<?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-4970033181538841413</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:43:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-9138781770277290843</id><published>2009-07-22T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:13:01.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers- "Six Minutes" Acoustic -Joe forgets words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JYYJ1JD_c_w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JYYJ1JD_c_w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4970033181538841413-9138781770277290843?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/9138781770277290843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=9138781770277290843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/9138781770277290843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/9138781770277290843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2009/07/jonas-brothers-minutes-acoustic-joe.html' title='Jonas Brothers- &amp;quot;Six Minutes&amp;quot; Acoustic -Joe forgets words'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-2231089639897513696</id><published>2008-09-14T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:33:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything here in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy blogging. I really do. But sometimes is so difficult to express how I feel in words--especially when there's a whirlwind of emotions whipping through me. And the few times I am successful in manifesting my thoughts through text, it's hard to post. Who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wants all of their thoughts and feelings heard or read by people? There are a few people who crave that, but for the most part I'm not one of those people. It's hard to put yourself and your emotions on display for others to see. And as ironic as it may be, it's harder to show that vulnerability to your own friends. Maybe that's just me, but sometimes it's easier to bare your heart to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that more often than not, I'm expected to be stoic. I'm not exceedingly surprised by this considering it's actually rather difficult for me to express extreme emotions at times, but nevertheless it surprises me when others are surprised that I have emotions. I'm not resentful toward this. In fact, it sometimes puts me at an advantage. Still, it's a bit awkward when people meet the Nicole inside my head. She's a little bit different than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has just been a long string of thoughts that may or may not be completely coherent. And maybe no one will read this post and maybe someone will. Whatever the case may be, writing this was somewhat cathartic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready to start my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-2231089639897513696?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2231089639897513696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=2231089639897513696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2231089639897513696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2231089639897513696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-2885460488309158276</id><published>2007-11-02T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T01:57:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I really should be doing my homework, but I'm overwhelmed with how stupid the people on the show Laguna Beach are. I've never seen a whole episode until now. I have not been missing out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh my gosh, did you see her make up? It was, like, so Mission Viejo. Or inland Orange County. Not like here."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh my gosh, that's your car? You look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; cute in it!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I learn? It's treasonous to break the very strict make up code of Orange County. And when choosing a car, the deciding factor should not be its safety or fuel economy, but how cute I look in it. Man, I can't believe I've been living in the dark this whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-2885460488309158276?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2885460488309158276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=2885460488309158276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2885460488309158276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2885460488309158276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-7031670773619403823</id><published>2007-10-29T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T17:47:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>So this new thing I've been trying isn't really working for me. It's called "trying in school." I kind of have no choice but to continue with it though. Maybe school is overrated. I think no one should go to school and we should all just live based on the knowledge we're born with and acquire naturally over our lifetimes. Not really. I'd hate to be even stupider than I am now. Cayan and I came up with an addition to the age old saying "Ignorance is bliss." Our version goes: "Ignorance is bliss, but it makes those around you pissed." Of course, we're being optimistic and assuming that you're not surrounded by ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel jag lately. I mean, I'm always in the mood for feeling groovy, just more recently than usual--I desperately hope you got that pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero III came out on Sunday. My sisters and I went to the midnight launch "party." And oh, it was one heck of a party. Waiting in line for fifteen minutes outside GameStop and then showing them a receipt? MAN. I now know why they call it a party. I think people get that it's not a party. It's kind of offensive. OMG, we should SUE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of the people attending the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; were Wii/XBox 360 owners. I know, I feel sorry for them too. EMBRACE PROGRESS. Don't let them trick you into thinking that a half step up is actually a whole step into the future of digital entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WHY IS EVERYTHING DUE ON THURSDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;m eating Ruffles&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt;. (Don't want them to sue me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-7031670773619403823?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/7031670773619403823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=7031670773619403823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/7031670773619403823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/7031670773619403823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-998988538259858501</id><published>2007-10-20T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:42:37.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Today was PSATurday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watch these movies:&lt;br /&gt;- An Affair to Remember (one of my favorite movies)&lt;br /&gt;- Rear Window&lt;br /&gt;- Roman Holiday (classic)&lt;br /&gt;- Come September&lt;br /&gt;- Madame X&lt;br /&gt;- Wait Until Dark (another one of my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;- Seven Brides for Seven Brothers&lt;br /&gt;- Dream Wife&lt;br /&gt;- The Birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready...GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-998988538259858501?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/998988538259858501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=998988538259858501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/998988538259858501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/998988538259858501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-984327644185268078</id><published>2007-10-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T16:04:47.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blogging Kind of Day</title><content type='html'>So, after writing one entry, I feel like writing another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why do Chuck E. Cheese commercials always look like they paid for the editing in tokens? I mean, the corporate dudes up there insist on making them look like they were made in a van somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that was just bothering me and I needed to express it. I know you agree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-984327644185268078?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/984327644185268078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=984327644185268078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/984327644185268078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/984327644185268078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogging-kind-of-day.html' title='A Blogging Kind of Day'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-1740372148774471923</id><published>2007-10-10T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:48:09.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asurion</title><content type='html'>So, I finally called the phone insurance company today. It was a standard experience, complete with my dad insisting on talking to the claim lady about the fifty dollar deductible. Now he's all riled up and still complaining about it. Yep, that's where I get it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite a wonderful APUSH test that I have high hopes of failing, I feel moderately happy because I don't have that much homework. I can go to church for the first time since school started. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-1740372148774471923?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1740372148774471923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=1740372148774471923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1740372148774471923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1740372148774471923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/10/asurion.html' title='Asurion'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-4893245194144325026</id><published>2007-09-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:16:17.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Touch</title><content type='html'>The iPod touch is quite amazing, really. My sister got hers today and I'm really impressed. I'd definitely invest in one if I had the money, especially because my mp3 player broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-4893245194144325026?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/4893245194144325026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=4893245194144325026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/4893245194144325026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/4893245194144325026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/09/ipod-touch.html' title='iPod Touch'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-5748901692502070782</id><published>2007-09-23T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:53:53.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>I hate Sunday nights. I hate them with a burning passion deep in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a definite ten out of ten. I went to a Muse concert, and they are, in a word, awesome. Especially live. It just makes you appreciate their music on a whole other level. Matthew Bellamy is amazing. So, despite the fact that my already deteriorating voice was made worse by the constant second hand smoke, it was a pretty freaking awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's Saturday night at almost ten o'clock and I've barely started on my homework. Where did those wonderful study habits I had at the beginning of the year go? I knew it was too good to be true. I guess I should be doing my English homework instead of typing in this useless blog. Oh well, when was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; ever the good student? I disappoint myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My Sansa broke, and I'm not as much angry as I am sad, so if any of you lovely people would like to donate, I'm hereby establishing the Nicole An Sansa fund. A new model is coming out next month (and of course it breaks right between when the warranty expires and the new one comes out--they plan it, I swear. I mean, the warranty expired in the beginning of September and the new one comes out in October? They're out to get me.) so be generous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-5748901692502070782?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5748901692502070782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=5748901692502070782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/5748901692502070782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/5748901692502070782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-night.html' title='Sunday Night'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-2120678406485203922</id><published>2007-09-16T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:40:52.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Fin de Semana</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend was pretty nice. I didn't have a lot of homework. I spent some time with friends, some with family. It was nice. I saw David Choi the YouTube celebrity at Amerige Heights. I drank boba several times. I played my wonderful guitar. I played the piano. I slept. I ate. A lot. It was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-2120678406485203922?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2120678406485203922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=2120678406485203922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2120678406485203922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2120678406485203922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-fin-de-semana.html' title='Mi Fin de Semana'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-1790917027039272219</id><published>2007-09-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:00:29.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>School is exhausting. Based on these first couple weeks, I'm sure I'll be even more deprived of sleep than I've been in years past. Plus, I'm doing this new thing called "trying in school" and that kind of takes up a lot of time. Despite the energy draining feature most of my classes posses, I guess I can't complain too much; all my teachers range from bearable to enjoyable, which is more than I can say for last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Disneyland on Saturday and visited attractions that I usually don't. I rode "It's A Small World" (how do you punctuate the names of rides/attractions?) and I am somewhat pleased to announce that the representation of South Korea in that ride has increased at least two hundred fifty percent. Yes, there are now five Korean animatronic figures instead of two. And I say "at least" because now instead of being awkwardly placed in the corner, they're out in the open where everyone can see them. Exciting? Kind of. It's not that big of a deal, but I found it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of Disney: Vanessa Anne Hudgens, you are a very stupid person. It's kind of old news, I know, but really. You were stupid enough to go out with Zac Efron, who is extremely feminine plus he looks like he's had plastic surgery which only adds to his femininity, but this? This is just plain idiotic. I guess I'm being to mean, huh? Well, at least we know Zac Efron's a keeper! I mean, only the perfect guy would need naked pictures of his girlfriend to convince him to stop flirting with a mutual friend! Gee, it's too bad that not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; guys are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus, you just seem to be getting &lt;a href="http://www.mileyfansgallery.com/albums/Disney%20Channel%20Games/2007/Closing%20Ceremony%20%28August%2025%202007%29/dcgclosing_240.jpg"&gt;trashier&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mileyfansgallery.com/albums/Disney%20Channel%20Games/2007/Closing%20Ceremony%20%28August%2025%202007%29/dcgclosing_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.mymostwanted.com/gallery/data/5417/miley-cyrus_com-jonasbrothersconcertroxy-2007jul31-001.jpg"&gt;trashier&lt;/a&gt; day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-1790917027039272219?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1790917027039272219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=1790917027039272219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1790917027039272219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1790917027039272219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-1170070767587727478</id><published>2007-09-02T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:31:30.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should Be.</title><content type='html'>Today, my family went down to San Diego to spend the day there. We were sitting in a Starbucks, and my sister made a comment that I totally agree with. There was a girl there with her parents, and she was wearing a Paul Frank t shirt, carrying an O'Neill purse, and making sure her Tamagotchi was fed. My sister looked at her and said, "Now, that's how little girls should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely agree. One hundred percent. Girls in junior high and elementary school shouldn't be worried about designer bags and how much their clothes cost. I mean, it's fine to have nice things, but a twelve year old girl had no business carrying around a Coach purse. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be more concerned with the welfare of her digital pet than if she has any new text messages. All the influence of the media is seeping into kids younger and younger. I mean, little kids? they're fine playing with a ten dollar marble chute, they don't care all that much--as long as it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done ranting for today. I'm TIRED. Can you believe I fell asleep at nine o'clock last night? I did. And I slept until ten this morning because my sister woke me up. School is the bane of my teenage existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-1170070767587727478?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1170070767587727478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=1170070767587727478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1170070767587727478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1170070767587727478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-should-be.html' title='What Should Be.'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-6431096773882568393</id><published>2007-08-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:18:32.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of school. I'm tired. I have homework. I don't want to do it. I will. I did half. I have to wake up early tomorrow. I want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-6431096773882568393?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6431096773882568393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=6431096773882568393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6431096773882568393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6431096773882568393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-2549638649896880055</id><published>2007-08-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:40:02.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Here</title><content type='html'>Oh man, school starts tomorrow. I can't believe it. It kind of snuck up on me. But the start of school didn't just sneak up on me and then jump out to scare me. It felt more like it jumped out and then stabbed me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, Mr. Zero Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-2549638649896880055?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2549638649896880055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=2549638649896880055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2549638649896880055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2549638649896880055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-is-here.html' title='The End Is Here'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-1941675176211264079</id><published>2007-08-27T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:09:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh MY Goodness</title><content type='html'>This may be old news you all of you, but I couldn't believe &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WALIARHHLII"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just blows my mind. I can't even begin to explain...I'm just blown away. I'm not even being sarcastic. Yeah--that's how serious I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-1941675176211264079?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1941675176211264079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=1941675176211264079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1941675176211264079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1941675176211264079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh MY Goodness'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-5591209773379221317</id><published>2007-08-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:34:48.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season for Birthdays</title><content type='html'>It definitely seems as if it's Birthday Season (if there was such a thing). Everybody seems to be turning over a new leaf and celebrating another year survived on our wonderful planet. So, I wish a Happy Happy Birthday to everyone who has had one or will have one soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-5591209773379221317?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/5591209773379221317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=5591209773379221317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/5591209773379221317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/5591209773379221317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/season-for-birthdays.html' title='Season for Birthdays'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-2385624985431546821</id><published>2007-08-21T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:37:53.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN-N-OUT</title><content type='html'>I've just inhaled a cheeseburger from In-n-Out, and had a quiet realization while I was in the drive thru line. Employees at In-n-Out are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smarter&lt;/span&gt;. Or so they seem. At probably every other fast food 'restaurant' you have to repeat everything over and over. We didn't have to at In-n-Out. It's just easier. At other places they kind of assume what you're ordering after you say the first word, and then stop listening. I don't think I've ever had a mistake made with my order at In-n-Out. Other places, I've had mistakes made with my order, and it's not even worth it to try to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why In-n-Out's great? Because they have the simplest menu, and yet they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; busy. Their menu never changes and it's not all that extensive but they do so well. Plus they print Bible verse references on their drink cups and burger wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I stick to In-n-Out when it comes to fast 'food.' Oh, and Brea's Best. Come on, would you turn down an avocado bacon cheese burger? And their onion rings kick butt. KICK BUTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-2385624985431546821?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/2385624985431546821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=2385624985431546821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2385624985431546821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/2385624985431546821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-n-out.html' title='IN-N-OUT'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-1249280703012741001</id><published>2007-08-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:13:07.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHHS PTA and the SHFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sunny Hills High School Parent Teacher Association and the Sunny Hills Foundation for Education. Am I the only one who believes that they totally rip us off? Last night, I was filling all the student behavior agreement, etc. papers for registration, and I started laughing. I started laughing because I saw a brochure for the Sunny Hills High School Foundation for Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't mean to upset anyone, I think it's great that the parents at our school want to raise money for our school. It would surprise you, but I actually like our school. I'm sure if you looked deep down into my soul, maybe somewhere around my kidney, you'd find some school spirit hidden in me. But that's beside the point. I did some quick, and probably inaccurate, figuring last night regarding the amount of money our PTA gets for our lockers. I'd say that ninety percent of our student population has lockers. Two thirds of the freshmen, sophomore, and junior lockers are shared. One hundred percent of the senior lockers are individual lockers. For every student who has a locker, fifteen dollars go to the PTA for 'maintenance.' So, assuming every senior pays for a locker, the PTA gets around 35,000 dollars. That's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; rough estimate, but I highly doubt that thirty five thousand dollars is spent to 'maintain' our lockers. The only 'maintenance' I've ever seen, is sloppy painting over profane statements written on them. And then whatever was written on the locker bleeds through, so it only draws more attention to it. Unless the paint is made out of gold, I don't see where that money goes. I mean, there were new lockers installed, but they get that much money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, they want us to give the school more money. What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;the PTA spend money on? I really don't know. If you do, please tell me. After all that I'm sure I sound very anti-SHHS, but I'm not. I just really want to know where that money is going. I mean, they get that plus our tax dollars. I want to be a school. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-1249280703012741001?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/1249280703012741001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=1249280703012741001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1249280703012741001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/1249280703012741001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/shhs-pta-and-shfe.html' title='SHHS PTA and the SHFE'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-6873433101433815680</id><published>2007-08-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T19:06:06.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>How scary, registration is in a few days. The fact that I always enjoy the first few days of school does not compensate for the other five million days of the year we're there. Not looking too much forward to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy birthday Robert Redford! I wish you a merry seventy first, you way-better-looking-and-talented-yet-older-version of Brad Pitt. I thank you for creating Sundance and giving indie films a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 2 premiered yesterday. Exciting. Yeah, I actually watched it. It was surprisingly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamer&lt;/span&gt; than the first. You've achieved the impossible, Disney. I hope you make another billion dollars off of this less-than-mediocre-so-called-movie. And Zac Efron is a little too feminine for my liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-6873433101433815680?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6873433101433815680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=6873433101433815680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6873433101433815680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6873433101433815680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-3596265293994899814</id><published>2007-08-08T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:07:04.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm tired; what's new? I got maybe four hours of sleep last night, keeping up with my average. I have a headache now. I can usually survive on four hours of sleep just fine, but I spent five hours taking care of kids and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; drains you. I won't take a nap so that i can fall asleep earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more interesting news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Van Halen is going on a &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/entertainmentNews/idUSN0746408220070808"&gt;reunion tour&lt;/a&gt;. Although I was never a big fan of seventies rock, you can't deny that they were good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North and South Korea are meeting for a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6936946.stm"&gt;second summit&lt;/a&gt;. I'm kind of neutral on the subject--don't know if it will be good or bad, but it's progress (I guess).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a lighter note, some advertisement executives want to use Kelly to &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/08/08/drag-superstar-kelly-a-sell-out-you-betch/"&gt;promote some cereal&lt;/a&gt;.  Can you imagine--Buy this cereal, betch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to progress, hope the best for the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/6936970.stm"&gt;Endeavor&lt;/a&gt; crew. Pray they complete the mission safely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wish me luck falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-3596265293994899814?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/3596265293994899814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=3596265293994899814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/3596265293994899814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/3596265293994899814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-6802479596306143977</id><published>2007-08-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:25:42.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Summer</title><content type='html'>Less than a month of summer is left and I'm starting to feel the depression that usually accompanies the end of summer. I'm in need of some new music, maybe some more upbeat stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that cheered me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never taken a particular liking to Anne Hathaway, so seeing &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/morganzola/gfy/annetv.jpg"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt; where she resembles a rabbit (something else I've never liked) made me smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've seen &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8-8nkkOA_AM"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; dozens of times, but I always enjoy watching it. It kind of saddens me, though, because the song is better here than how it was originally recorded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along the same lines, here's another &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=W91sqAs-_-g&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of a cover song (I'm sure you've seen this one). This one really shows how incredibly stupid the lyrics of the song "My Humps" are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you ever get famous, I highly recommend that you do NOT do &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2007/07/31/hayden-panettiere-bottom-feeder/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;smile at &lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/273/d/5/Yum_by_ShadowChii.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? Food makes me happy, but happy food makes me HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As sad as I am about school, I'm always kind of excited about the first day. I know other people are too, but I'll admit it. The only thing that really bothers me is the waking up early part. DARN YOU ZERO PERIOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-6802479596306143977?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6802479596306143977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=6802479596306143977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6802479596306143977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6802479596306143977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye, Summer'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970033181538841413.post-6213126453493183275</id><published>2007-07-21T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:08:41.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>While the action of blogging is somewhat new to me, I think the concept will quickly become dear to my heart. Rambling on and on about something and no one telling me to stop? I could get used to that. Well, I'll post something worth reading soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4970033181538841413-6213126453493183275?l=n-an.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/feeds/6213126453493183275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4970033181538841413&amp;postID=6213126453493183275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6213126453493183275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4970033181538841413/posts/default/6213126453493183275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-an.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17985032417212210912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
