to him, "Just who are you anyway?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Jesus said, "What I've said from the start. I have so many things to say that concern you, judgments to make that affect you, but if you don't accept the trustworthiness of the One who commanded my words and acts, none of it matters. That is who you are questioning—not me but the One who sent me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11331" class="sup"&gt;27-29&lt;/span&gt;They still didn't get it, didn't realize that he was referring to the Father. So Jesus tried again. "When you raise up the Son of Man, then you will know who I am—that I'm not making this up, but speaking only what the Father taught me. The One who sent me stays with me. He doesn't abandon me. He sees how much joy I take in pleasing him." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-11332" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;When he put it in these terms, many people decided to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="publisher-info-inset"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/versions/?action=getVersionInfo&amp;amp;vid=65"&gt;The Message&lt;/a&gt; (MSG)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002  by &lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/Message/"&gt;Eugene H.  Peterson&lt;/a&gt;&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/4675774464490902828-6574683552406592155?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6574683552406592155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6574683552406592155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6574683552406592155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6574683552406592155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-812-30-message.html' title='John 8:12-30 (The Message)'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3981746586500355857</id><published>2008-07-02T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:28:46.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My chocolate fortune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGs78sGT6SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JsWl1r-NZME/s1600-h/IMG_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGs78sGT6SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JsWl1r-NZME/s400/IMG_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218330507054672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3981746586500355857?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3981746586500355857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3981746586500355857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3981746586500355857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3981746586500355857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-chocolate-fortune.html' title='My chocolate fortune.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGs78sGT6SI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JsWl1r-NZME/s72-c/IMG_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3465163788867591515</id><published>2008-06-30T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:48:37.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind me again why I'm here.</title><content type='html'>I think I've gone to this point may times. But the college years are very confusing. At the point where you think that just maybe you've figured your life out, or atleast a direction, something changes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to go to school, for cosmetology, I was eager. But that was 8 months prior to actually being accepted. I think now, looking back, I should have just moved on. But curiosity got ahold of me. There were things that were far more interesting, one being studying aboard. The hardest part about turning down that opportunity was that I had dropped out of cosmetology school a couple weeks prior to the trip. It was frustrating. I think that was the moment I regretted ever going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now I'm a bit more calm about the situation. Although I have $1,900 worth of loans to pay back for an education I didn't like, or enjoy. But that is the price you pay for going out on a limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I attended an orientation or open house for a school in Ventura, CA. I was first approached by this school in what would have been my senior year in highschool (I had graduated the August before my senior year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought about why I didn't go. Was it the money? Was it the distance? Was it Nathan?  But in the end it was a good decision for one reason: it was the wrong path. The program I was looking into was Visual Jounalism. The one type of photography that I'm shy about. It's the "there is an event grab your camera" kind of photography. Something you're born to do. I don't think that's my forte to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brook's Institute of Photography has two campuses in California. Santa Barbara, and Ventura. Santa Barbara is primarily photography, while Ventura is a mixed media type of campus offering video, journalism, and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting next to my bookshelf, tossing papers, magazines, just random objects that possed no value. I came to my Brook's "booklet". It was basically a file folder with various course introductions. I looked through it with every intention of throwing it away. But as I glanced through the "Professional Photography" booklet, my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there wondering why it seems so impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3465163788867591515?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3465163788867591515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3465163788867591515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3465163788867591515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3465163788867591515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/06/remind-me-again-why-im-here.html' title='Remind me again why I&apos;m here.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5820226096220201549</id><published>2008-06-29T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:12:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliest Day of the Week.</title><content type='html'>I've found that as I've gotten older, Sunday has become increasingly lonely. I still haven't figured out entirely why, but I can say I dread Sunday every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a junior higher Sunday was my social day. It was the day that I spent with the youth group, at church, at lunch. The rest of the day was a relaxing day before the week started over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In highschool the pattern repeated, Sunday was the day I saw all of my friends. But when I  moved Junior year, Sunday no longer possessed it's potential anymore. Going to other churches was really out of the question for me. I was 16, and pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved back to Fresno, at 18, I continued going to church but Sunday's were not as they use to be. I often came home alone, and spent the afternoon alone while most of my friends went home to their families. Father and Mother's day were the worst. I always had to work the Monday after, so those days were full of me wishing I could skip forward a day or fly to where my parents were. The emotional annoyance of being 18 and not celebrating Mother and Father's day was something I never really expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started to pull out of church activities, Sunday's became very depressing. I felt judged, looked at, ignored, and forgotten all at once. Sunday became the day that made me sick, physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to take back Sunday's but even when I wake up I feel sad. The entire day I yearn for human contact, but often times it doesn't help. It's the day of shopping by yourself, no phone calls, no "facebook" comments or "myspace" messages. The day of canceled plans, goodbyes, fights, and the day before the week starts all over again. But sometimes, all I'm waiting for is the week to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel loneliest on Sundays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5820226096220201549?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5820226096220201549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5820226096220201549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5820226096220201549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5820226096220201549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/06/loneliest-day-of-week.html' title='Loneliest Day of the Week.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8899269375738738542</id><published>2008-06-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:55:25.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan a good day for me</title><content type='html'>Lord, I hope this day is good&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' empty and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should&lt;br /&gt;But Lord I hope this day is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, have you forgotten me?&lt;br /&gt;I been prayin to you faithfully&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful Lord you know I am&lt;br /&gt;But Lord I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need fortune and I don't need fame&lt;br /&gt;Send down the thunder, Lord, send down the rain&lt;br /&gt;But when you're plannin just how it will be&lt;br /&gt;Plan a good day for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hope this day is good&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin empty and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should&lt;br /&gt;But Lord I hope this day is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been the king since the dawn of time&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm askin is a little less crime&lt;br /&gt;It might be hard for the devil to do&lt;br /&gt;But it would be easy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hope this day is good&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin empty and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should&lt;br /&gt;But Lord I hope this day is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lee Ann Womack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8899269375738738542?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8899269375738738542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8899269375738738542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8899269375738738542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8899269375738738542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/06/plan-good-day-for-me.html' title='Plan a good day for me'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-463303056038235305</id><published>2008-05-31T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:45:59.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days.</title><content type='html'>Nathan leaves for London, England today, at 9am, 5/31 (PST). He arrives there at 7AM, 6/1 (England). He'll be gone for 15 days. Just keep him in your thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-463303056038235305?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/463303056038235305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=463303056038235305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/463303056038235305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/463303056038235305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/05/15-days.html' title='15 days.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4823849480470667006</id><published>2008-05-27T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:56:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey, Hospitals, and mon besoin.</title><content type='html'>I guess you go through life hoping you won't have to interact with the hospital. At least that's how I feel. The few times I have been to the hospital have been brief. I can remember almost every time as well. &lt;u&gt;I don't like hospital&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like doctors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday started out like every day, except it was a holiday. (Which is always a great feeling). By 12:30, Nathan and I were meeting a friend, John, at Target. I was going to be driving his 1972 bug, to get a feel for driving a [small] stick shift car. After test driving and lunch we decided to meet eachother at the inline hockey rink at 3. I went with Nathan and John went on his way. We were hoping to meet up with 2 or 3 other people at the rink as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise their was a group of probably 15 already on the rink. We would always say these were "the pros", the full gear players. Nathan decided to play with them, while waiting for John and the others. He played with them and eventually our friends showed up and we had a good size game going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 Nathan and another player collided. They hit each other right in the head, and due to the fact neither was wearing a helmet there was a bit of a concern. Nathan right away got off the rink, and as we sat there I looked over his face. The impact happened right above his left eye. It was evident that we needed to go to the hospital as a thumb sized dent started to form above his eyebrow. A bump maybe would not raise alarm, but this dent did. We were at the hospital by 5 and in the trauma room by 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being examined by many a surprised doctor, and a CT scan he was demeaned okay. He fractured the bone, and it collapsed into his frontal sinuses. From what I understand, it sounded like it was the best thing that could have happened. The dent was because the sinuses were there. Almost like they caught the injury and protected his brain (as the skull was created to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan remained calm the entire time. I could tell he was in pain, I could tell it hurt. I felt weak, I wanted to take his pain away, but I couldn't. I didn't know what was going on, I didn't know what would happen. I was scared. But I remained calm, because he did. Here he is, injured and telling me it's going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes fear and pain to realize who you love, why you love them and why they love you.  I was born to love him. I couldn't be more thankful for that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me he needs me. But I think, in that moment of fear, I realized how much I needed him too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4823849480470667006?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4823849480470667006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4823849480470667006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4823849480470667006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4823849480470667006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/05/hockey-hospitals-and-mon-besoin.html' title='Hockey, Hospitals, and mon besoin.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4950679170164362036</id><published>2008-05-19T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:38:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good weekend.</title><content type='html'>I've had a good weekend. Has a nice ring to it. You know? Heh. It's just uplifting to have one. I've had the flu (actually, I don't know what it was), I've had life happening. But, I was able to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these times in your life you need a boost. I can recall many times where it seemed like life was kicking my butt, I didn't think I would survive. But right at that moment something good happens. Whether it'd be someone saying "hey some people are coming over.. wanna hang out?", family just being like "Barnes and Noble sounds fun! Lets hop in the car!" or flowers after a bad day. I smiled at the thought of those memories. Those moments I will remember forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4950679170164362036?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4950679170164362036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4950679170164362036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4950679170164362036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4950679170164362036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-weekend.html' title='A good weekend.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2284116707052644234</id><published>2008-05-15T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:06:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you happy?</title><content type='html'>I mean really happy? Do you sit and wonder that ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. I have. I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a mere 2 months in cosmetology school, I can say this does not make me happy. I think I justified fascination with happiness or interest. But it was eagerness that took over. Last Wednesday I tried to quit, I tried. But I was encouraged. This Wednesday, yesterday, I'm.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today in terrible pain and I don't know what it's from. Stress? probably. But I was so sick that I missed work. I lasted an hour at school. Before I left however I met with a financial aid adviser. I've been encouraged again. To quit.&lt;br /&gt; (No no, she didn't tell me to quit.. I just can, financially...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I quit a lot? Yes. But I also know what makes me happy. If I do this, I don't think I'll ever be happy. Am I disappointed? Yes, but I tried, I tried and I didn't succeed. I will move on now, to bigger (and better) things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2284116707052644234?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2284116707052644234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2284116707052644234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2284116707052644234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2284116707052644234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-makes-you-happy.html' title='What makes you happy?'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-9209226364258506711</id><published>2008-05-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:02:07.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France, Cosmetology and The Beatles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prologue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I signed up I was hoping that drama was for 14 year olds and I wouldn't have any. After about 4 weeks without drama, I still had it in my head that "hey, we're a pretty mature group of people.. atleast with eachother (15 at the time)". But shortly after that we had new students, 2 phones stolen, 1 wallet.. So now it's basically new vs old, with some of us just moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think personally I couldn't trust anyone from day 1, but it was hard not too cause everyone was so nice and so willing to be friendly. Our count was at 20 when we got 5 new students last week. That's about the time the room imploded. Our once very respectable, quiet, group turned into loud, obnoxious high school types. Our teacher would often turned to the new students and go, "I swear they are not normally like this.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I woke up Wednesday, my hear sank. I looked at the clock, late as the pass 3 weeks have made me, I took a breath, and went back to bed. I would not go today. By 9 o' clock I woke and as the tears rolled down my face I sat there wondering what I was doing with my life and why I stopped trying. I corresponded with a friend, at school, via text message, she tried to cheer me up but all I could say was "this isn't for me". I had given up, whole heartily. I felt so dragged down by being just "not good enough" and feeling like the black sheep, with a side of ugly duckling. I had no attachment, no hope and there was no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon with a friend, a recent beauty school graduate. She listened as I laid my sob story down, and explained feeling so ill prepared, and untalented. She gave me the best advice she could, and we just tried to enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While out, my phone rang (ironically I was in the AT&amp;amp;T store). I was surprised to hear someone from school on the other end. It was a teacher. I was quite confused. This teacher was more of a acquaintance, when I went to a beauty school forum (hairshow type thing) she was our "guardian". She's a nice person. (Side note: A week earlier I had requested to be in her class, I never followed through.. wtg, Whitnee). She had explained that my friend (the same friend I had text messaged with) had told her that I wasn't doing too well, and she was worried about me. After talking to her for about 10 minutes, she told me she'd talk to my dean and set up a meeting. By the end of the day I had a 1PM appointment, Thursday with my Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thursdays are my working days, so my appointment turned into a long lunch. The appointment didn't get me very far. I was encouraged to go back to class, and stick it out. I could switch to nights after I tested out. But beyond that, it was better for me not to switch. The reason being that nights had their own schedule and so did days. I'd end up reviewing everything I had already learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday: &lt;/span&gt;I got an interesting message from a classmate. It asked if I was switching to nights. It wasn't a classmate I often "shared" with. (Unless I wanted to share with her and the school). Anyway.. I was interested in this. So I decoded further. I texted message someone I did trust. I asked her plainly, "Were they talking about me on Wednesday?" and she replied "Yes". It was at that moment that my insecurities about my skills met with my insecurities about me, personally. I didn't know what to think. But I was hurt. What could they say about me? I'm considerate to everyone, I have to be, that's who I am. If I'm mean, it's on accident, and I will always apologize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6:40pm and later: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My friend later called me to explain what had happened Wednesday. I couldn't believe what I heard. You should have a pretty good reason to call someone a "bitch" in front of people. This person's reason was ridiculous. They believed, because I wasn't hanging with them or as they said "was being different", that I would complain about them or that I had complained about them to the dean. (Hence being the reason I would act different). You'd think if you have 4 complaints about you, you'd keep your mouth shut. Well, remember, this is highschool revisited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me tell you&lt;/span&gt;, I'm trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; drama, why would I complain about someone? Even if I felt uncomfortable, I'm going to keep to myself. I have never talked to the dean about anyone. When I was there Thursday, I told her I wanted to switch because I believe solely that I was behind everyone else, my skills were not up to par..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was told no last week. Tomorrow I start night school. What changed their minds, I don't know. But the moral to the story is pray before you give up. That's something Nathan reminded me to do this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from France today. My friend is there, and it was quite nice to get it. I have a reason to take some memorable photos of our little area... He's gone for 2 years, pretty heavy commitment, but I think he's enjoying himself. I hope atleast. He seems happy in his e-mails and his letter had me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well That was more than enough for me, this post, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xox,&lt;br /&gt;Whitnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5" width="330" height="270" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend posted this on myspace, I really liked it..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;"You say you want a revolution&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know&lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it's evolution&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know&lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;But when you talk about destruction&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that you can count me out&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's gonna be all right&lt;br /&gt;all right, all right  "&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revolution&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-9209226364258506711?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/9209226364258506711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=9209226364258506711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/9209226364258506711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/9209226364258506711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/05/france-cosmetology-and-beatles.html' title='France, Cosmetology and The Beatles..'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4302754535609845434</id><published>2008-04-28T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:16:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you hadn't notice, I'm falling behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa03m83AWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u2ap3Aac3Uo/s1600-h/FH000020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa03m83AWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u2ap3Aac3Uo/s200/FH000020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194538087660061026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa0uG83AVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AQjFDctpL9o/s1600-h/FH000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa0uG83AVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AQjFDctpL9o/s200/FH000019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194537924451303762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written a month later, which doesn't surprise me. I tend to write a lot than fall behind. I've been very busy and haven't had time to write my thoughts down. I'm barely thinking right now as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty school can be defined pretty much as a "challenge", and/or "highschool as seen in the movie Carrie". Anything along those lines. It's hard to really be yourself, because everything is under a microscope. Every word you say can be bottle up and taken out later. We've been warned. Will we learn? Probably not. It'll take someone getting their feelings hurt. Which, infact, has already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't let that stop me, some days I feel like the ugly duckling, and some days I feel higher than a kite.  I can't take it personal but it's so hard when things are said. By the way, whoever coined the phrase "..but words will never hurt me", was full of it, that or scared to admit it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time, mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, whitnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa08283AXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rqYEESoAR6s/s1600-h/FH000005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa08283AXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rqYEESoAR6s/s200/FH000005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194538177854374258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4302754535609845434?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4302754535609845434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4302754535609845434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4302754535609845434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4302754535609845434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-case-you-hadnt-notice-im-falling.html' title='In case you hadn&apos;t notice, I&apos;m falling behind.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SBa03m83AWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/u2ap3Aac3Uo/s72-c/FH000020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-1503380676310981348</id><published>2008-03-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:51:57.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from the interwob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R-3m36Fa0lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aUo12z_eUmY/s1600-h/mispronouncing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R-3m36Fa0lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aUo12z_eUmY/s200/mispronouncing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183052594332488274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;image ©xkcd.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-1503380676310981348?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1503380676310981348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=1503380676310981348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1503380676310981348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1503380676310981348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/break-from-interwob.html' title='A break from the interwob.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R-3m36Fa0lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aUo12z_eUmY/s72-c/mispronouncing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-7403655072355298208</id><published>2008-03-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:13:03.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day: Accomplished.</title><content type='html'>First day of cosmetology school, check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-7403655072355298208?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7403655072355298208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=7403655072355298208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/7403655072355298208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/7403655072355298208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day-accomplished.html' title='First Day: Accomplished.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4290598577984288521</id><published>2008-03-18T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:37:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pismo in March.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo16.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo19.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo22.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo21.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo15.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo14.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo13.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo10.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/pismo1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4290598577984288521?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4290598577984288521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4290598577984288521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4290598577984288521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4290598577984288521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/pismo-in-march.html' title='Pismo in March.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6963306458823167424</id><published>2008-03-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:15:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Template remix.</title><content type='html'>I had to re-edit the html on the previous template, I used an existing template by &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/detonatedlove"&gt;detonatedlove♥&lt;/a&gt; and used the graphics (and design) by &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/heartsout"&gt;HEARTS{out}&lt;/a&gt;. I really like both of their work, they are very talent girls. Please let me know how my layout now looks. I am hoping for a cleaner, (and functioning layout), with the same basic principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I would build something from scratch but today has been interesting: work, than taxes than layout editing. Story of my life, I'll leave the layouts to the younger generation :P (I cannot believe I can say that AND be serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-6963306458823167424?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6963306458823167424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6963306458823167424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6963306458823167424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6963306458823167424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/template-remix.html' title='Template remix.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8306739317261911473</id><published>2008-03-15T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:59:05.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>First, I added a new template today! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/heartsout"&gt;HEARTS{out}&lt;/a&gt; at blogskins.com! Took me awhile to fiddle it to my liking, but I think its good now! But I was exhausted at 9:00pm, and it's 1:45AM now, so I'm not sure if I'm just so tired I can't tell or if it passed. Ha! oh well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nathan, and a few friends of ours went to Pismo Beach today! Crazy, going to the beach in March! (Actually whats crazier is that Spring Break is next week for most kids in my area). It was VERY nice there, and I think we all had a good time! We also ventured out to San Luis Obispo, which was fun too! Did shopping, which, how could that be bad? They have a three story Urban Outfitters! I must also add that every employee in SLO was SO nice! I wish some of the employees at our Sephora and Urban Outfitters were that well hired. *uh hm* Anyway, that was enjoyable! I took many pictures, for fun, and just enjoyed myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of March 24th, I will be a fulltime Cosmetology student. Mon-Wed, 8 to 6:30. It'll be grueling but worth it in the long run, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope. *gulp* &lt;/span&gt;I am enjoying my last normal weekend before it starts. Next weekend is Easter, which will be interesting with orientation on Friday Morning and having to be back Sunday evening. ah well! It'll work out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my little update to cyber space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R9uOymQZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nwiFuVbUZng/s1600-h/14464515_00_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R9uOymQZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nwiFuVbUZng/s200/14464515_00_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177889196506472706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this dress, tried it on, and will hopefully buy it some time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$58 at &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp;jsessionid=9EAC7CF22CC985E0EAC0F86330E6EC17.app11-node2?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=10&amp;amp;id=14464515&amp;amp;parentid=W_APP_DRESSES&amp;amp;sortProperties=+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=70&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=00"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R9uPc2QZ4RI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aZqNT7Tjz5c/s1600-h/P194718_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R9uPc2QZ4RI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aZqNT7Tjz5c/s200/P194718_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177889922355945746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;definitely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bought this today. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$36 at &lt;a href="http://sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P194718&amp;amp;categoryId=C10461"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8306739317261911473?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8306739317261911473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8306739317261911473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8306739317261911473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8306739317261911473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopping-extraordinaire.html' title='Shopping Extraordinaire'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R9uOymQZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nwiFuVbUZng/s72-c/14464515_00_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4648196060015612273</id><published>2008-03-02T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:26:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Claws</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd share this link, for the cat lovers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catclaws.com/"&gt;http://www.catclaws.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R8uFH1k23yI/AAAAAAAAADw/_Z0YrohyMuw/s1600-h/relaxacatwithcats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R8uFH1k23yI/AAAAAAAAADw/_Z0YrohyMuw/s200/relaxacatwithcats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173374966652395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw this and really liked it, being that I have cats, I thought this was neat. The above pictured is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;M.A.X. Relax A Cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scratcher&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For $45 your cat can have fun, or be lazy! M.A.X. has a lot of other fun shapes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing around &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.etsy.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt; and found this adorable &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=9337962"&gt;clutch/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wristlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R8uKWVk23zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vmMFhreHM5E/s1600-h/il_430xN.18809707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R8uKWVk23zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vmMFhreHM5E/s200/il_430xN.18809707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173380713318637362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Katrina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wristlet&lt;/span&gt; is made by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=4466"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PopulationOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adorable and even has card slots on the inside! This very cute, very chic, item is $32, and comes in more than one color and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4648196060015612273?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4648196060015612273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4648196060015612273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4648196060015612273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4648196060015612273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/cat-claws.html' title='Cat Claws'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R8uFH1k23yI/AAAAAAAAADw/_Z0YrohyMuw/s72-c/relaxacatwithcats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3169445571623812381</id><published>2008-02-25T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:32:40.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Interlude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LINKIN PARk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Somewhere I Belong"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When this began)&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused)&lt;br /&gt;And I let it all out to find&lt;br /&gt;That I’m not the only person with these things in mind&lt;br /&gt;(Inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;But all the vacancy the words revealed&lt;br /&gt;Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose)&lt;br /&gt;Just stuck, hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused)&lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere only to find&lt;br /&gt;That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind&lt;br /&gt;(So what am I)&lt;br /&gt;What do I have but negativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long&lt;br /&gt;(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never know myself until I do this on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never be anything till I break away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will break away, I'll find myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long&lt;br /&gt;(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsCD5XCu6CM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsCD5XCu6CM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3169445571623812381?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3169445571623812381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3169445571623812381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3169445571623812381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3169445571623812381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/musical-interlude.html' title='Musical Interlude.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6630403819289387688</id><published>2008-02-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:59:53.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday: Hobbies, the day before noon, and the flu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another epiphany. Well it wasn't entirely an an epiphany I would say (cause I've known it all along) but I've come to yet another conclusion! I really needed a hobby. I had already set my eyes on sewing (again) and today I bought the remaining supplies to begin making &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/Craft%20Projects/FashionClutch_bookimg.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; I also ended up with &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Mela_/Craft%20Projects/2951.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; So all in all I have my new hobby started, at least a little bit. Couple trips for zippers, and other miscellaneous things, and I'll be able to finish the second project as well! I will be using the fabric I mentioned a couple posts back for both projects, actually. Here is a direct link to both of the pattern books I mentioned earlier as well (the source of many ideas for my new hobby.) Lotta Jansdotter's &lt;a href="http://www.chroniclebooks.com/index/_mp,book_info/_s,books/_pid,6360/_cp,1_4_22/_t,Lotta_Jansdotter/"&gt;Simple Sewing&lt;/a&gt; and Amy Butler's &lt;a href="http://www.chroniclebooks.com/index/_mp,book_info/_s,books/_pid,5930/_cp,1_4_22/_t,Amy_Butler/"&gt;In Stitches.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clutch (my first project) is on page 131 of "In Stitches". I'm hoping this will help with the down time I tend to have on Sunday's and other random days. Just something to focus my energy on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; noon. &lt;/span&gt;It's been a couple days since I've been up before noon. This whole week being sick has worn me out, and I barely did anything. But everyday I wasn't up early, I felt lazy and unproductive. (Which is what I was being). So I've made it a little goal to get better at not sleeping away my day and experiencing the day before noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my flu. It's pretty much gone. I'm left with a cough, which, is way better than most everything I had this week. I'm alive, that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, Nathan and I helped out at a Sickle Cell Anemia Benefit downtown. We helped my boss, and his partner (for the event), they're photographers. We brought along with us a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dye-sublimation_printer"&gt;printer&lt;/a&gt;. It prints instantly from the camera to the printer. Which impressed guests who were use to waiting in the mail for their photograph. As an added bonus: the photographs are better than normal printed photos. After 2 hours, however, even I became a little weary of putting photographs in sleeves. All in all it was fun and I was glad to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been especially nice lately. I was able to enjoy it this weekend, even if it was just walking to my car, I walked just a little slower to enjoy the breeze, and sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-6630403819289387688?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6630403819289387688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6630403819289387688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6630403819289387688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6630403819289387688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-hobbies-day-before-noon-and-flu.html' title='Sunday: Hobbies, the day before noon, and the flu.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8637554921572313217</id><published>2008-02-11T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T03:32:49.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLJ4MXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/agbmcEXCU_o/s1600-h/9872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLJ4MXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/agbmcEXCU_o/s320/9872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165683939805519554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLZ4MXtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZQgwv8IjYE4/s1600-h/9887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLZ4MXtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZQgwv8IjYE4/s320/9887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165683944100486866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLZ4MXuI/AAAAAAAAADo/NBPbB9M1vPs/s1600-h/9928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLZ4MXuI/AAAAAAAAADo/NBPbB9M1vPs/s320/9928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165683944100486882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I spent the majority of today with fever. I haven't had one of those for along time. It caused a pretty serious headache all day too. So I spent my Sunday watching movies with Nathan and trying to cope with it. I don't mind a low-key Sunday, actually I prefer it. Less to do is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot went very well on Saturday! It was a lot of fun! We drove around town looking for interesting places. My favourite time was as the sun went down, and the sky was orange. It made for some interesting exposures. My model, Corina(my best friend), was really patient with me as I figured out the camera (that I borrowed), looked for creative inspiration and as I asked her to sit in trees. Heh, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crash course in manual mode.  I've never actually used a digital SLR. Yeah I've played around with them but never learned the manual menus. I do however have a lot of experience with film cameras, so once I figured out how to translate what I knew about film, to digital, it made the whole day a lot easier. Next photoshoot I do, I hope to use more F stops, rather than just shutterspeeds (I made it less complicated by being on manual mode, with a set f-stop and flipping through the shutterspeeds). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah, it was so refreshing to be photographing again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8637554921572313217?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8637554921572313217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8637554921572313217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8637554921572313217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8637554921572313217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/R7AyLJ4MXsI/AAAAAAAAADY/agbmcEXCU_o/s72-c/9872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5688141473515578040</id><published>2008-02-06T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:42:09.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 37: 1AM, again!</title><content type='html'>Is it really one in the morning? Another night in a row? Wow. No wonder I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest inspirations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hotography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been doing this at all lately. This past weekend, however, I took the opportunity to take as many photos as I could, being that a mutual friend is heading to France tomorrow (for 2 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Lomography (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.Lomography.com"&gt;www.Lomography.com&lt;/a&gt;) "Fish Eye" camera that I have been dying to use, and develop film from. (I probably paid way too much for this film/novelty camera but oh well.) So I finished off a roll and a half, and I cannot wait to develop it. Here's a description of this nove cam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"The world’s only 35mm camera with a built-in fisheye lens! It sees a sweeping 170-degree view – compacting everything around you into a compact circular image. Get right up to your subject’s nose for slamming distortion effects. Huge depth of field renders both the foreground and background in complete focus. Its premium glass lens offers bright colors and knockout contrast. Rocks a built-in electronic flash for use day or night. Uses normal 35mm film that can be processed anywhere." -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;www.Lomography.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can easily get one at Urban Oufitters, or at Lomography's &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.Lomography.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. But beware camera aficionados, the website offers many a cool tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of cool tools. I have discovered the Canon 5D. A little late, I know, but I am still rather impressed by this FULL FRAME camera. At $1500 (on Ebay, $2,000 elsewhere) you can own this well rated machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to stick to the little gun of my price range. The Rebel Xti. It's about all I need for my purposes, and a huge step from the point-and-shoots that I am accustomed too. Luckily I'll be taking one out this Saturday for a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: A new Rebel is in town.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebel XSi&lt;/span&gt; is 12.2 megapixel (a small jump from the Xti's 10 megapixels), digital SLR. If anyone would like to donate one to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I prefer the black....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Otherwise I will stick to saving.  For more on Canon's newest Rebel &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=139&amp;amp;modelid=16303#ModelTechSpecsAct"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Inspirations&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fabric; &lt;/span&gt;While at a fabric store the other day, I fell across a 99 cent roll of pink polka dot material. I than bought 10 yards of it and called it a day. It's a light weight fabric, but very fun. I haven't decided what to do with it yet, but it's still here, being inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pattern books; &lt;/span&gt;Since picking up a book in San Francisco, two trips ago, I have picked up one more. These books have neat photographs with directions on simple to difficult sewing projects. Good thing I have that 10 yards. For more hobby books please visit the publisher of my two books, &lt;a href="http://www.chroniclebooks.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;amp;cPath=1_4_22&amp;amp;store=books"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graphic Design//Photoshop//CMYK; &lt;/span&gt;I'm trying to fill my life with inspirational design and work that I admire. It's not hard to find awesome works of digital art, but remembering and learning from is a whole 'nother story. As I enter the world of fashion, hair and graphic design I'm starting to cut, save, notice design around me. It's paying off creatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that does it, folks. Been to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5688141473515578040?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5688141473515578040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5688141473515578040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5688141473515578040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5688141473515578040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-37-1am-again.html' title='Day 37: 1AM, again!'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5341236816297278987</id><published>2008-02-05T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:53:40.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36: No caption.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="273"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bGaElV7giU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bGaElV7giU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="273"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5341236816297278987?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5341236816297278987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5341236816297278987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5341236816297278987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5341236816297278987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-36-no-caption.html' title='Day 36: No caption.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-518999388279882436</id><published>2008-01-25T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:18:55.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25, 2008: A day to reflect.</title><content type='html'>Today was my twentieth birthday. I had more well wishes than I could ever know what to do with. It was very uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains. Wow. See in the valley, as most people know, we don't often see the Sierra Nevada's but today, they were beautiful. It was like a smile and blessing from God. As I'm driving see something that I've never see from Fresno. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better day, weather wise. It was sunny with clouds. Chilly but not freezing. And the rain? What rain! I had a whole day without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my day at work, which was fine. I really do like working there (despite missing a few days here or there). I enjoy what I work on, and figuring it out. When I get frustrated, I close it. I go back to it later. Etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt really good about the day.  I appreciated all the people who took the time out to show they cared, on a day that is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came home, changed and waited for Nathan, we headed to dinner. We spent the night with our friends, who I love dearly. Each one of them brings a different personality to the table. It was kind of neat to intermingle, my friends and his. It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I thank God for every moment of the day, even the moments where I felt a little uncertain or a little overwhelmed. I just had to keep taking deep breaths and remembering why I'm here, why I live and how to live. To laugh, smile and have a good time. Life isn't perfect. But today was my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-518999388279882436?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/518999388279882436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=518999388279882436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/518999388279882436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/518999388279882436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-25-2008-day-to-reflect.html' title='Day 25, 2008: A day to reflect.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2216156677668260279</id><published>2008-01-24T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:56:04.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24, 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. I've come to realize that when I wake up in the morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its hard to find something worth getting out of bed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyday this week has been a struggle to get up and out of bed. In fact I didn't go into work twice this week, merely because I didn't feel like getting out of bed. As I sit and contemplate why that is, I can't think of anything. I merely cannot find "something worth getting out of bed for." I think I've gotten considerably lazy in the past few months. I've always been a night owl, but lately it's been worse than just staying up late. It's the urge to just not move, and pretend I'm tired, which I'm not, and go back to sleep when I'm not even a bit tired. Or I am tired but its not a physical tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mentally anguished, inwardly tired and outwardly frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've emotionally gotten worse since Christmas. I suppose the last Christmas as a teenager made me feel more like an adult than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for the past twenty years I put too much pressure and focus on presents. Well I wouldn't say presents sucked this year so I don't think thats it. It's the identity of Christmas in my life that I miss. I miss setting up the tree, being excited about Christmas eve and Christmas it's self. Why did I loose so much of that this year? I'm baffled by it, but it has me more depressed than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life has me feeling lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should be living life to the fullest, and loving every moment. Something inside me is holding me back. My attitude right now is sore, and my personality is really lacking. I feel bad for those around me, for friends and for my loved ones. Especially Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'm pushing the love of my life away. It's in those moments that I hate myself. It doesn't help to feel that way, because it begins the cycle all over again. I'm encouraged when he tells me he loves me, and it helps me remember I can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end of the day, the last 15 or 20 minutes, are with God. Those are the moments where I tell him he's the only reason I'm sane. Those 15 minutes are the only peace in my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2216156677668260279?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2216156677668260279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2216156677668260279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2216156677668260279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2216156677668260279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-24-2008.html' title='Day 24, 2008.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3735625828845349582</id><published>2008-01-22T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:57:17.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath Ledger: 1979 - 2008</title><content type='html'>When a young person dies, you really sit back and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;To die at 28 years old, is to wonder if you've ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;People die everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Even when a celebrity dies, you feel it. (it's in the news, its in your face).&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they had such a life ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nzherald.co.nz/section/1501119/story.cfm?c_id=1501119&amp;amp;objectid=10488283"&gt;The story..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3735625828845349582?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3735625828845349582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3735625828845349582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3735625828845349582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3735625828845349582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-1979-2008.html' title='Heath Ledger: 1979 - 2008'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3196368697720081317</id><published>2008-01-10T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:48:33.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to growing up.</title><content type='html'>It's funny that you can sit back and see what in your life needs to change but never actually get to that point. It's in reach but it almost has an invisibility of some sort, and it's kind of mocking you. It's like you already have hindsight but you're just not listening, are you?  Yeah, me either. It's a lot harder than it seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3196368697720081317?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3196368697720081317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3196368697720081317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3196368697720081317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3196368697720081317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/ode-to-growing-up.html' title='Ode to growing up.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3535431444579592123</id><published>2008-01-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:25:38.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 25th.</title><content type='html'>For the sake of my sanity I hope my birthday is not another downer.&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3535431444579592123?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3535431444579592123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3535431444579592123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3535431444579592123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3535431444579592123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-25th.html' title='January 25th.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2617115353970754310</id><published>2007-12-26T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:16:47.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is</title><content type='html'>Learning about family history is always interesting. It's always quite refreshing to hear about the good times and learn when your grandparents got married, how they originally met and about your grandmother's sisters (especially when you find she has 5!). But there is the stories of why two sisters who not only haven't spoken since 1982, but that the fight was over a quilt. Senseless it seems that for 25 years two sisters would fight over something so material. One sister is now in her 90s while my grandma is 72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my grandfather's side I learned of the name changes and of my famous relatives. Our last name was changed several generations before mine, because of a bootlegger in town, my great great grandfather was "a religious man" and changed the name to "Carlson" because of this bootlegger. My great grandfather restored our last name and thus is how I am not a Carlson. "Country Inn's &amp;amp; Suites by Carlson", amongst other things, were started by my grandfather's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through the book of family history, which dates back to the 1500s, a Finish family who moved to Sweden. As I looked through, my grandmother told me stories. I than looked over old photographs, of her wedding, of her sisters and brothers (4 in total), and of my grandfather. She pointed and named everyone in her wedding party. This is when she pointed to Bruce, my grandfather's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted, my grandpa, and Bruce had been best friends since high school. They had many traditions, including a weekly breakfast or lunch. My grandmother, grandpa and Bruce would even take trips together. As my grandfather got older, and Alzheimer's symptoms started to show, Bruce was always there for him. He would pick him up and drive him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather died February 14, 2006. He was 75. A couple weeks later Bruce's brother died due to complications in a "routine surgery". Bruce had lost his best friend and his brother within months of each other. His depression overwhelmed him. Than the unthinkable happened. Bruce, taken by his grief, jumped off of a 7 story building.. to his death. He left a son, who although older, still needed a father. Bruce's son still calls my grandmother on holiday's, in fact he called yesterday. I hope his heart is healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is sacred, and I know that my grandfather would have never wanted for Bruce to succumb in such a way. The bitter truth is that life hurts, joy diminishes and even the most happy people hide themselves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is fighting back, but even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hostile&lt;/span&gt; can overcome their deepest heartaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2617115353970754310?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2617115353970754310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2617115353970754310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2617115353970754310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2617115353970754310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is.html' title='Life is'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-1060710106706845142</id><published>2007-12-20T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:16:54.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merrrryy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/12/20/funny-pictures-i-eated-santy-paws/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/12/funny-pictures-i-ate-santa.jpg" alt="funny pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in southern California for the festivities this year, and have had a good week so far. Nathan drove down with me and is leaving today, on the train. It was fun just hanging out and seeing everyone (and the animals). Christmas is 5 days away! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cool thing: My Dad and I traded phones. Well sort of, he gave me his Samsung Blackjack and started using the Treo 650 again that I had used in the earlier part of this year. &lt;s&gt;One annoyance: My text messages haven't worked since we left the At&amp;amp;t store. (My sister needed a new phone, and my Dad needed a charger) :| Bum-mer. So I think we'll have to try again this afternoon, I'm not sure at all why they aren't working. But to pay for free text and they don't work? That's kind of lame. :/&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gots them fixed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a puppy sitting on my shoulders, and dog hair ALL over me. :) But that's how it should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Grades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span class="control"&gt;                                                          &lt;div&gt;                                                             &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                          &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                             &lt;p id="LIST_VAR2"&gt;Term GPA: 3.471&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table summary="Sections"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left oddrow"&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="LIST_VAR3_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="LIST_VAR3_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="LIST.VAR3_1" value="PE-13-00312" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_1"&gt;TENNIS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_1" value="TENNIS" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_1"&gt;B  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_1" value="B" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_1"&gt;    1.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CRED_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CRED_1" value="1.00" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CEUS right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CEUS_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CEUS_1" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="windowIdx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left evenrow"&gt;                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_2"&gt;INTRO GRAPH COMM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_2" value="INTRO GRAPH COMM" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_2"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_2" value="A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_2"&gt;2.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CRED_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CRED_2" value="2.00" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CEUS right evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CEUS_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CEUS_2" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="windowIdx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="LIST_VAR3_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="LIST.VAR3_3" value="GRC-27-36195" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_3"&gt;DIGITAL VIDEO PR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_3" value="DIGITAL VIDEO PR" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_3"&gt;C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_3" value="C" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_3"&gt;4.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CRED_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CRED_3" value="4.00" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CEUS right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CEUS_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CEUS_3" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="windowIdx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="LIST_VAR3_4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="LIST_VAR3_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="LIST.VAR3_4" value="GRC-20-36189" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_4"&gt;DESKTOP PUBLSH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_4" value="DESKTOP PUBLSH" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_4"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_4" value="A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_4"&gt;3.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CRED_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CRED_4" value="3.00" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CEUS right evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CEUS_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CEUS_4" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="windowIdx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="LIST_VAR3_5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="LIST_VAR3_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="LIST.VAR3_5" value="GRC-17-36188" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_5"&gt;ADOBE ILL/ILL SW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_5" value="ADOBE ILL/ILL SW" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_5"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_5" value="A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_5"&gt;3.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CRED_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CRED_5" value="3.00" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CEUS right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CEUS_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CEUS_5" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="windowIdx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="LIST_VAR3_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="LIST_VAR3_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="LIST.VAR3_6" value="GRC-39A-67129" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_6"&gt;GRAPHIC DESGN I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_6" value="GRAPHIC DESGN I" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_6"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_6" value="A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_6"&gt;3.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CRED_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CRED_6" value="3.00" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CEUS right evenrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_CEUS_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.CEUS_6" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                                 &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="windowIdx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="LIST_VAR3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_TITLE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_TITLE_7"&gt;INT TO MACINTOSH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_TITLE_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.TITLE_7" value="INT TO MACINTOSH" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE1_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE1_7" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE2_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE2_7" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE3_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE3_7" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE4_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE4_7" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE5_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE5_7" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6 left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_SCS_MID_TERM_GRADE6_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.SCS.MID.TERM.GRADE6_7" value="" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE left oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_7"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;label class="hidden" for="VAR_STC_VERIFIED_GRADE_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;input name="VAR.STC.VERIFIED.GRADE_7" value="A" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;/td&gt;                                                    &lt;td class="VAR_STC_CRED right oddrow"&gt;                                                       &lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;p id="VAR_STC_CRED_7"&gt;1.00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-1060710106706845142?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1060710106706845142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=1060710106706845142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1060710106706845142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1060710106706845142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/merrrryy-christmas.html' title='Merrrryy Christmas!'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-7063789324893460536</id><published>2007-12-18T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:41:32.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.17.07</title><content type='html'>Where are you Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I find you&lt;br /&gt;Why have you gone away&lt;br /&gt;Where is the laughter&lt;br /&gt;You used to bring me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I hear music play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is changing&lt;br /&gt;I'm rearranging&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean Christmas changes too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;The one you used to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same one&lt;br /&gt;See what the time's done&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you have let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere, oh&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here&lt;br /&gt;If you care, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is love in your heart and your mind&lt;br /&gt;You will feel like Christmas all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I know I've found you&lt;br /&gt;You never fade away&lt;br /&gt;The joy of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Stays here inside us&lt;br /&gt;Fills each and every heart with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Fill your heart with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where are you christmas&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith hill&lt;/span&gt; [version]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-7063789324893460536?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7063789324893460536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=7063789324893460536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/7063789324893460536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/7063789324893460536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/121707.html' title='12.17.07'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2470288677805112538</id><published>2007-12-15T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:56:50.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>As of today I am official a Cosmetology student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I don't start till February 11th but today I filled out all my paper work and figured out financial aid! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Praise God&lt;/span&gt; I didn't have to pay a $1,000 upfront! I'm paying payments.. so I'm fully funded and will be paying back my loan come six months after graduation (end of 2009). I am so thankful that I was funded for most of my cost. I will be paying about $80 a month while in school, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to cope with everything soon. Figure out, in a spread sheet, exactly what I cost a month, and figure out what I can limit, budget and spend. I'm pretty optimistic about life, even knowing it has major ups and downs, I just can't be down about it all the time! I have to keep going. Otherwise you fall too deep. etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing is how I vent though, so I apologize for anything I might write that may mislead you. I generally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to be optimistic. But we all know we don't always get what we want. Writing is my way of keeping out of trouble, if that makes sense. It's also my way of expressing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait in &lt;b&gt;hope&lt;/b&gt; for your salvation, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Genesis 49:18[MSG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be brave. Be strong. Don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;      Expect God to get here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 31:24 [MSG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this: God's eye is on those who respect him,&lt;br /&gt;      the ones who are looking for his love.&lt;br /&gt;   He's ready to come to their rescue in bad times;&lt;br /&gt;      in lean times he keeps body and soul together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 33:18 [MSG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We're depending on &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;      he's everything we need.&lt;br /&gt;   What's more, our hearts brim with joy&lt;br /&gt;      since we've taken for our own his holy name.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, with all you've got— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      that's what we're depending on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 33:22[MSG]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2470288677805112538?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2470288677805112538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2470288677805112538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2470288677805112538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2470288677805112538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4524849380192745882</id><published>2007-12-11T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:21:08.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>Four years, you'd think for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's all you've got to endure&lt;br /&gt;All the total dicks,&lt;br /&gt;All the stuck-up chicks&lt;br /&gt;So superficial,&lt;br /&gt;So immature&lt;br /&gt;And then when you graduate&lt;br /&gt;you take a look around and you say&lt;br /&gt;HEY WAIT&lt;br /&gt;This is the same as where I just came from&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world&lt;br /&gt;Is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed&lt;br /&gt;And who's having sex&lt;br /&gt;Who's got the money&lt;br /&gt;Who gets the honeys&lt;br /&gt;Who's kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;And who's just a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes, but the faces, the names and the trends&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the popular kids&lt;br /&gt;You'll never guess what Jessica did&lt;br /&gt;How did Mary Kate lose all that weight&lt;br /&gt;And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom's straight&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;Is climbing up that social ladder&lt;br /&gt;Still care about your hair and the car you drive&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you're sixteen or thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;br /&gt;She's the prom queen&lt;br /&gt;[High School Never Ends lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;Captain of the Chess team&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black&lt;br /&gt;The Clown&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;The quarterback&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed and who's having sex&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the club&lt;br /&gt;And who's on the drugs&lt;br /&gt;Who's throwing up, before they digest&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;And you still listen to the same shit you did back then&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole damn world is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who's the best dressed&lt;br /&gt;And who's having sex&lt;br /&gt;Who's got the money&lt;br /&gt;Who gets the honeys&lt;br /&gt;Who's kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;and who's just a mess&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And I still have the same three friends&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty much the same as I was back then&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Never Ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling for Soup &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Highschool Never Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4524849380192745882?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4524849380192745882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4524849380192745882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4524849380192745882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4524849380192745882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2824144212724119258</id><published>2007-12-10T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:38:31.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 274px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/12/funny-pictures-take-my-hand.jpg" alt="funny pictures" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find beauty in the simple, and I find beauty is simple really. It's everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with a friend about "Song of Solomon". I mentioned to him that I enjoyed the way Solomon wrote, and he said even Song of Solomon? I said yes, I said it's someone's honesty. I love honesty, no matter the subject. But honesty is also something that bruises to the core. It's like they are honestly saying you look terrible and as much as your like thanks for being honest, inside you are burning with grief at the fact that they would say such a thing! Oh what a double edge sword that one is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to talk about Song of Solomon, and both agreed that we'd understand it much better when each of us got married. It's understanding a person a certain way, taking a husband or wife, etc. For now I will appreciate it's simple beautiful honesty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 2AM and I'm sitting on my bed, listening to David Crowder Band. A band I have not listened to in a long time. I love them but I tired from hearing them. I am still amazed every time I hear them however. Boy do they impress me! This is completely random by the way and I had no point to it just to say that I love DCB and rediscovering them tonight was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Axis we have been studying the history of Christmas. I find it absolutely fascinating. People who do not know me well, will learn that I love to study history. I am actually a declared history major. I'm not pursuing that field, but it still intrigues me like no other thing. I love knowing why, how, and when. I am bias towards Ancient history, however, and favor Egyptian history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, learning about the people of the time makes me want to study it further. In the end it makes me want to go back to studying Latin. I'd sometime in my life like to learn French, Latin, Greek and Aramaic. I know that is a very tough goal, but it all really fascinates me, and I just want to know. Know as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I am going to head to bed, this post is turning into a middle of the night random train of thought. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2824144212724119258?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2824144212724119258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2824144212724119258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2824144212724119258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2824144212724119258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/come-and-listen.html' title='Come and listen.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4716777708973451454</id><published>2007-12-03T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:24:09.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's real easy.</title><content type='html'>It's simple to keep things to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But once and awhile everyone needs another person (people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer requests:&lt;br /&gt;1) Housing. I have to give up over thinking this.&lt;br /&gt;2) Money. Everyday is a struggle and a worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle, the "I want to grow up but can't, But I'm such a 'child' and I can't be that either", Limbo. Awful. I'd like to balance my innerchild with my outeradult. I want to calm down a little bit, I know so may people worry about these things, I just don't want to worry. I want to be responsible, but still have fun. I want to have fun but still be smart. I want to budget and still spend. I want to spend, and still save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm looking for encouragement, the "your not alone" kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/end of sappy, self-involved post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4716777708973451454?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4716777708973451454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4716777708973451454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4716777708973451454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4716777708973451454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-real-easy.html' title='It&apos;s real easy.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4604419342427006887</id><published>2007-12-02T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:39:57.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The so called</title><content type='html'>I was doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;Going to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm drowning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A's and B's don't pay the bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4604419342427006887?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4604419342427006887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4604419342427006887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4604419342427006887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4604419342427006887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-called.html' title='The so called'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-2196985216974278622</id><published>2007-11-29T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:20:40.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandwhit/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandwhit/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-2196985216974278622?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/2196985216974278622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=2196985216974278622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2196985216974278622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/2196985216974278622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5183358819781121324</id><published>2007-11-21T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:50:08.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/11/21/any-colder-and-mah-tail-will-ah/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 252px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/11/funny-pictures-no-tail-cat.jpg" alt="funny pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/11/22/happee-fangsgivings/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 445px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/11/funny-pictures-thanksgiving-hand-turkey-cat.jpg" alt="funny pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5183358819781121324?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5183358819781121324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5183358819781121324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5183358819781121324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5183358819781121324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy_21.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5100018120382785450</id><published>2007-11-20T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:07:15.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to take responsibility now.</title><content type='html'>But I sure as hell wish I had taken it a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in debt, at 19, how is this possible?! You know how? You make not enough to pay for everything you want (and feel you need). Which is selfish, juvenile and stupid on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hear "we wanted to call you... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before we sent you to collections.&lt;/span&gt;" EVER AGAIN. That is my vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape up or get sucked in further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5100018120382785450?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5100018120382785450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5100018120382785450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5100018120382785450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5100018120382785450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-to-take-responsibility-now.html' title='I have to take responsibility now.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8490849358712571602</id><published>2007-11-17T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T02:41:52.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a real blog, eh? Scatterbrained as this one might be.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in my room, it's almost 2AM again. I haven't gone to bed before 1AM in weeks. Probably will not be heading to bed anytime soon. It does explain my lack of energy and the many classes I have missed in those weeks. Thankfully I have understanding teachers, but regardless of them, I myself am not being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm just like screw it, I'm sleeping. Terrible, but this semester has been very boring. Yes I'm one of those kids who doesn't succeed if I'm bored. I'm completely capable of over achieving. That's also been pointed out by my classmates. "Oh stop over achieving!" (joke?) "Oh I'm not as good as you." I don't really enjoy comments like such, I feel spited, and targeted. Plus I knew my teacher from last semester so sometimes it looks like I am a teacher's pet. Oh joy. You get those same glares from your classmates you did in Junior High. Even in JH I would slack off mainly because I didn't want to be that teacher's pet. Oh how awful that really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice how spiteful&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am,&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can be&lt;/span&gt;. You should have seen the eye roll I gave my teacher when he announced our "group project". My teachers are fine with me, because for the most part I'm delightful, but I don't know what's been over me. I've even had a teacher ask me if I was "alright" after I snapped at him. He gently backed off as I responded with a "oh I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;". I would much rather be respectful and a delightful person but I've let go a lot more this semester. Let a lot out. That's why I am glad I will be only part time at City College. I need to be somewhat stimulated and active at school otherwise I'll end up more spiteful, and less liked. It's not a personality conflict, it's a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;/span&gt; - hate [heyt]&lt;br /&gt;verb, hat·ed, hat·ing, noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest: to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.&lt;br /&gt;2.    to be unwilling; dislike: I hate to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;3.    to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;4.    intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.&lt;br /&gt;5.    the object of extreme aversion or hostility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I am still muttering over past conflicts, that I want to be over but I'm not. I suppose my conflict can be described as thus: you leave a place, and you want to leave it forever, but for so long you called it home, metaphorically or otherwise, and so now there is a hole where your heart should have been. That sums it up, generically. Have you felt this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hate is a funny thing. Not funny.. hate is "interesting". I left the pronunciation of it up there. The idea of explaining hate to someone, well, I think it's a lot easier than explaining "air".  We use the word "hate" meaninglessly, just like "love". Or "hope" or "grace", or "thank you". And for those Christians, "I will pray for you". Over used words, and frankly many do not mean a thing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to feel I didn't know hate, or feel capable of hating someone or something. It's not until you actually hate someone that you go "wow, this is a very dark feeling." It's a lot easier to hate someone once you've let yourself hate one person. That's a pity really. It's a lot like lust. Not that you crave hate, but that you allow it to cover your mind and overflow your heart. Soon you're lost in it, drowning in it. It's so hard to get away from. And I struggle with it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to write my thoughts down. Feel free to share your feelings on the matter(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Please check out &lt;a href="http://www.shanalogic.com/"&gt;www.Shanalogic.com&lt;/a&gt;. I generally love what they have on showcase there. Plus who could beat this quote "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Support     artists -&lt;strong&gt; Buy handmade and feel good about every purchase!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I link &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;http://icanhascheezburger.com/ &lt;/a&gt;   Could make anyone happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8490849358712571602?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8490849358712571602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8490849358712571602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8490849358712571602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8490849358712571602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-about-real-blog-eh.html' title='How about a real blog, eh? Scatterbrained as this one might be.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-1410867517953972994</id><published>2007-11-16T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:19:38.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are always interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="visper_header_me"&gt;About Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 50px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="visper_aboutme_cat"&gt;Emotional&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="visper_aboutme_text"&gt;You're the strong and independent type, secure in your decisions. If you want something done right, you take care of it on your own.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="visper_aboutme_cat"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="visper_aboutme_text"&gt;You have a naturally curious mind. If there's something new that you want to learn, you're not afraid to ask questions or investigate on your own.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="visper_aboutme_cat"&gt;Physical&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="visper_aboutme_text"&gt;If the weather is nice, you like walking around your neighborhood. Going to the farmer's market or park is how you prefer to get in physical activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Information from Virtual Personality on Facebook's Top Friend's application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-1410867517953972994?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/1410867517953972994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=1410867517953972994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1410867517953972994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/1410867517953972994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/these-are-always-interesting.html' title='These are always interesting.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-4827032613706710498</id><published>2007-11-13T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:24:17.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passes by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well I know it's been years now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I don't look the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the hopes and dreams you had for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You thought went down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the room feels so empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where my pictures used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't say that I blame you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you can't blame me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause nothing's worth losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Especially the chance to make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know that we're gonna be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the tattooed mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Are gonna fade over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As long as we live, time passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we won't get it back when we die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[quoted from]Bowling for Soup&lt;/span&gt; - When We Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-4827032613706710498?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/4827032613706710498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=4827032613706710498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4827032613706710498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/4827032613706710498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-passes-by.html' title='Time Passes by.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8110567816426347298</id><published>2007-11-12T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:10:30.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you make the world a stage for me, than I hope that you can hear me scream.</title><content type='html'>Today I had my second interview with my hopefully-soon-to-be school. I however willnot be starting in January regardless of my next (and hopefully final) interview. This was not anything I could have stopped though. The girl one appointment ahead of me got the last remaining spot. But my representative said that she was ahead in the process than me either way. I passed the "12 minute test", but the reason I'm not entirely a student yet, is FAFSA and financial aid. I did everything right, but my parents have to be involved so it complicates things. Especially with them being down south right now. But it's okay. They're doing all they can to finish everything so I will be squared away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of today I have a priority spot for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; February 11th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;. That's nice. I'm setting up a third interview after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can't be rejected at this point but I could run into some money issues, but you know what it'll work out if it's supposed too. But ugh financial aid, free money jump through our hoops! As my Mom says "the government is funny like that".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8110567816426347298?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8110567816426347298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8110567816426347298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8110567816426347298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8110567816426347298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-make-world-stage-for-me-than-i.html' title='If you make the world a stage for me, than I hope that you can hear me scream.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5968653613838531322</id><published>2007-11-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:38:46.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26//24</title><content type='html'>"Experiences of failure//rejection dominate your memory, and have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably resulted&lt;/span&gt; in a great deal of depression. These problems will remain until some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitive action is taken&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, this condition will not simply disappear; time alone cannot heal your pain. You need to experience deep healing in your self-concept, in your relationship with God, and in your relationship with others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week made this evident in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5968653613838531322?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5968653613838531322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5968653613838531322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5968653613838531322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5968653613838531322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/2624.html' title='26//24'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5788337652614067479</id><published>2007-11-05T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:42:26.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships.</title><content type='html'>American Heritage Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;re·la·tion·ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. The condition or fact of being related; connection or association.&lt;br /&gt;  2. Connection by blood or marriage; kinship.&lt;br /&gt;  3. A particular type of connection existing between people related to or having dealings with each other: has a close relationship with his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;  4. A romantic or sexual involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are the hardest things in life. Maintaining them, without controlling them. Nurturing them without smothering them. Having new ones without loosing contact with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for example I told a friend I was worried for him and his response was "But . . . you've never met me." This is true, being that he is a friend of a friends, but non-the-less we are now friends. I told him "doesn't mean your pain isn't real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped back and looked at the conversation, I realized how often I feel exactly how he did. It's hard when you feel so clouded in your pain. You wonder why or how someone can see the pain you desperately try to hide. But don't want to be alone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who I have met I sometimes want to say "But... you've never met me". Maybe I should remember that it doesn't mean my pain isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note worthy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toslayadragon.deviantart.com/art/Anxiety-67572121"&gt;http://toslayadragon.deviantart.com/art/Anxiety-67572121&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5788337652614067479?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5788337652614067479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5788337652614067479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5788337652614067479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5788337652614067479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/relationships.html' title='Relationships.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-7055718026977834403</id><published>2007-11-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:42:11.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye opener.</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting thing said to me this week. My friend said to me "it's a good thing you didn't go to *that place* (to keep things simple)", and she went on to say "yeah, it turns out they are overtly radical, hypocritical, and superficial" something along those lines at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't think much of it until tonight at Axis. We were talking about meaning. I started to think about this life decision I chose not to do. It's been a year since deciding not to go and I always wonder if I should have. When my friend told me this, being that her friend DID go and is there, I finally felt as if that question has been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find myself, and running was my answer. Even if I thought or justified that running with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intended&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt;. Hindsight is always 20/20 right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-7055718026977834403?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/7055718026977834403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=7055718026977834403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/7055718026977834403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/7055718026977834403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/11/eye-opener.html' title='An eye opener.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5137762609971223326</id><published>2007-09-20T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:04:40.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays.</title><content type='html'>I love Thursdays. Maybe it's because it's my last "school" day and my weekend is Friday-Sunday. Maybe. Or maybe it's because some of my favourite (and most challenging classes) are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so use to flying thru the assignments in 4.5 of 7 of my classes. The 2.5 that I don't are A) tennis b) Graphic Design I and for a .5 pt intro to graphic comm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis is manly (I just wrote manly on accident haha) ahem, mainly, because I have no racket control. I am a softball player. I am short but I can hit a ball. So trying to get the tennis ball not to fly across the court into the street is actually quite challenging. I hit someone last week, who was on the other side of the fence. Hey it was just a tennis ball. +shifts eyes+ oh btw.. Tennis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Mon/Wed, but still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic Design is fun. It's from 6 - 10pm and we have usually between 2 and 3 projects per class. We've been working on one steady project for two weeks (it's once a week--on Thursday). It was a "design a logo for a state" project. In the end I finished up 2 besides the one I fancied the most. I was proud of it. I chose New Jersey if you were wondering. Why? I lived there for 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Graphics Communication. This class is fun too. It's just a step about my other intro classes, because it's challenging. It's an introduction to all the programs a person might use in this field. Today we're combining what we've made in Adobe Illustrator, the document we wrote in Microsoft Word, and a Adobe Photoshop photo of ourself into a Microsoft Powerpoint presentation.  I am actually liking it. I didn't finish in class, which surprised me. I just got home and I'm going to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh school.. where it's leading me I do not know but in the meantime I'm gonna enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I bought something today! this is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RvL5gAFU1sI/AAAAAAAAACE/FJDn89l8P0Q/s1600-h/main_ephraimclothing_728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RvL5gAFU1sI/AAAAAAAAACE/FJDn89l8P0Q/s320/main_ephraimclothing_728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112422855192401602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.Ephraimclothing.com"&gt;www.Ephraimclothing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RvL7jwFU1tI/AAAAAAAAACM/KGIHpc0Vx-Q/s1600-h/Ephraimfedora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RvL7jwFU1tI/AAAAAAAAACM/KGIHpc0Vx-Q/s200/Ephraimfedora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112425118640166610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost that time of year for "no shopping because it's the holidays", so hey, start your Christmas List early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.Ephraimclothing.com"&gt;www.Ephraimclothing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downtownrivals.com/store/ephraimclothing/Accessories/all/723"&gt;Direct link to hat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5137762609971223326?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5137762609971223326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5137762609971223326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5137762609971223326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5137762609971223326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursdays.html' title='Thursdays.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RvL5gAFU1sI/AAAAAAAAACE/FJDn89l8P0Q/s72-c/main_ephraimclothing_728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8077733265068814967</id><published>2007-09-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:05:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL IRL OMG. :]</title><content type='html'>this made me 'lol irl' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.icanhascheezburger.com&lt;br /&gt;I'm new. i love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/05/22/can-i-plz-has-dis-shiny-device/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/469761052_6f055c51e9.jpg" alt="469761052_6f055c51e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/05/17/i-is-tired/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/i-is-tired-wurk-too-hard.jpg" alt="I is tired wurk tooÂ hard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8077733265068814967?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8077733265068814967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8077733265068814967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8077733265068814967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8077733265068814967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-made-me-lol-irl-www.html' title='LOL IRL OMG. :]'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-8613572473089105490</id><published>2007-09-11T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:58:56.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Oh boy.</title><content type='html'>One of my classes is going over 'podcasting' and my group decided our topic would be on Apple more specifically the iPhone/iPods. My teacher has an iPhone, so we got to play with it a bit. It made me just want one. I spend the better half of my money on cellphones. But I will quote Steve Jobs when I say "This is life in the technology lane. If you always wait for the next price cut or to buy the new improved model, you'll never buy any technology product because there is always something better and less expensive on the horizon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I'm weighing it as thus Canon Rebel XT: $599 or Apple iPhone $399.&lt;br /&gt;This would have been more fair BEFORE they lowered the iPhone price, now it's just screams "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buy an iPhone&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;Only for a self proclaimed geek like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pssh.&lt;/span&gt; you can see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; priorities in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-8613572473089105490?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/8613572473089105490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=8613572473089105490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8613572473089105490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/8613572473089105490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6238983922924838546</id><published>2007-09-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:07:51.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Ooh lala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wish lists, ahh. I love fashion by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;way. And usually what I like is as spunky as my personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (That said, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; spunky).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here's what I've found today while browsing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBOFNt5AbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IZi8ORHtxK8/s1600-h/lulutwopocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBOFNt5AbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IZi8ORHtxK8/s320/lulutwopocket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107167828926595506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lulu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two pocket tote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Very cute and for $38, that's a sweet deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am definately eyeing this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.nordstrom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; [www.bpnordsrom.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Photo courtesy of www.Nordstrom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/8/_5433468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 319px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/8/_5433468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Lulu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Printed School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$24 is not bad for this cute bag, and as a college student cute AND functional is key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.nordstrom.com [www.bpnordsrom.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Photo courtesy of www.Nordstrom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;!--  Start Name, Price, and send to friend  --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  Velvet Torch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shantung Corset Dress (Juniors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuA7vtt5AUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/x-I6OaajBRY/s1600-h/shantungdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuA7vtt5AUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/x-I6OaajBRY/s320/shantungdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107147668350107970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm all about retro inspired print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.nordstrom.com [www.bpnordsrom.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of www.Nordstrom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;UGG®&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Australia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Classic Tall' Boot (Women)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuA979t5AVI/AAAAAAAAABE/gflC7jGGBes/s1600-h/chocougg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuA979t5AVI/AAAAAAAAABE/gflC7jGGBes/s320/chocougg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107150077826761042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's terribly trendy, I'm very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; sorry. But honestly, I like them. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t to wear them in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(I wouldn't, it's 105+ here in the Valley).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I prefer chocolate brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;$149 ((ouch, paying for quality?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.nordstrom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of www.Nordstrom.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBB7dt5AWI/AAAAAAAAABM/bwkk8LN3cPE/s1600-h/applechairs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBB7dt5AWI/AAAAAAAAABM/bwkk8LN3cPE/s320/applechairs.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107154467283337570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Braeburn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bentwood Chairs - Set of 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love these. It's a set of two so I'll let the $139 price tag slide, they're pretty nifty. The art is bright, and the chairs come in more colors than just this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;$139.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make Pie not War &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_Main_ucImageView_lblCaption"&gt;Roxette rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friends at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make Pie not War &lt;/span&gt;are making some pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBKCdt5AZI/AAAAAAAAABk/zE47VMmY5xY/s1600-h/makepieephstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBKCdt5AZI/AAAAAAAAABk/zE47VMmY5xY/s320/makepieephstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107163383635444114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; awesome things. This one is my favourite (if I had to pick). Hand made with love. Description: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="ctl00_Main_ucImageView_lblCaption"  &gt;Gold  20" chain with crystals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="price"  &gt;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="ctl00_Main_ucImageView_lblCaption"  &gt;30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; http://www.myspace.com/makepiejewelry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make Pie not War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ephraim Clothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Longer Dining With The Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBLU9t5AaI/AAAAAAAAABs/9jrvlZ3psVM/s1600-h/henleydining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBLU9t5AaI/AAAAAAAAABs/9jrvlZ3psVM/s320/henleydining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107164800974651810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am a huge fan of Ephraim clothing and have been since they started up. This one's for the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$30.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;http://ephraimclothing.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Photo courtesy of Ephraim Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Betsey Johnson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teardrop Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a little steep for my budget, but heck this dress is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBVtNt5AcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9WBU-0wUfog/s1600-h/betseyjohnson.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBVtNt5AcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9WBU-0wUfog/s320/betseyjohnson.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107176212702757314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h2  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$330 (iphone or dress? hmmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;www&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whitnee's closet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuAzWtt5ATI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_jqLN9sVQjw/s1600-h/vanskoibw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuAzWtt5ATI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_jqLN9sVQjw/s320/vanskoibw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107138442760356146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Van's                                                                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Classic Slip-on Animal Prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll let you in on a secret, I have these shoes, in black and white. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they only go to a size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt; 8US (9.5 women's in orange).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuAy_tt5ASI/AAAAAAAAAAs/urWUjKLqyh4/s1600-h/vanskoiorg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuAy_tt5ASI/AAAAAAAAAAs/urWUjKLqyh4/s320/vanskoiorg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107138047623364898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;                                                                              $40.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;www.vans.com or any Van's store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Photo courtesy of www.vans.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Cheap Monday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tight Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBD8tt5AXI/AAAAAAAAABU/BonV8OZo5sI/s1600-h/cheapmonkey.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBD8tt5AXI/AAAAAAAAABU/BonV8OZo5sI/s320/cheapmonkey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107156687781429618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Another secret, I love these jeans. Love 'em, recommend 'em. I'm short, so having a tight jean means no hemming for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBEvdt5AYI/AAAAAAAAABc/WFaOuIfL9kA/s1600-h/stripdeminlux.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBEvdt5AYI/AAAAAAAAABc/WFaOuIfL9kA/s320/stripdeminlux.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107157559659790722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;" class="name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Lux &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overdyed Denim Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I wear these with leggings. It's been a hot summer, and these were nice. Other colors available. Plus they're on sale now! (I paid full price..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="newprice"  &gt;Now $14.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="price"  &gt;(Was $38.00)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;Urbanoutfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.com&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/4675774464490902828-6238983922924838546?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6238983922924838546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6238983922924838546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6238983922924838546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6238983922924838546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/ooh-lala.html' title='Ooh lala.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/RuBOFNt5AbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IZi8ORHtxK8/s72-c/lulutwopocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5273376238112723310</id><published>2007-09-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:22:44.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a deep breath.</title><content type='html'>It'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. moving on. I noticed today how many bulletins I post on myspace.  The last month I've been deleting people who post too many bulletins, and now I would not blame someone for deleting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to clarify that I do NOT post bulletin's such as "..count to 5,000 and your crush will like you forever!!!! % OMGGG!" No. But still, I do post a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am even writing about this I do not know, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5273376238112723310?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5273376238112723310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5273376238112723310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5273376238112723310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5273376238112723310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-deep-breath.html' title='Take a deep breath.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3940105915074810856</id><published>2007-09-05T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:28:16.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engadget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>New ipods, already?</title><content type='html'>I must admit. I'm excited. My friend and I are sitting in our Desktop Publishing class checking www.engadget.com for updates. The blogger is currently sitting in an Apple conference. How exciting is that? Okay that is definately a goal of mine, gain access to a press conference. Please Steve Jobs. I'm 19, and quite whitty (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't be buying a new ipod, but the technology that Apple is spitting out is awesome. I am just so amazed.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Drop in iPhone price? That is So tempting. Jobs, you're a genius! I'm so glad I'm on at&amp;t right about now... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple, you are the Ford of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: www.apple.com official photos. mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; Did I tell you I love my macbook? I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a Macpro right now at my school. It's not intel, but it's doing good. I am however coveting this 20" apple cinema. mmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3940105915074810856?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3940105915074810856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3940105915074810856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3940105915074810856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3940105915074810856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-ipods-already.html' title='New ipods, already?'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-3880343401054418892</id><published>2007-09-04T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:33:52.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning by Incubus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D20QDh3mEJo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D20QDh3mEJo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-3880343401054418892?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/3880343401054418892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=3880343401054418892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3880343401054418892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/3880343401054418892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/warning-by-incubus.html' title='Warning by Incubus'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6227363202682087034</id><published>2007-09-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:07:20.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding a grudge.</title><content type='html'>We've all seen previews for "The Grudge" movie, right? Well what if our grudges really manifested in some insane way. Would we be more prone to forgiveness? I'd hope so. I hate that nagging feeling, you know the one thats saying "you're holding a grudge, about this?!" So many wars, divorces, breakups, split ups have happened for sour milk between people. Terrible really, but when they hurt you, it's hard to stay strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-6227363202682087034?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6227363202682087034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6227363202682087034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6227363202682087034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6227363202682087034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/holding-grudge.html' title='Holding a grudge.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-5733157691112597326</id><published>2007-09-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:02:04.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy schedule.</title><content type='html'>This is my night off from school. Why I decided to go to school 11 hours a day, 4 days a week is beyond me. 17 units. But hey I have much of my major classes finis , and now to tackle general ed. Exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nap today. I'm sorry, but it felt good. I do not feel lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-5733157691112597326?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/5733157691112597326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=5733157691112597326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5733157691112597326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/5733157691112597326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-schedule.html' title='Busy schedule.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675774464490902828.post-6119786489892252670</id><published>2007-09-03T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:06:28.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital age.'/><title type='text'>New age.</title><content type='html'>Blogs are the new hard back, handwritten, journal. It's hard to believe I was "blogging" at 12 years old and I've been dong it for almost 8 years now. It's also interesting how much media attention bloggers get. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; how much trouble the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;infamous&lt;/span&gt; bloggers can get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite intersting, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am updating: a myspace, xanga, facebook, and a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the digital age, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may I scan your bar code&lt;/span&gt; and have your &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;email address&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675774464490902828-6119786489892252670?l=whitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/feeds/6119786489892252670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675774464490902828&amp;postID=6119786489892252670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6119786489892252670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675774464490902828/posts/default/6119786489892252670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitty.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-age.html' title='New age.'/><author><name>Whitnee Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970706154153666514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kJ-l5XI88XE/SGnPoBefT1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9c5WL7onmTo/S220/IMG_1940.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
