<?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-1019116841301232112</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:05:58.978-05:00</updated><category term='disney'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='rights'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='nature'/><category term='spotaneous'/><category term='verbs'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='cute'/><category term='hair'/><category term='daily'/><category term='challenges'/><category term='summer'/><category term='travel'/><category term='job'/><category term='personality'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='family'/><category term='elephant'/><category term='conor oberst'/><category term='TiLT'/><category term='tv'/><category term='bright eyes'/><category term='dance'/><category term='work'/><category term='future'/><category term='romance'/><category term='weather'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='reading'/><category term='retro'/><category term='bonding'/><category term='reality'/><category term='peace'/><category term='language'/><category term='kid stuff'/><category term='positivity'/><category term='india'/><category term='fortune'/><category term='style'/><category term='pass'/><category term='irish'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='pitbulls'/><category term='people'/><category term='sweets'/><category term='astoria'/><category term='baby'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='things'/><category term='about me'/><category term='busy'/><category term='fun'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='california'/><category term='love'/><category term='high school poetry 2002'/><category term='santa'/><category term='happyList'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='silly'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='vintage'/><category term='change'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='hot guys'/><category term='phish'/><category term='photos'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='senate'/><category term='sex'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='survey'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='the pub'/><category term='new year'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='football'/><category term='driving'/><category term='sandwiches'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='gay'/><category term='children'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='places'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='bars'/><category term='body'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='nouns'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='games'/><category term='break'/><category term='single'/><category term='careers'/><category term='happy'/><category term='dog'/><category term='oldies'/><category term='the 90s'/><category term='postsecret'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='economics'/><category term='60s'/><category term='hilary duff'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='food'/><category term='girl-ness'/><category term='veggies'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='religion'/><category term='70s'/><category term='crushin'/><category term='men'/><category term='finals'/><category term='film'/><category term='tea'/><category term='writing'/><category term='snow'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='the office'/><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>&amp;amp; absolutely effing ridiculous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3686130362175575462</id><published>2009-07-13T17:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:30:01.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I watch far too much Food Network</title><content type='html'>I caught this trailer and flipped my shit. I'd always had a weird love/hate relationship with Julia Child and the whole concept for the movie got me super amped...it's based on a true story. Hello good signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBDABoDSzWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBDABoDSzWQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1019116841301232112-3686130362175575462?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3686130362175575462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3686130362175575462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3686130362175575462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3686130362175575462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-watch-far-too-much-food.html' title='Because I watch far too much Food Network'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2483904089213216062</id><published>2009-07-10T16:58:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:01:31.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Pondering &amp; plans</title><content type='html'>I'm not too sure anyone really checks this out anymore but that's ok because I'm moving on. I've throughly enjoyed blogging here but it's motivated me to take things to the next level. Because I currently have a seemingly endless supply of free time (but sadly not as bountiful motivation), I've been thinking and plotting out my road map. It's strange to be free from any obligations. I have no job and I have no school to return to in the fall, for the first time in my life. This lack of direction is a blessing and a curse, as all recent graduates know. It means it's time to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;. The class of 2009 entered a 'real world' facing serious economic and social problems. We're told we are in a recession that is possibly moving toward a depression. We are constantly overlooked because people with MBA's are taking assistant jobs. We've grown up in a culture, a country, a world that been in turmoil. It is our responsibility to take the reigns and help turn it around. &lt;br /&gt;Kurt Vonnegut said "True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country." Finding that to be so is terrifying on many levels. One of them is that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are the grown-ups. Soon, our families and family friends will be encouraging us to do all the things our culture values: choose a stable career, get married, buy a home, have children, save for retirement etc. Of course, they only want the best for us and want us to do what they think creates a happy life. However, none of those things guarantee we will enjoy our lives in its entirety  and become smiling, gentle elderly folks in rocking chairs. In fact, what many people throw themselves into the rat race to achieve (being the wealthiest, most powerful, best looking, most envied), really just stressed a person out more than fulfills them, taking years from their life. &lt;br /&gt;At 21 years old, I cannot say what I will be doing in a year or even in a month. My life is completely unstable, I have about $100 in my bank account and I live at home with my parents. I've been applying for the 'right' type of jobs, trying to figure out what my industry is, and constantly thinking/freaking out about my future. Besides daydreaming and attempting to find a way to those dreams, I really have no control over my life. None of us do. I think the secret to having a happy life is accepting that fact and learning from whatever the universe gives you. Your greatest flaws, your most painful memory, those peaceful &amp; happy moments, your best friends, your family, those you don't like you, overhead conversations have all come into your life to teach you something about yourself and the world. The way you react and think about them is EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that was a long introduction but I hope you made it this far. Here's where I talk about exciting future plans. Oops, well that last sentence broke a cardinal rule of writing. I knew I'd get to my point...writing. It is my passion and I want to spend my life doing it. God (Allah, Jehovah, Vishnu, Higher Power, the Creator, WHATEVER) bless the internet. Sure, it can be a void of uselessness and blackhole of time wasting but I can write something, post it on website, people can read &amp; comment it and if there's advertising on such a site, I can get paid for it. If it gets popular, I can be a household name (you know, like Perez Hilton, except I'm not such a hater). If that isn't magical, what is? I couldn't fall asleep the other night and for about 2 hours on and off, by the light of my cell phone, I scribbled 'business' plans on to a legal pad I keep on my night stand (this is one of several usual and inconvenient times I get hit with genius ideas). Things I've read, actual good advice from successful people and my own secret dreams from the back of my mind synthesized together into one mission: I want to be like Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that probably sounds silly and if you're not an Oprah fan, you probably just x-ed out of here but just hear me out. I want to be on Oprah then be the next Oprah (except men won't hate on me as much I hope). She's getting old you know. I figure I would have a slightly different audience but I would like it to be just as wide, varied and diverse as hers. The way I'm going to start to get my vision, message and stories out there will be through a website. &lt;br /&gt;I want to share different portions of my life with the world: the lessons I've learned and my victories and triumphs of everyday life. I want to have other people and also experts on certain subjects talk about this too. I want to suggest movies, books and music that I enjoy. I want to travel everywhere and write about the culture, music/books/movies and people of that place. I want to help people eat healthier, teach people about how to eat less meat and gluten (honestly still fighting that addiction) and take it even more mainstream. I want to talk about style as an art form, not just fashion and trends. I want to learn and talk about social, political and cultural issues. I want to meet and interview people I respect and admire. I want to get paid to share my knowledge and contribute to a shift in consciousness and a New Earth. Needless to say, I have a lot I want to do. &lt;br /&gt;The way I'm going to start is by getting a website domain. I'm going to have a 'review' blog and also a 'story' blog. I'm also going to write a book that will coincide with postings on a blog. I'm hoping (in Tucker Max style) this could lead to a publishing deal if it has a strong readership. &lt;br /&gt;For you rational friends that are worried about my income, I'm waiting to hear back about a job at a diner that would be a few nights a week and I also applied to volunteer at a non-profit bookstore cafe that works toward “impact litigation” on issues critical to homeless and low-income people living with HIV and AIDS, such as disability, homelessness, public assistance benefits and transgender discrimination. This will help me to learn about the non-profit and bookstore business, two other areas I would like to be involved with in the future. I would still have plenty of time to write. &lt;br /&gt;Please comment with any reactions, advice, and thoughts. I would really love to hear what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2483904089213216062?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2483904089213216062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2483904089213216062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2483904089213216062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2483904089213216062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/pondering-plans.html' title='Pondering &amp; plans'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8635265226714532175</id><published>2009-07-08T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:36:03.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Exciting things</title><content type='html'>As much as I've loved the haphazard and random nature of this blog, I'm thinking about taking it in a direction. I might even make a new one. I have some thoughts. Did you know some people are professional bloggers? That's a little crazy I know but I'd like to use this as a vehicle to a published book or something. Yea so let's do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8635265226714532175?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8635265226714532175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8635265226714532175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8635265226714532175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8635265226714532175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/exciting-things.html' title='Exciting things'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1204573045601963579</id><published>2009-07-07T17:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:56:44.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Horoscope time</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I need to go ape shit. I feel that. I've had my brain turned off a little lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): I don't care what you feel this week, as&lt;br /&gt;long as you don't feel nothing. Get inflamed with hunger or justice or&lt;br /&gt;sadness or beauty or love, but don't submit to apathy. Don't let yourself&lt;br /&gt;be shunted into numbness. You can't afford to be cut off from the source&lt;br /&gt;of your secret self, even if it means having to feel like hell for a while. And&lt;br /&gt;the odd thing is that if you're willing to go through hell, you won't have to&lt;br /&gt;go through hell. So to hell with your poker face and neutrality and&lt;br /&gt;dispassionate stance. Be a wild thing, not a mild thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN (December 22-January 19): It'd be really awesome if you made some time in your schedule this week for an episode of wild release, in honor of the lunar eclipse in your sign. On the wider level, you're entering a period of increasing duty and diligence, requiring you to rein yourself in somewhat (which is typically not a problem for a Cappie) so that you might make the most from a potentially super-productive July… and leave yourself in great shape for the second half of the year. But before you do that, Capricorn, don't you think you need the chance to let out a couple rip-roarin' yelps?!? Perhaps you noticed I've kept any suggestions about the actual content of this rowdy expulsion purposely vague. Maybe you need to party like a feral animal (enough so you remember the sensation for days afterward)… sob and sob like there's no tomorrow (even if you aren't 100% sure what you're crying about)… say something terribly inappropriate (because, though you've dropped innuendos in the past, you just don't want to hold your tongue any longer)… or otherwise break free, if only for a few ragingly ecstatic moments, from the careful container that a Capricorn personality usually is. Leave the rules behind, temporarily of course, since you wouldn't be very happy to trash 'em altogether and never look back. Because you are due to get down to business in a marked manner over these coming weeks, let that be your official disclaimer to justify some totally disorderly act of wild release in these next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1204573045601963579?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1204573045601963579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1204573045601963579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1204573045601963579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1204573045601963579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/horoscope-time.html' title='Horoscope time'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6505867551312614692</id><published>2009-07-07T13:03:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:14:22.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>My Bollywood obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8g2zmZeQfyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8g2zmZeQfyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been somewhat obsessed with this country. Hopefully, if Steve ever goes back to India, I can visit him in Mumbai. I don't know if that will ever happen because something tells me they don't have Hollister there haha love him. Right now, i'm watching Anthony Bourdain and he is in India. Last night, I watched a Bollywood movie called 'Saawariya' (which translates to 'beloved'). if you've never seen one before (if that's the case, I feel bad for you), bollywood movies are musicals taken to a whole new level. The songs, the dancing, the costumes, the storylines are all over the top, magical and beyond anything you'd expect from a film. The energy and combined with the weirdness, it's like nothing made in America. I think it's a widely known fact about me that I wish life was a musical. I'd love to live in world of this movie, but I'd like to have my own story. Did I mention the story is based on one written by Fyodor Dostoyevsky? It even gave me a literary fix. I used to watch them fairly frequently when I was in high school. Living in the wildly diverse neighborhood that I do, the movies were available for rent in the library. I graduated and went on to just randomly finding indian music I enjoyed but after last night, I realized that I need to get back into watching them. The acting...well I think the corniness just adds to the charm. 'Saawariya' was on instant Netflix, which means I have screenshots : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/3698673800_3618b40e2e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 410px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/3698673800_3618b40e2e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there are no roads without potholes, and no life without problems or sorrow.' This scene sucked me in entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/3698674214_ffabd58653.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 351px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3464/3698674214_ffabd58653.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'and I wish it never stopped raining so we could stay under this umbrella forever.' OH MAN Will someone say this to me one day? I'd turn into a puddle on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3698675102_e007d0eaa5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 422px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3698675102_e007d0eaa5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...a sexy towel dance happened.&lt;br /&gt;You need to watch it. I was laughing so hard but couldn't help but dance along. Plus that body ain't hard to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lE9qk8W_EXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lE9qk8W_EXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3697865499_2697978bd5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3697865499_2697978bd5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is perfection. I wish mine was that perfect kind of wavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/3698677230_bfb811547b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 377px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/3698677230_bfb811547b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakina's grandmother literally keeps her safety pinned to her so she doesn't ever leave her. She sneaks out, falls asleep and wakes up safety pinned to someone else. This is so sweet and romantic (with a severely possessive touch) because who doesn't want the person they truly love attached to themselves so he/she can't leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3698678048_c65c51eefe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 371px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3698678048_c65c51eefe.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3697863205_f5c6254428.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 370px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3697863205_f5c6254428.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sonam Kapoor. She is breathtakingly gorgeous and needs some sort of beauty ad campaign. Indian women are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3698795772_591b20144b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3698795772_591b20144b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rani Mukherjee. She plays the prostitute that is Raj's friend. I like her too. This song is fantastic. The beginning cracked me up but she's got some killer moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RBD7ogO1GM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RBD7ogO1GM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3697867113_faaa573cd3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 362px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3697867113_faaa573cd3.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it gurllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3478/3698679236_9b21f8dc6c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 378px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3478/3698679236_9b21f8dc6c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, I'll just be walking down the street, start singing &amp; dancing and everyone will join in. There will be confetti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/3698679538_c8e6c47f2b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 387px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/3698679538_c8e6c47f2b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE LINE EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3698680016_e196bb7e91.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/3698680016_e196bb7e91.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yea...go on with your bad self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3697868813_480015a37f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 383px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3508/3697868813_480015a37f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxing with unhappiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6505867551312614692?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6505867551312614692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6505867551312614692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6505867551312614692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6505867551312614692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bollywood-obsession.html' title='My Bollywood obsession'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1061280852236236510</id><published>2009-07-03T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:13:35.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Friday 'Firsts'</title><content type='html'>I'm BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your first prom date?&lt;br /&gt;I did not go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?&lt;br /&gt;I did not have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your first alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;Uh mimonsas. I keep it classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your first job?&lt;br /&gt;Aerosoles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your first car?&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the first person to text you today?&lt;br /&gt;Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is the first person you thought of this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Myself &amp; my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Berringer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;Raliegh, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your first best friend &amp; do you still talk?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my real best friend was megan d and she found me on myspace so we've hung out once and keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where was your first sleep over?&lt;br /&gt;Megan's. We videotaped the entire evening and I absolutely need to find that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;One of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose wedding were you in the first time?&lt;br /&gt;Christine &amp; Brian's. I was 7 and the ringbearer tried to kiss me at the reception dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Eat half a pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the first concert you ever went to?&lt;br /&gt;Hanson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. First tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;My little elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. First piercing?&lt;br /&gt;Ears. body piercing: lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. First foreign country you went to?&lt;br /&gt;Antigua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First movie you remember seeing?&lt;br /&gt;A Jungle Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When was your first detention?&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was your first roommate?&lt;br /&gt;Jen and T-dawg haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you had one wish. What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To live everything I dream of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;How to speak French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Did you marry the first person to ask for your hand in marriage?&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked twice, semiseriously by two good friends. I sorta said yes to both because I'm a pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the first sport that you were involved in?&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What were the first lessons you ever took?&lt;br /&gt;I think swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the first thing you do when you get home?&lt;br /&gt;Chillll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1061280852236236510?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1061280852236236510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1061280852236236510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1061280852236236510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1061280852236236510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-firsts.html' title='Friday &apos;Firsts&apos;'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4056202708865261842</id><published>2009-07-01T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:45:00.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I'm confused...progress? i suppose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;US Pullback Leaves Iraq in Formal Control of Urban Areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US forces have completed a withdrawal from major Iraqi cities and towns on today’s deadline to hand formal control to the Iraqi military. Iraq has declared a national holiday to mark the pullout, and celebrations have been underway nationwide. Iraq’s Foreign Minister, Hoshyar Zebari, called the pullback a victory for national sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi Foreign Minister Hoshyar Zebari: “Definitely this is a significant day, and it is the first practical implementation of the agreement on the withdrawal of troops signed by the Iraqi government. No one has to play down the importance of this day or the importance of the withdrawal. This is the first step that will help pave the way for a full withdrawal of the American and foreign forces from Iraq.”&lt;br /&gt;Despite losing formal control of Iraq’s urban centers, US forces will now be stationed in large military bases that in most cases encircle the areas they withdrew from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 US Soldiers Killed; Ambassador Vows US Military Action “for Months to Come”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underscoring the continued US combat role, four US soldiers were killed late Monday in fighting in Baghdad. In an interview with Reuters, US Ambassador Christopher Hill said the US military occupation will continue unimpeded.&lt;br /&gt;US Ambassador Christopher Hill: “After June 30, with the US out of—US combat forces out of the cities and villages, localities, we’ll still be in Iraq. We’ll still have a very robust number of US troops in Iraq. And, in fact, those troops will not begin to withdraw from Iraq until probably several months from now, probably in the context, you know, the beginning of the year, and then until August of 2010. That’s when you’ll start seeing major reductions in US forces. So, there are going to be a lot of US combat capabilities in Iraq for months to come.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4056202708865261842?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4056202708865261842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4056202708865261842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4056202708865261842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4056202708865261842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-confusedprogress-i-suppose.html' title='I&apos;m confused...progress? i suppose'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7686431692844954753</id><published>2009-06-30T15:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:16:24.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>cheesy but i love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this was real and not just done by Disney. I've always loved when my life randomly turns into a musical so although totally corny and over the top, this would be a dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7686431692844954753?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7686431692844954753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7686431692844954753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7686431692844954753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7686431692844954753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheesy-but-i-love-it.html' title='cheesy but i love it'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-276439481367509090</id><published>2009-06-26T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:18:49.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to mention</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I felt extremely old.&lt;br /&gt;1. Michael Jackson. Man, I have so much to say but I'm sure the blogging world has explosive diarrhea about him right now so I'll keep it short. The man had a presence and so many people truly loved him. His life was amazing and sad because so many people used him for his money and fame. He definitely had severe mental and emotional problems but I really think deep down he wanted to make the world better and for that I admire him. I'm also glad I got to see him and the Jackson 5 perform. That was one of the greatest concerts and nights of my life. Madison Square Garden was overflowing with love and happiness, seriously. Lessons: life is precious and you never know when it will end, heal the world by looking at the man in the mirror and asking him to change his ways, and only keep people you can completely trust a part of your inner circle &amp; don't let other people run your life. &lt;br /&gt;2. The fair in my neighborhood used to be the highlight marking the beginning of summer. I would see everyone I knew there and it was like the place to be. I went last night and I saw like 3 people I knew. The majority of the rest were half naked 14 year old girls and little boys talking about how much ass they were going to get that night. I also think I saw a pitbull in a bulletproof vest. I need to move out of here.&lt;br /&gt;3. I helped take care of my best friend's shitfaced little brother and trying to make sure he didn't puke in their mom's car. I tried to make him feel better (and stop saying 'sorry' 800 times) by telling him about the time I tried to throw up out the window of my mom's car at a tollbooth but instead it ended up all over (&amp; in the window crack) the velvet interior. Full circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-276439481367509090?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/276439481367509090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=276439481367509090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/276439481367509090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/276439481367509090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/forgot-to-mention.html' title='Forgot to mention'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-374879610032070440</id><published>2009-06-26T16:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:05:36.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Freedom's just another word</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of blogging. Jury duty ended yesterday, after 6 pretty uneventful days. Life has been generally going well. Although, I have yet to secure gainful employment, I feel at peace with my situation and honestly feel this is what I need right now...some chillin time. Carly is coming up to NY to her gma's house in the Hamptons in a few weeks and I am invited for the whole week that she's staying!! Ah that's when I'll feel like summer has really started. No rush on the job thing haha k thanks. I  do really want a job that I enjoy and am good at so I can wait until that comes to me. I'm actually considering doing something that everyone has been telling me my whole life I should...teaching. That's right. Since I got to college, whenever someone asked me my major and I've responded, everyone...EVERYONE...has followed with 'so you want to teach?'. I always said 'No'. Now, I'm reconsidering. I don't want to be a teacher when I'm 40. I don't want it to be a career. I have no credentials, experience or interest in pursuing my master's in education but I can still teach. You may ask 'but where, megan? Where would someone with just a BA in English get hired to educate children?' To this I respond, Catholic school. &lt;br /&gt;That's right, friends. I'm thinking about returning to my roots. Don't worry, I don't plan on carrying a Rosary around or possibly joining a convent. A friend of mine just finished teaching her first year of 6th grade and she loved it. She has the same degree as I do. I've always secretly considered being a middle school teacher (just for like 5 years at the most) in the back of my mind but I never thought I could because I have no background in teaching. I just finished reading The Power of Now, Celestine Prophecy (again haha) and A New Earth this week. All these books run in the vein of spirituality, important coincidences and letting life be while it guides you in the right direction (among many other good ideals). I just so happened to run into said friend on her last day of school (she now has two months paid vacation) and she asked about my situation. I told her I was job-less and a little concerned about that fact but just trying to continue to hope for the best. She launched a full-on sermon about teaching: how much she loved teaching, how I could &amp; should do it, and then talked some more about how much she loved her kids and she'd miss them. Needless to say, I was intrigued. We talked about it for a good hour or more and she gave me her number if I wanted to talk more about it. I'd been secretly tossing the idea of teaching around since I graduated, silently kicking myself for not at least trying out the O-State Ed department. "Coincidentally", I ran into her and we couldn't stop talking. Hmmph AND my Uncle works for the Diocese of NYC. Yea, this might be possible. As you might have already guessed, I would have to teach religion. I already glanced at an application and they give preference to practicing Catholics haha shocker. I'm not sure exactly how one could find out if you 'practice' your religion regularly but I was confirmed and I could probably say I get to church as much as I can or something. I'm sorry, the only "religion" you could ever get me into "practicing" would Unitarian because they aren't batshit insane and I pretty much agree with everything they believe. Open mindedness, taking teachings from all different religions, accepting homosexuals, WOW so WILD. Honestly, I'm a good bullshitter which is why I not only got A's in every religion class I took over the course of 14 years (including sophomore year of high school when we nearly read the whole bible) BUT when I graduated, I got an overall AWARD for excellence in religion. I vaguely recall my mother crying she was so proud. After taking a bunch of philosophy classes in college and doing my own studies on the side, I realize what I really am interested in is spirituality and philosophy. Yes, I've proved I can read and regurgitate any scripture I'm forced to (hellllooo English major, the Bible is a work of literature...just sayin). Come on now, Jesus was a liberal, for the record and Ms. Cleary's religion class would be more like a Koch class than Bible study. This way I can give these children a break from the brainwashing for a year and actually give them some knowledge about life, within the curriculum guidelines of course. I would have no problem teaching about Jesus. He was an awesome dude. It's just a lot of people throw his name around and hide behind the religion started around him to further their underlying aspirations for power, money, etc. Jesus would be disgusted at what so-called Christians do in his name. As Gandhi said 'I like your Christ but I don't like your Christians', or something to that extent. Long story short, I'm applying for some teaching jobs. Why the hell not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-374879610032070440?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/374879610032070440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=374879610032070440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/374879610032070440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/374879610032070440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedoms-just-another-word.html' title='Freedom&apos;s just another word'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4067668455883279362</id><published>2009-06-21T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:41:09.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Oh YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SI3MjMTc6DI/AAAAAAAAKLI/2XI8xqE7uS8/s400/Allen%2BGinsberg%2BJames%2BFranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SI3MjMTc6DI/AAAAAAAAKLI/2XI8xqE7uS8/s400/Allen%2BGinsberg%2BJames%2BFranco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Franco is playing Allen Ginsberg in documentary 'Howl'. Oh, this makes me very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4067668455883279362?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4067668455883279362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4067668455883279362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4067668455883279362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4067668455883279362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yes.html' title='Oh YES'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qzd9HIsRWeA/SI3MjMTc6DI/AAAAAAAAKLI/2XI8xqE7uS8/s72-c/Allen%2BGinsberg%2BJames%2BFranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3293336402104171301</id><published>2009-06-21T16:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:56:53.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwiches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I'm silly &amp; pretend I don't know where I see myself in 10 years</title><content type='html'>When I grow up, I want to own a bookstore with a deli counter (best word I could use to explain) that serves only sandwiches, salad (&amp; maybe some other stuffs if I get better at making food), wine (&amp; other alcs), tea &amp; coffee and fruit juices. There would be mostly vegan foods and also gluten-free options. Don't let the lack of meat and dairy scare you off though because I will be certain everything will be yummy. Outside, we will have really pretty flowers growing in a flower box that says 'pick your favorite'. On certain nights, there will be poetry, bands or some sort of live performance. I'd like to also eventually have a non-profit type organization where volunteer teachers would give lessons (to kids whose parents can't afford the ones you have to pay for) on playing an instrument, art, writing, acting, filmmaking, dance, etc. on the weekends. Eventually, the kids taking lessons would perform/show their work and fundraise for the program. When I'm not working, I'll be writing novels and eventually win a Pulitzer prize. I don't really care if I ever get on the bestsellers list, at least not while I'm alive, but it would be ill if a book I wrote is on it 50 years after it was written. I'm by no means a workaholic but I am a good judge of people so I will have the best employees who can hold down the fort while I go travel the world once a month or so. My dog will chill in the store most days so he doesn't get lonely at home. In the morning, people will come in just to grab a morning bite &amp; beverage and maybe a book or magazine for the commute. We will not be playing any Starbucks-esque easy listening but something that gets you pumped for your day ahead. Maybe I'll even throw a jukebox in there so you can pick what you want to hear. Obviously it will be good because I will be choosing what albums are in it. If all goes well, we'll be located somewhere in California next to my dear little lovebug Dorothy's bakery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a plan as to how I go about doing this? Any investors? A business plan? (I got a C in intro so I need help) Hit me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3293336402104171301?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3293336402104171301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3293336402104171301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3293336402104171301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3293336402104171301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-im-silly-pretend-i-dont-know.html' title='Sometimes I&apos;m silly &amp; pretend I don&apos;t know where I see myself in 10 years'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1856308668847432620</id><published>2009-06-21T15:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:09:59.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>You just have to watch this</title><content type='html'>Fuck homophobia&lt;br /&gt;Love Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&amp; everyone in this vid. I need to go to France ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UV26OMSb_VQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UV26OMSb_VQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1856308668847432620?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1856308668847432620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1856308668847432620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1856308668847432620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1856308668847432620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-just-have-to-watch-this.html' title='You just have to watch this'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3174487143581028878</id><published>2009-06-19T17:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:39:39.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR MEGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.7thunders.com/Catalog/images/The%20Power%20of%20Now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.7thunders.com/Catalog/images/The%20Power%20of%20Now.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading this now and it feels like my letter was responded to in the form of this book. It's pretty strange because I felt compelled to buy it last weekend. I will let you how I feel when I'm done, which (if it's anything like Eckhart Tolle's other one I read) will probably be in the next day or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3174487143581028878?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3174487143581028878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3174487143581028878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3174487143581028878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3174487143581028878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-megan.html' title='DEAR MEGAN'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3978665416641011247</id><published>2009-06-19T01:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:09:58.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Let the sun shine in</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie "Hair" and it was fantastic. Pretty much anything I could've dreamed of in a musical. It got kind of boring in the end but then the last scene hooked me in. Treat Williams (aka the dad from 'Everwood') was banging in 1979 and I'm pretty sure he is the definition what I find sexy in a man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3640743444_9cf4dde067.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 372px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3640743444_9cf4dde067.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always a sucker for a uniform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3640743310_bf2e5e3ebb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3640743310_bf2e5e3ebb.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFF YES. I jizzed in my pants. Sorry vulgar. Anyway, as you can see, 'Across the Universe' sorta borrowed the story line a bit. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the last scene, I guess it's kinda a spoiler but oh well watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhNrqc6yvTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhNrqc6yvTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Generation 'myspace/facebook/twitter self-centered, ignorant, lazy and oblivious',&lt;br /&gt;Want to reenact this on the White House lawn ummm ASAP? What to protest, you ask, since we don't have a draft? UHHH how about TODAY the Senate passed a $106 billion spending bill that includes about $80 billion for the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and is sending the bill to the White House for President Obama's signature. Um remember that whole economic crisis thing? I forgot money is unlimited when it has to do with wars. Let's go tell him what we think. I could see it..Michelle popping her head out of her organic garden to figure out where the singing is coming from then going to get Barack out of the Oval Office, which is some kind of vacuum that sucks the youth out a person. They'll stand at the door, look out at us all, look at each other (in that loving way they always do) and smile. If the Secret Service doesn't mind, They'll come closer, kick off their shoes and dance on the lawn. Magically, all the gray from Barack's hair will instantly disappear, better than 'Just For Men'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO internet 'age of information, communication': The US State Department has admitted it contacted the social networking service Twitter to urge it to delay a planned upgrade that would have cut daytime service to Iranians who are disputing their election. Meanwhile, the video website YouTube has said it has relaxed its usual restrictions on violent videos to allow the images from Iran to reach the rest of the world. Hey thanks for the help...NOW WAKE UP EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention. Before anyone calls me a hypocrite, I've been to several peace rallys/protests and i read the news (not just watching Stewart/Colbert but I do that too). How many people know more about the Jon &amp; Kate + 8 - 1 business then what's happening in our government? YEA it's a little scary. &lt;br /&gt;Ok SO&lt;br /&gt;You, me, everyone you know. D.C. ASAP. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3978665416641011247?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3978665416641011247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3978665416641011247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3978665416641011247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3978665416641011247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-sun-shine-in.html' title='Let the sun shine in'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6875606723073081814</id><published>2009-06-17T17:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:14:39.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Seriously love this girl</title><content type='html'>and I don't care if you think that makes me lame. She's awesome. Proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6ZwFbVy66c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6ZwFbVy66c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thug story. genius. &lt;br /&gt;OMFG FUCK YOU VIACOM. I HATE YOU. i will find this video again somewhere....founddd youuu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:401599" width="416" height="343" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="configParams=&amp;vid=401599&amp;%26startUri=mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:401599" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:416px;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/shows/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Shows&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/video/" style="color:#EC660C;" target="_blank"&gt;More CMT Videos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh now its ALL BETTER because you added an advertisement. Please kill yourself. Sorry for the anger. Enjoy the hell out of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing REGINA SPEKTOR in a few hours. I have no jury duty until Monday. Hopefully the lawyers and the judge will talk themselves to death over the next two days and we won't have to go, that would be ideal. It has not been a pleasant experience. Ridiculous, yes but not pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6875606723073081814?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6875606723073081814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6875606723073081814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6875606723073081814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6875606723073081814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/seriously-love-this-girl.html' title='Seriously love this girl'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7349802356148336999</id><published>2009-06-16T22:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:36:26.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>DEAR UNIVERSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/_belial/3632290420/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3632290420_dae94ce975.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3394/3632290420_dae94ce975.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? We were once totally in sync, like a little girl excitedly sitting on a swing with her babysitter pushing her. Well, I guess you got distracted and walked away because I'm just hanging here. Thanks for putting 'Martin' on tv right now though, I appreciate that. You knew that would make me go a little easier on you. First off, jury duty...are you serious? I'm already terribly depressed about leaving the glorified drunken playground that was college, you have to serve me up a fresh slice of the "real world" in the form of a jury summons? Today was a complete joke. At least I got paid $40 to play gameboy and have awkward people constantly make painful conversations with me. Please, please don't let this case go on for more than a day or so. PLEASE. Ok, now this job situation...help a sister out. I know America isn't in the best of states at the moment but I have GOALS ok? I'm fairly well educated and I have some sort of direction in life. I want a job that I actually want to get out of bed to go to. So far, the only opportunity you've presented has been in the form of a vague 'help wanted' sign in the window of a restaurant that's barely ever open and a suggestion of my mom's friend about a temp agency. I would happily work two jobs. I have some debts to pay off and some saving to do so I can get out of this nightmare of a city. I am trying to be thankful that I live in the "greatest city on earth" (total bullshit btw), a city that so many dream of moving to. I know is that it's not the place for me. You know that too. Lastly, men. Are you kidding? Why have guys been actin a fool lately? You know what I really want. Why are you throwing these shit-for-brains men (in some cases, back) into my life? I am not interested. I want a man who respects me, is intelligent, is attractive and makes me laugh for REAL (not just to be polite). UGH. So just as a refresher, here is what I would like you to help me out with: &lt;br /&gt;(i'll do the work, just throw me a bone)&lt;br /&gt;-quick jury service&lt;br /&gt;-a decent paying job (or two, I'm not picky)&lt;br /&gt;-debts paid &amp; saving accrued &lt;br /&gt;-a real man&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty good with these things and I don't think it's too much to ask. I am always thankful when you give me a little bump. I do have a vague idea of how you work so I know because things are pretty bad right now, they will be real good soon. (ex. this past august-early december=garbage, december=EPIC) I figure I'd send out this little message to be clear about what I would like from life and maybe you can hook me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love and appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;Megan Anne Elizabeth Cleary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7349802356148336999?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7349802356148336999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7349802356148336999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7349802356148336999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7349802356148336999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-universe.html' title='DEAR UNIVERSE'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6953690551530598088</id><published>2009-06-15T01:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:03:03.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>I always feel like this when I cook</title><content type='html'>But I'm not on drugs, I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DX5khYGqjPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DX5khYGqjPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is all around you, all you have to do is listen&lt;br /&gt;-August Rush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6953690551530598088?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6953690551530598088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6953690551530598088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6953690551530598088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6953690551530598088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-always-feel-like-this-when-i-cook.html' title='I always feel like this when I cook'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8617391165234114975</id><published>2009-06-13T12:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:21:09.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writers write the news</title><content type='html'>In honor of Hebrew Book Week, An Israeli newspaper had 31 authors and poets write the news of the day. It was almost completely a replacement of the newspaper itself. Except for the sports section and a few other articles, all the reporters’ notebooks were handed over to poets and novelists, both bestselling and up-and-coming. Their articles filled the pages, from the leading headline to the weather report. For example, the stock market summary, by author Avri Herling. It went like this: “Everything’s okay. Everything’s like usual. Yesterday trading ended. Everything’s okay. The economists went to their homes, the laundry is drying on the lines, dinners are waiting in place… Dow Jones traded steadily and closed with 8,761 points, Nasdaq added 0.9% to a level of 1,860 points…. The guy from the shakshuka [an Israeli egg-and-tomato dish] shop raised his prices again….” The TV review by Eshkol Nevo opened with these words: “I didn’t watch TV yesterday.” And the weather report was a poem by Roni Somek, titled “Summer Sonnet.” (“Summer is the pencil/that is least sharp/in the seasons’ pencil case.”) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thirty-one writers decided, what are the real events of the day?” he mused. “What is really important in their eyes? They wrote about it, and our priorities as journalists were suddenly shaken by this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forward.com/articles/107571/"&gt;Literary Lesson: Authors, Poets Write the News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a newspaper I'd actually WANT to read. Maybe I should START one like this. Would anyone else want their news this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8617391165234114975?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8617391165234114975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8617391165234114975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8617391165234114975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8617391165234114975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/writers-write-news.html' title='Writers write the news'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-608835695996316585</id><published>2009-06-11T16:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:47:08.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>Worth $24</title><content type='html'>Did you know it costs $12 to see a movie now?! I just got back from seeing Up! in 3D with my mom and I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3611877727_e506054d9a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 313px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3611877727_e506054d9a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mycine/3611877727/"&gt;mycine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN! haha. It's a very good thing I decided not to wear mascara because I cried like 4 times. SO GOOD though. Such good themes in the story and an elderly hero...badass. Nicely done Disney, I don't generally like the way you interpret the world at times but in this instance, I really approve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I saw it here but hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2437/3577400464_03c9c13ff9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2437/3577400464_03c9c13ff9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ari/3577400464/"&gt;Steve Rhodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-608835695996316585?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/608835695996316585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=608835695996316585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/608835695996316585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/608835695996316585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/worth-24.html' title='Worth $24'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3643988478231448738</id><published>2009-06-10T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:24:30.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70s'/><title type='text'>I would've loved to see them as old people : (</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3615413756_368d23a5b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3615413756_368d23a5b9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(screenshot from Festival Express, post-crazy drunken tripping jam)&lt;br /&gt;"Janis, I've loved you ever since the first day I met you"&lt;br /&gt;-Jerry Garcia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3643988478231448738?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3643988478231448738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3643988478231448738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3643988478231448738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3643988478231448738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wouldve-loved-to-see-them-as-old.html' title='I would&apos;ve loved to see them as old people : ('/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4109604459674902922</id><published>2009-06-10T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:11:02.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Children</title><content type='html'>but not the way Angelina Jolie or Michael Jackson does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRRkJ95RxIo&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRRkJ95RxIo&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&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;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNHLywCfnHI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNHLywCfnHI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2113477"&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user115775"&gt;Capucha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything I did was that cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4109604459674902922?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4109604459674902922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4109604459674902922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4109604459674902922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4109604459674902922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-love-children.html' title='Why I Love Children'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-389124770985865594</id><published>2009-06-09T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:52:23.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>I bought today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41lqfbSiq0L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41lqfbSiq0L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie should really work for them. She's the best salesperson. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deluxe-boutique.co.uk/shop/images/gizeh_bronze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.deluxe-boutique.co.uk/shop/images/gizeh_bronze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't even broken in but they're the comfiest shoes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also hooked up cable in my room and my dad is all angry...whatever. New day, same thing.  Josie left for Sweden tonight and today we ran errands and I watched her pack. It was sad but it just means I have another friend in a new place to visit. Sorry for not writing too much. I got a Netflix trial and it's been owning my life. I've seriously watched like 15 movies in the past few days. It's pretty nuts but netflix just totally knows what I like already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie called 'Psych-Out' which was totally ridiculous but it took place in San Francisco circa the 60's so I watched it anyway. One of my favorite parts is in the beginning when everyone meets each other and such in this hip cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3605273495_5ee020483c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 373px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3605273495_5ee020483c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ladies are there and they have nothing to do with the story but those hats are pretty effing memorable. I NEED that tye-dye one. I'm thinking about buying a white hat and getting all DIY, just saying. Would you go to the beach with me if I wore that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-389124770985865594?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/389124770985865594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=389124770985865594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/389124770985865594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/389124770985865594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8580339244871864439</id><published>2009-06-05T18:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:15:13.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>A telling crossword</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/mH8w5GFarmtc0uhrInOnwht2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 381px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/mH8w5GFarmtc0uhrInOnwht2o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://libraryland.tumblr.com/post/117093813/dread-alcohol-suicide-thats-a-complete-story"&gt;libraryland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the first few words you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave them in the comments because I'm curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they might say a lot about you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine were: man, naked, passion, bail&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Clearly I'm feeling a little deprived and a little messed up in the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8580339244871864439?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8580339244871864439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8580339244871864439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8580339244871864439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8580339244871864439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-libraryland-what-are-first-few.html' title='A telling crossword'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4388734002370063997</id><published>2009-06-05T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:28:08.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>what a beautiful buzz</title><content type='html'>I love this song and I love John Mayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yB3kinNSoIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yB3kinNSoIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely dreamin here in my messy room hiding from the rain. I had a rough day yesterday but I'm feeling better and maybe a little more hopeful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4388734002370063997?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4388734002370063997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4388734002370063997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4388734002370063997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4388734002370063997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-beautiful-buzz.html' title='what a beautiful buzz'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7260871811325966201</id><published>2009-06-03T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:55:43.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phish'/><title type='text'>Hands down best show of my life ever</title><content type='html'>Phish was amazing last night. There was a point where I was talking to Eddie and trying to explain how awesome the second set was but I literally had no words. It was way beyond my expectations and I was pretty cynical about the whole 'it will change your life' thing but honestly did. I completely understand why people follow them around. I wish we got to the lot earlier because it was a partyy. They were selling anything and everything you could possibly need or want for the show. I even ran into a few good people I knew which I definitely didn't expect. &lt;br /&gt;15,000 chill ass people dancing and so into the music, all feeling the same way you're feeling, while four incredibly talented musicians jam together. Plus the sick light show. The only way I can describe it is transcendental. I want to try to go to another show on this tour, hopefully if I get up to SPAC I can get lucky and find someone selling a ticket in the parking lot. Thom and Dimitri got two tickets at face value literally as we drove into the parking lot. It was a crazy weird day/night/early morning but it was seriously one of the best nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3592390114_135f013296.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3592390114_135f013296.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3591581325_579547af3c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 367px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3591581325_579547af3c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3591581233_b3d9fc627c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3362/3591581233_b3d9fc627c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3591582795_21da13c04f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 174px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3591582795_21da13c04f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36045457@N08/"&gt;phishfromtheroad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7260871811325966201?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7260871811325966201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7260871811325966201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7260871811325966201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7260871811325966201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/hands-down-best-show-of-my-life-ever.html' title='Hands down best show of my life ever'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-5115144037981608108</id><published>2009-06-01T21:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:17:39.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Body Update</title><content type='html'>Again, sorry if you are reading this and you do not care. Usually, I post entertaining videos and whatnot but lately I've been totally self-absorbed and just writing about myself. If you are interested, please continue on reading.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my high school friend Francesca's graduation party. It was at Ray's restaurant in Little Italy and her family filled the whole place. They knew the waitresses by name. The pizzeria next door is the one and only REAL Ray's pizza, which all the "famous Ray's" all over NYC pretend to be. It is the best ever and nothing compares to their slices, but I digress. In true Italian-American fashion, there were about 27489754983 courses. Her older brother said it best (when all the appetizers started coming out) when he said "let the food orgy begin". He kills me. Of course, most of them had some sort of meat product and what didn't had cheese. I probably ate about a pound of cheese (between caprese, mozz sticks and eggplant parm), several pieces of bread and a bowl of penne vodka, washed down with a few diet cokes. The whole ordeal took almost 3 hours. Ces made her own cake because she is the next Martha Stewart, I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3587871260_7ce052c073.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3587871260_7ce052c073.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right? It was red velvet cake and so delicious. I had a pretty small slice since I didn't want to completely stuff myself. I was feeling full but not that gross, thanksgiving-type 'I want to never eat again &amp;/or just die' feeling. However, about 15 minutes or so after all the eating ended, I got the worst stabbing pain in my stomach. This happens every now and again but I never get used to it. On the phone with Eddie, I told him how much pain I was in and that this time I'm really never eating dairy again. He said he's heard me say that about a hundred times before. Sad but true. The entire rest of the night and even on the train ride home, I wanted to cry it hurt so bad. I came home and complained to my parents. My dad made me look up my symptoms online and celiac disease came up. Taryn has a friend with it and she's been saying that I have it for years now. It's pretty serious and I think I've been tested for it before. However, everything I was reading just made so much sense. I don't think I have it but I DEFINITELY have a very low (or no) gluten tolerance and I'm clearly lactose intolerant, which every now and again I acknowledge and eat accordingly but normally deny. &lt;br /&gt;As of today, I feel like I have a food hangover. It's not nice. After last night, I've decided I'm going to eat vegan and gluten-free from now on. I'm fairly certain no one will ever want to go out to eat with or cook for me ever again. My extended family/family friends/friends' families generally hate that I'm vegetarian and view it as a complete hassle. My non-veg friends think it's kinda weird, quirky or cute haha. I guess now that my body is rejecting the food and it physically makes me sick no one can give me a hard time about my eating habits anymore. They will be snotty but I suppose I'll bring my own food a lot. The good thing about going out to eat is that just dropping the word 'food allergy' at a restaurant gets their attention because they don't want a lawsuit. &lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea what gluten is, it's a protein found in many grains including wheat, rye, barley, oat, semolina, pumpernickel, etc. The absorptive surface of the small intestine is damaged by gluten resulting in malabsorption of carbohydrates, fat, protein, vitamins and minerals, all of which are needed for good health. Basically, that means no beer, nothing fried or made with flour (pasta, pizza crust, bread, bagels, crackers aka what I base most of my diet around and what gives me terrible food hangovers). Because the intestine is so screwed up, dairy has no chance of getting broken down. I'm also anemic, which is a symptom and makes total sense with the lack of absorbing minerals because I do try to get enough iron. FUNTIMES.&lt;br /&gt;What this does mean is I HAVE to eat healthier. It's going to be super annoying to figure this all out but in the long run it will be really beneficial. Now to figure out what the hell to eat for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I was playing nurse to my dad today after his shoulder surgery and he asked me to go get him a sandwich. It was torturous to watch the deli guy make it and know I couldn't have some of the delicious italian bread it was on. I must find gluten-free bread so I can still have sandwiches. They are the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Megan and I am a carb addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19k1detgtoJKjNZOmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/i2dw5nf19k1detgtoJKjNZOmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a casserole consisting of layers of pizza, mole sauce, mexican fiesta cheese, mashed potatoes, egg noodles, cheese and Stove Top stuffing shown on &lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;This is why you're fat&lt;/a&gt;. This is like porn to me. Thankfully, I can still have potatoes. I would consider ending my life if I couldn't eat those. I mean I'm IRISH. Someone probably should've had an intervention ages ago but I'm starting my own carb/dairy detox/rehab now so my poor little intestine can heal and I can have a happy tummy for once in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-5115144037981608108?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5115144037981608108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=5115144037981608108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/5115144037981608108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/5115144037981608108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/06/body-update.html' title='Body Update'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2675184036778051538</id><published>2009-05-29T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:26:45.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggies'/><title type='text'>I should be out drinking my frosting off</title><content type='html'>Instead, I watched two rom-coms back to back on-demand and now I'm listening to soul music. I saw this video and I had to post it because it was super cool and entertained me. In it's own special sweet-veggie way it's sorta a chick flick too I guess. I cannot even tell you the last time I ate something made by Hostess but it made me want a Ring Ding or Ho-Ho BADLY. Oh God, flashback to my obese high school days...anyway, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1GyJpnTN1I&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1GyJpnTN1I&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to tackle the horrific mess that currently is my bedroom. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2675184036778051538?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2675184036778051538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2675184036778051538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2675184036778051538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2675184036778051538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-be-out-drinking-my-frosting.html' title='I should be out drinking my frosting off'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3368805133980308076</id><published>2009-05-29T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:28:56.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>Guess who doesn't have a paying gig this summer...</title><content type='html'>OH YEA me. I just got an email saying you're too old to intern. Go away. Even though last year, there was an intern (nice dude but he literally was Kevin from 'The Office') who had just graduated so that's completely fair. WHATEVER. I'm going to see Phish on Tuesday with Noonan, Eddie &amp; Keith so I don't really care about money or a job because that's the best news ever. Maybe now I'm officially some sort of trustifarian now (with no trust fund) that mooches off her parents. Hopefully I can still do temp work at my cousin's company for a little while and my mom said she knows of a good temp agency that would work till I find something permanent. Rejection emails really suck. You would think after getting a bunch of them it would get easier to deal with but it doesn't. Honestly, as much as I want to cry (I almost did before) right now, I know this is for the best. I really didn't want to do another internship and I don't want to work for a life insurance company. I was being safe. The Universe, in it's infinite wisdom, was like screw that, you're living on the edge. So here I am, on the edge but with a roof over my head and food to eat. Temping actually might be a good option. This way I have no ties to a company and can just get money then leave the state. Hey now, that almost sounds like a plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3368805133980308076?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3368805133980308076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3368805133980308076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3368805133980308076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3368805133980308076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-who-doesnt-have-paying-gig-this.html' title='Guess who doesn&apos;t have a paying gig this summer...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3361572632797074932</id><published>2009-05-28T18:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:34:29.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>For those who are curious...</title><content type='html'>Here is a life update:&lt;br /&gt;-spent all day yesterday (till about 4am) searching and applying for jobs/looking at and fawning over apartments/raping &amp; pillaging NYC &amp; SF Bay Craigslists. I found two dream jobs that just so happen to be located in San Fran. Trust me, entry level writing &amp; editing stuff is not easy to find. My dad keeps saying I should just apply for any job I have a chance of getting 'in this economy' (if I hear that phrase one more time from anyone, I cannot be responsible for my actions that occur afterward). I'm just not the settling type and let's be honest, I'm not exactly amazing at anything other than writing and editing. So everyone pray/think posi thoughts/keep your toes &amp; fingers crossed for me because I want and need one of them BADLY. I'd like to start a career soon, ya know? Plus I'd like to be doing something I actually enjoy too, unlike my miserable but chock full of advice father. Preferably on the other side of the country because I cannot live here anymore. I found multiple 'rooms for rent' that I think would be perfect too. I'm not even looking at apartments here because I might as well just live with my parents if I'm going to be living in NYC so I can save money for the great escape westward.&lt;br /&gt;-found out last night that my mom can get Phish tickets for the shows next week at Jones Beach. They've been sold out since about 3 seconds after they went on sale but she has all these magical connections that have been making my wildest dreams come true since about 2001. Some of those dreams included melting in the presence of the pore-less &amp; benevolent Beyonce and meeting Aaron Carter...twice. What? He was sexy as hell when I was 13. Anyway, they're pretty good seats for $80. For what I've been told is a life-changing &amp; religious experience, that's pretty reasonable. I'm discussing the possibility with Noonan later since she is interested. LML!!&lt;br /&gt;-just bought Regina Spektor tickets for her Beacon Theater show on total impulse. $60 later...oops. It will be so worth it and I don't even care that I'm going alone because that will definitely be a show that I will sit quietly in awe at the brilliance of  that little Russian doll and not even remember that I'm by myself. They're orchestra seats too. I had to. I'm spoiled ok?&lt;br /&gt;-now, I'm just patiently awaiting my start of summer work so that I can pay back these mounting credit card bills (let's not even touch the student loan subject), stop living off and blowing (but on very worthwhile things) my graduation money and start saving to haul ass (and probably like a quarter of the shit I own) to the west coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3361572632797074932?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3361572632797074932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3361572632797074932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3361572632797074932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3361572632797074932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-those-who-are-curious.html' title='For those who are curious...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-245969077615949709</id><published>2009-05-28T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:24:54.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Yea this OWNS Tom Hank's 'Heart &amp; Soul'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhAiDiHYP9k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhAiDiHYP9k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this kind of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-245969077615949709?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/245969077615949709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=245969077615949709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/245969077615949709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/245969077615949709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/yea-this-owns-tom-hanks-heart-soul.html' title='Yea this OWNS Tom Hank&apos;s &apos;Heart &amp; Soul&apos;'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8941189684055704704</id><published>2009-05-26T17:54:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:06:52.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwiches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth Wurtzel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/brainiac/278q105c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/brainiac/278q105c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/brainiac/2008/02/premature_biogr.html"&gt;boston.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE Elizabeth Wurtzel. I need to read Prozac Nation and YOU do too. For now, read this:&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/Beauty/Health-Fitness/Failure-to-Launch-When-Beauty-Fades"&gt; 'Failure to Launch: When Beauty Fades'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But I am baffled by men. When they want me, I don’t want them; when I want them, they don’t want me. We are just shooting dirty pool. Or maybe it’s more like I’m still sitting at the baccarat table at a smoky, dingy casino in Reno, it’s well past 3 a.m., I’m in hock to the house, I’m drinking bottom-shelf martinis and eating stale canapés from the complimentary smorgasbord, my mascara is smudged, there’s no reason to reapply Cherries in the Snow to my chapped lips, it’s long past the point where any reasonable person would have cashed in her chips and gone home—but I keep thinking I still might win or at least break even one of these hours or days.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- Smorgas means sandwiches in Swedish. I learned this yesterday. I think I'm going to learn how to say sandwich in every language.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.-The tags for this entry are basically three of my favorite things ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8941189684055704704?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8941189684055704704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8941189684055704704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8941189684055704704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8941189684055704704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/elizabeth-wurtzel.html' title='Elizabeth Wurtzel'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6666395213188903512</id><published>2009-05-26T12:45:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:24:02.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conor oberst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Starting to feel like summer</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a fabulous time with Josie. I saw her super cute apartment and re-met her roommate Kikuyu who told me a great story about how some guy in a bathroom gave her $200 because he couldn't pronounce her name. We headed to the SideWalk Cafe open mic and Josie got a crappy number so we both drank a pitcher each of Stella. She played the one-song wonder round very drunk but still very well. We left after and stopped off at Dunkin Donuts for a bagel since our beer &amp; fries dinner wasn't working out for us. After spotting two sailors at Coyote Ugly (yes I am so serious), we went in to find the bar empty and a bartender (who looked nothing like Piper Perabo...yea I've seen the movie a few times) dancing on top of it in leopard print. It was kinda pathetic and the sailors were not worth it so we went on to Beauty Bar to drink more Stella and dance to 70's disco while watching the corresponding clips of Soul Train. I tried to imitate the moves like I always do whenever I watch Soul Train. Vintage episodes are way more intense. ANYWAY we made friends with a dude wearing a shirt that said 'Gay is the new black' and then Josie asked some guy if he was Bosnian because he was doing a Bosnian dance but he was in fact Mexican. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person in NYC that was actually born and raised here. Needless to say, the night was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up and watched a documentary on Conor &amp; the Mystic Valley Band. I wanted to eat lunch on my roof but my mom was totally lying when she said she cleaned out the closet with the latter up there. I went to grab a sweatshirt and found this ridiculous hat in my drawer which I'm assuming is my mom's because my room is her second bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/3566602143_6372bb7462.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 387px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/3566602143_6372bb7462.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3567414294_0bdde4e775.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3567414294_0bdde4e775.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to steal it from her. BRB Tyra just called and asked me to be the next top model.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished an ice pop and watching 'Wet Hot American Summer' which I'd never seen before. It really reminded me of being at camp but it is an odd movie. I love Janeane Garofalo and everything she does.&lt;br /&gt;After being back downtown and surrounded by beautiful and stylish Swedes (Josie &amp; I had an epic conversation about fashion while sitting next to the DJ booth in Beauty Bar as I spilled about a quarter of my beer on the seat next to me), I've decided it is my summer resolution to give up flip-flops (except for the beach). Too long have I had dirty, dirty feet (see exhibit A below) and been ok walking around in shoes that cost like $2. They are not cute and I need to stop being so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/3566982457_7cf0d35df2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/3566982457_7cf0d35df2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;I think I start some temp work on Monday then I'm doing my internship two weeks after that. Temp work = more money &amp; free champagne included. Once I start working, I'm going to be hording money away because I NEED to 1. backpack around Europe &amp; 2. move far far far away from Queens. I guess this week is my summer vacation so I gotta make it amazing. So far, so goooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6666395213188903512?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6666395213188903512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6666395213188903512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6666395213188903512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6666395213188903512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-to-feel-like-summer.html' title='Starting to feel like summer'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-914762740370572664</id><published>2009-05-24T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:35:10.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter, Old City</title><content type='html'>I graduated (yep the grades are out and everything so it's official) &amp; now I'm home. Most of what I own is still in my mom's car but it's like 84 degrees and I don't feel like unloading it. Last night, I stared at the empty walls of my apartment and thought about all the good/out of control/not so good times that happened inside of them. A few days before, I said some really difficult goodbyes. It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterdayyyy. Solid four years though. Back in Astoria and I start my job in a few weeks and might do some temp work before that (which may include free champagne). I think I already have plans with Jared tonight which is a stellar way to start off my new homelife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-914762740370572664?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/914762740370572664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=914762740370572664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/914762740370572664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/914762740370572664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-chapter-old-city.html' title='New Chapter, Old City'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3577423950573581129</id><published>2009-05-13T16:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:01:59.023-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Speak with conviction</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmLE2bliXCI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=de&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmLE2bliXCI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=de&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like need to learn like how to do this because like I can never get out of my mouth you know what like I really want to like say. Yea. Good thing I don't write how I talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3577423950573581129?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3577423950573581129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3577423950573581129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3577423950573581129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3577423950573581129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/speak-with-conviction.html' title='Speak with conviction'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3609254037884219893</id><published>2009-05-13T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:15:26.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>$</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A JOB! Ok it's actually a paid internship for the summer (same as last year) but let's just say it's a HUGE weight of my shoulders knowing I will be getting a regular paycheck. I'm really giddy right now even though I currently have like $20 to my name. WHATEVA things are looking up. Time to go sell back overpriced textbooks and get like a quarter of the price back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3609254037884219893?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3609254037884219893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3609254037884219893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3609254037884219893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3609254037884219893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2500749180935360884</id><published>2009-05-12T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:26:07.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Almost all day yesterday</title><content type='html'>I could not stop writing. I wrote about a ton of different topics, people, concepts, etc. I couldn't fall asleep because I had more I had to get down. Those days are the best days, at the top of my list of my absolute favorite kinds of days. It's pretty obvious that the only thing I truly want to do for the rest of my life is write and write and write. I don't even care what about. Dear Universe, I will write whatever you want me to write about. It's one of the only times I can look at what I've done and feel good about it, even proud of myself a little. I'm no genius but just transferring my thoughts and insights into words on paper (or on a computer screen) keeps me sane. I want to do it forever. So my true calling in life? Freelance Writer. Ok...so now what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2500749180935360884?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2500749180935360884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2500749180935360884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2500749180935360884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2500749180935360884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-all-day-yesterday.html' title='Almost all day yesterday'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7254881593732451426</id><published>2009-05-11T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:20:27.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>BeetlejuiceBeetlejuiceBeetlejuice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJprPlsA380&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJprPlsA380&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwbackkkk. I watched this show ALL the time when I was like 6 years old (and after that too). Between this and Pee-Wee's Playhouse, it's no surprise I'm a little bit demented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7254881593732451426?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7254881593732451426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7254881593732451426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7254881593732451426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7254881593732451426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/beetlejuicebeetlejuicebeetlejuice.html' title='BeetlejuiceBeetlejuiceBeetlejuice'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1584053157975822962</id><published>2009-05-11T00:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:49:04.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Timberlake is the LOVE of my life</title><content type='html'>One of the many, many reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a07adeafdd5dc1e/4a06d2f62ae423a0/2b95915f" id="W4727a250e66f97234a07adeafdd5dc1e" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a07adeafdd5dc1e/4a06d2f62ae423a0/2b95915f" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to quote this entire thing. I wonder what my ancestors dreamed for me. I hope I don't let them down but I might since I have no idea what they wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1584053157975822962?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1584053157975822962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1584053157975822962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1584053157975822962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1584053157975822962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/justin-timberlake-is-love-of-my-life.html' title='Justin Timberlake is the LOVE of my life'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2516586555060923571</id><published>2009-05-10T22:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:56:18.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Stop it Gavin Degraw</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/87bZnxBlNj4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/87bZnxBlNj4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love/hate it when I relate fully to your songs. Yea I posted a weird photo collage slideshow thing because some obsessive fan made it probably but  i mean, ignore it and just listen to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Oh won’t you stay&lt;br /&gt;I need you need you here&lt;br /&gt;When you’re with me&lt;br /&gt;All others disappear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll follow close&lt;br /&gt;So close I’ll almost touch&lt;br /&gt;I need your love&lt;br /&gt;But it never hurt this much&lt;br /&gt;I need your lovin’ arms at night, but it never hurt this much&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be part of the problem&lt;br /&gt;I just need a second chance&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerp. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOD. I posted four times today. Is that terrible or fantastic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2516586555060923571?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2516586555060923571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2516586555060923571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2516586555060923571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2516586555060923571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-it-gavin-degraw.html' title='Stop it Gavin Degraw'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8968583357572827352</id><published>2009-05-10T18:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:49:19.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot guys'/><title type='text'>I'm becoming convinced he's the perfect man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://19.media.tumblr.com/7VbVvYdhFn7pjvwdhBT5QTVPo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 636px;" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/7VbVvYdhFn7pjvwdhBT5QTVPo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lonelytourist.tumblr.com/post/104805623/speechless"&gt;Can we just reflect on this a moment?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahjohnkrasinski.tumblr.com/"&gt;fuckyeajohnkrasinski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to get through a day without acknowledging John’s hotness. He is hotness with a dash of cuteness, with a little dollop of foxiness.&lt;br /&gt;— Steve Carell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8968583357572827352?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8968583357572827352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8968583357572827352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8968583357572827352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8968583357572827352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-becoming-convinced-hes-perfect-man.html' title='I&apos;m becoming convinced he&apos;s the perfect man'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4118479621093718352</id><published>2009-05-10T15:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:39:53.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I hope so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3519671580_68a7daaea4.jpg?v=1241983943"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3519671580_68a7daaea4.jpg?v=1241983943" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean despite the grammatical error, that's awesome. Bonus points if it's a dude. &lt;br /&gt;I spent my day eating chinese food and watching 'Grandma's Boy'. Yesterday was crazy all day long so really I'm down with staying on the couch today. I've really enjoyed this weekend throughly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4118479621093718352?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4118479621093718352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4118479621093718352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4118479621093718352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4118479621093718352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-so.html' title='I hope so'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3690527453295705353</id><published>2009-05-10T13:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:57:38.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Don't drag my love around, volcanoes melt me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3515283537_f4083e4b60_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 625px; height: 423px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3515283537_f4083e4b60_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this with highlighters when I should've been studying for my Marriage &amp; Family Relationships final. I really like it and I feel like drawing it made me feel a lot better. I also made a new signature since my regular one is just my name in script. I'd post that but I've already gotten my identity stolen once. Trust me, it's cool lookin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I showed Lisa the picture I drew and she thought it was a volcano...here's an excellent song called 'Volcano' sung by Damien Rice &amp; Lisa Hannigan. I'm kind of obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmKVylIzmOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmKVylIzmOE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3690527453295705353?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3690527453295705353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3690527453295705353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3690527453295705353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3690527453295705353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-drag-my-love-around-volcanoes-melt.html' title='Don&apos;t drag my love around, volcanoes melt me down'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4229113470227691513</id><published>2009-05-09T12:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:14:32.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My life would be way better with these guys</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really want a dog and a baby. This is mostly because I know they would be really good friends, teach other things and entertain me to no end. I stop myself when I think about how much work &amp; money they both are and that to get one of them, I have to push him or her out of my vagina. I also don't know if I should be allowed to take care of another living thing, let alone two. I dunno...I could see it maybe being worth it one day, even though after watching the Miracle of Life in middle school I was scarred for life and swore I'd never have a baby. But then there is biology and the "clock" that makes me go HOW ADORABLE?! I WANTTTT ONEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/oW5E9lxRrmeceka4O1CxWaOro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 497px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/oW5E9lxRrmeceka4O1CxWaOro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kari-shma.tumblr.com/post/103338222/black-and-white-lickystickypicky-sunday"&gt;found here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4229113470227691513?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4229113470227691513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4229113470227691513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4229113470227691513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4229113470227691513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-would-be-way-better-with-these.html' title='My life would be way better with these guys'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-863736910387861113</id><published>2009-05-09T11:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:29:03.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>I took the Myers Briggs Personality test</title><content type='html'>I changed again! It's kinda fun to take it every year or so to see if you've modified the way you interact with the world. I used to always be INFJ or ENFJ (I still only got an E this time by 1% or something) but now I'm ENFP. I stopped Judging and starting Perceiving. Muy bueno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/enfp.html"&gt;ENFP profile&lt;/a&gt;, if you're curious. Dr. Seuss and Oprah Winfrey are also ENFP's so that's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'm going to lay around, maybe watch a movie or something. I had a rough night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-863736910387861113?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/863736910387861113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=863736910387861113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/863736910387861113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/863736910387861113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-myers-briggs-personality-test.html' title='I took the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp&quot;&gt;Myers Briggs&lt;/a&gt; Personality test'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3879946345279625154</id><published>2009-05-08T13:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:32:09.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Here's what I think....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/iNHfAUUMjn5ni6h1GUfmUpvbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 463px; height: 700px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/iNHfAUUMjn5ni6h1GUfmUpvbo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3510894507_7796328fd4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 392px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3510894507_7796328fd4.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why when I couldn't take anymore English classes (there's a limit on credits you can take in your major...foolish) I started taking philosophy classes. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3879946345279625154?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3879946345279625154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3879946345279625154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3879946345279625154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3879946345279625154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-what-i-think.html' title='Here&apos;s what I think....'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1597774405271844344</id><published>2009-05-07T19:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:11:38.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>sorry i just keep posting things i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.patriciafield.com/shopaholicstylepetti-coat.aspx"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3510881909_c2b0a22ebd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 401px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3510881909_c2b0a22ebd.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but COME ON. Imagine it with the sneakers below too! MAGIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1597774405271844344?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1597774405271844344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1597774405271844344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1597774405271844344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1597774405271844344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-i-just-keep-posting-things-i-want.html' title='sorry i just keep posting things i want'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-9174066447091315147</id><published>2009-05-04T20:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:31:02.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>If wanting Air Yeezys is wrong</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3495151781_168716bc3d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 471px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3412/3495151781_168716bc3d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3495151843_80fda7c8f7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3495151843_80fda7c8f7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38060753@N08/"&gt;from flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh hey recession. I would never spend $200something on sneakers but they are so baller though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-9174066447091315147?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9174066447091315147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=9174066447091315147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/9174066447091315147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/9174066447091315147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-wanting-air-yeezys-is-wrong.html' title='If wanting Air Yeezys is wrong'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6395333677454789540</id><published>2009-05-02T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:56:59.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate something, Change something, Make something betterrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwRCBHhyrAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwRCBHhyrAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me happy. Stupid car commercials haha. I'm kinda lonely and down in the dumps and this little video helped. I think wine &amp; baking cookies is going to help too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH andd&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to hear my news auto-tuned. I don't take anything that is supposed to be taken seriously serious enough. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBb4cjjj1gI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBb4cjjj1gI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6395333677454789540?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6395333677454789540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6395333677454789540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6395333677454789540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6395333677454789540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/05/hate-something-change-something-make.html' title='Hate something, Change something, Make something betterrrrrr'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7177345110485453825</id><published>2009-04-29T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:50:55.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>WHOA I cannot wait for the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP5y7yp06n0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP5y7yp06n0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that's Microsoft, so you know Apple is going to make something a billion times more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I never update anymore. I have like 2 weeks of college left so I'm trying to live it up and get everything done so I actually graduate. I swear I'll be writing tons more, especially after May 16th when I live home and have no job. It should be riveting stuff so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- After my last post, while on Main street, dust flew into my eye so I basically reenacted the whole video. Lisa had no idea what I was quoting but she found it hilarious. For the record, life is absurd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7177345110485453825?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7177345110485453825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7177345110485453825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7177345110485453825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7177345110485453825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoa-i-cannot-wait-for-future.html' title='WHOA I cannot wait for the future'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4447102726364322017</id><published>2009-04-16T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:06:27.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm starting to feel like this about the town of Oneonta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhIPB2N19Ct9081Rfy" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhIPB2N19Ct9081Rfy" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's probably a defense mechanism. I've basically become professional at those. Promise I'll have a long blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4447102726364322017?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4447102726364322017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4447102726364322017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4447102726364322017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4447102726364322017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-starting-to-feel-like-this-about.html' title='I&apos;m starting to feel like this about the town of Oneonta'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8689770326274174868</id><published>2009-04-13T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:15:02.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3365113016_70301ced2b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3365113016_70301ced2b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lisa suckered me into watching it. Robert Pattinson (or Cedric Diggory) is hotter than Edward Cullen. I typed 'Sullen' accidently and I should've left it. The dialogue is putting me to sleep. Bella is NOT pretty enough to have everyone in her school fawning over her. I get the appeal of it all I guess. A bad boy who protects you but is dangerous and sparkles and has super powers and is immortal. They should really stop talking shit about vegetarians. Yea it's still on. OK now he's climbing trees. SERIOUSLY?! Sorry guys I don't care about offending the thousands of fangirls out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna right about San Francisco later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8689770326274174868?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8689770326274174868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8689770326274174868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8689770326274174868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8689770326274174868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1571338710003241115</id><published>2009-04-07T10:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:19:38.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>I love it here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3420723359_6773ee9266.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3420723359_6773ee9266.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went out with our roommate Mike who showed us around the Castro. Every bar is a gay bar and they play awesome music videos (&amp; sometimes just porn). We had a realllly good time and I still feel it this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3416/3420751863_2377e5c908.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3416/3420751863_2377e5c908.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday kind of sucked for Eddie because he went to the hospital to make sure he didn't have a sinus infection. I walked around the Haight aimlessly. His day was pretty much spent there. Saturday &amp; Sunday, we spent with my cousin Frank, who is the best ever. He brought to scenic places and drove us all around in his convertible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3420723509_98218337b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3420723509_98218337b9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3421541066_6e1edcca4d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3421541066_6e1edcca4d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I've only been here since Saturday. It's 8am and I'm awake ugh. Um so yea today I think we're going to Fisherman's Wharf to get the ferry to Sausalito. Pretty much need to move here. The apartment is above a health food store/vegan cafe, a taqueria (mexican fast food, new favorite word) &amp; a tattoo place. The fireplace is green &amp; pink. Everything is perfect. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1571338710003241115?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1571338710003241115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1571338710003241115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1571338710003241115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1571338710003241115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-it-here.html' title='I love it here'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1223243263871212969</id><published>2009-04-03T11:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:27:36.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>It's friday morning...</title><content type='html'>That means I have a test, a paper to hand in, a car inspection to sit through, dinner in Albany, a drive home, a few hours of sleep and a 7:15am flight until I'm in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm borrowing my mom's camera and she also bought a &lt;a href="http://www.theflip.com/"&gt;Flip video camera&lt;/a&gt; that she's letting me take so I will definitely be documenting the trip.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to try this thing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/1/flip-video-ultra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/1/flip-video-ultra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED. K that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1223243263871212969?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1223243263871212969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1223243263871212969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1223243263871212969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1223243263871212969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday-morning.html' title='It&apos;s friday morning...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6948034792374785783</id><published>2009-04-01T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:46:14.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This would be the happiest traffic jam of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.tinypic.com/21aeidt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 440px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/21aeidt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For serious, I would play in traffic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6948034792374785783?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6948034792374785783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6948034792374785783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6948034792374785783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6948034792374785783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-would-be-happiest-traffic-jam-of.html' title='This would be the happiest traffic jam of my life'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/21aeidt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-5604871111210312293</id><published>2009-04-01T17:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:32:28.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>I want everyday to be like this</title><content type='html'>&amp; today sort of was. At least a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQOyH1CZeEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQOyH1CZeEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful. It was made with 4,500+ still photographs taken on a Canon EOS 30D camera. It was also made with magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-5604871111210312293?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5604871111210312293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=5604871111210312293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/5604871111210312293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/5604871111210312293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-everyday-to-be-like-this.html' title='I want everyday to be like this'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7507453252778633260</id><published>2009-03-30T17:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:58:33.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're in college, you know one...</title><content type='html'>Andy Samberg kills me without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/oGER6q-u0d8JsoWZCvCJpQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/oGER6q-u0d8JsoWZCvCJpQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&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/1019116841301232112-7507453252778633260?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7507453252778633260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7507453252778633260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7507453252778633260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7507453252778633260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youre-in-college-we-all-know-one.html' title='If you&apos;re in college, you know one...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2416766301523819015</id><published>2009-03-30T15:40:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:27:11.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>Friday: Eddie's birthday. I tried &amp; failed at getting Phish tickets then went to some meetings. For dinner, Lisa &amp; I went to the Autumn. It's "our" place haha. The evening was pretty chill and we stayed in until like 1:30 when we decided to go to Saki to get one drink. Basically people came &amp; went (and everyone was telling funny stories), Jeff &amp; Dean played catch and Jeff got hit in the head, there was a delicious chocolate cake and we made up a new game, which is reallly entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Cousins! They got here, picked me up, went to two liquor stores before we found one that sold vanilla vodka that wasn't the cheapest kind possible, then went to Ray &amp; Jen's for a BBQ. We laughed, ate &amp; drank a whole lot. Hopefully the little kids didn't pick up too much of our scandalous conversations and old school provocative nursery rhymes. Trish told us about her fabulous life (she went to Kanye West's birthday party) and taught us all about Navan (80 proof vanilla cognac). Erin &amp; I were her apprentices in cocktail-making. I'm a professional lemon juicer. After eating, we went for a walk in the park near their house and drove downtown. We did a pretty serious bar crawl, made up a drinking game while at the Fox and danced tons. Erin made it long enough to swing by and meet all my friends. Everyone else was too old to stay up past 1am but they were incredibly hard to keep up with the whole time they were out. My family is the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to further illustrate my point: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3398959573_f1b49ecc09_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3398959573_f1b49ecc09_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making cocktails like it's her job...cause it kinda is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3399767544_df42c70fba_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3399767544_df42c70fba_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking &amp; walking in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3399766002_55ab9c5c80_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3399766002_55ab9c5c80_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating why we couldn't go swimming and the origin of a carving in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3398956171_8e633d5a7f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3398956171_8e633d5a7f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop (&amp; full family photo) on the bar crawl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3398956101_3884ca998e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3398956101_3884ca998e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play "what is Erin thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3399764358_2aea844d35_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3399764358_2aea844d35_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling stories...it's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3398955987_a10cc22f3d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3398955987_a10cc22f3d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sucked at foosball but we're still the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3399764228_0d236d2150_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3399764228_0d236d2150_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should come as no surprise that we are all related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3399764162_14799b6f75_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3600/3399764162_14799b6f75_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in fact our dancing abilities run in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3398955809_3c7a398cd9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3398955809_3c7a398cd9_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are more talented than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3399762656_c103e1db1f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3399762656_c103e1db1f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish likes to take arm-out photos of herself. Kathy &amp; I like to jump in and make them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3399762586_dc07d0b912_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3399762586_dc07d0b912_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee everyone with their arms up were yelling ONEONTA 09!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: SO tired. Slept in, watched some Planet Earth then Meggie came over and we watched 'Crash'. They were showing 'Milk' at Hunt so I went with Eddie &amp; we met up with Brit. I laughed, I thought, I bawled my eyes out. Eddie &amp; I agreed we have so much to research about San Francisco before our trip on Saturday. Dean, Eddie &amp; I went to Jeff and Brit's to watch Family Guy with a bunch of their friends. It was a really hilarious couple of hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this weekend was amazing. Next weekend, I'll be in CALI! AHHH my life is kick-ass. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2416766301523819015?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2416766301523819015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2416766301523819015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2416766301523819015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2416766301523819015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3398959573_f1b49ecc09_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1982392325312362302</id><published>2009-03-29T15:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:22:41.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I don't yet fully understand how it works</title><content type='html'>but &lt;a href="http://www.wefeelfine.org/index.html"&gt;We Feel Fine&lt;/a&gt; is amazing. &lt;a href="http://www.wefeelfine.org/gallery/index.php#"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is how you can see people's feelings. You can choose what feelings (happy, angry, free, so-on &amp; so-forth) you see. You can choose genders, age ranges, areas the people are from, and the weather. It's really insanely fascinating. The things people can come up with never ceases to amaze me. The internet is a crazy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was so much fun. I'm lucky to have such a fantastic, generous, hilarious and beautiful family. Next weekend is going to be even better. Right now, I'm watching Planet Earth 'Shallow Seas'. I MUST see the Great Barrier Reef in real life. I think that when I'm surrounded by beauty of nature is the only time I feel completely happy and free. I hope that gets put into the giant world-wide feeling collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/340741348_b5b10bd512.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/340741348_b5b10bd512.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leonardlow/340741348/"&gt;barrier reef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1982392325312362302?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1982392325312362302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1982392325312362302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1982392325312362302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1982392325312362302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-yet-fully-understand-how-it.html' title='I don&apos;t yet fully understand how it works'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3106937986251113873</id><published>2009-03-27T17:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:22:18.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mariah &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3326567039_515db00c64.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3326567039_515db00c64.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey has been my bitch since I was 7 and choreographing ice skating routines for my barbies to her songs. She is pretty much in constant rotation in the songs I always sing in the shower. Seriously, she is one of the most ridiculous women in the world and has the craziest range &amp; singing voice of all time. Her songs still speak to me. Today while cleaning my room, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au8sFAk2O_8&amp;feature=related"&gt;Dreamlover&lt;/a&gt; (it's worth clicking to watch the video which is I guess legally MC doesn't want me putting on my blog) came on my shuffle and it's the story of my life. I want to sing it at karaoke if I ever end up going. &lt;br /&gt;My FAVE Mariah song of all time is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QapwJpAe7w"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/a&gt;. Oh man are her videos classic. She's basically my guiltiest of pleasures that I don't really feel bad about liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already obsessed with her, watch this video &amp; you might just fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQyXUTznv_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQyXUTznv_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today I give thanks for the 39 years Mariah's been on this earth acting crazyyy. Love you boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also my bestest friend in the whole wide world's birthday today too. He's not so much a fan of calling attention to it though. He and Mariah have pretty much opposite personalities though. However, I'm not surprised they share a birthday because they also share much of my love and are equally absurdly wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3390173015_2d4ab99301.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3390173015_2d4ab99301.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3106937986251113873?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3106937986251113873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3106937986251113873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3106937986251113873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3106937986251113873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-mariah-3.html' title='Happy Birthday Mariah &lt;3'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-5270248494531732457</id><published>2009-03-26T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:04:09.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if you feel like turning your brain off for a moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQKo_uiZQdM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQKo_uiZQdM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-5270248494531732457?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5270248494531732457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=5270248494531732457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/5270248494531732457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/5270248494531732457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-feel-like-turning-your-brain-off.html' title='if you feel like turning your brain off for a moment...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2738514006525768424</id><published>2009-03-23T16:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:56:50.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Movies I really wanna see &amp; JM &lt;3</title><content type='html'>500 Days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (in 3D!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDzs1ydRL6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDzs1ydRL6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; John Mayer is thinking about breaking into rap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAWfvkGMR0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iAWfvkGMR0s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I'm in love with him. It's fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/2773775226_0e73a47843.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 493px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/2773775226_0e73a47843.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pkeigan/2773775226/"&gt;Oh yea that's a sleeve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to stalk him further...&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/johncmayer"&gt;his twitter&lt;/a&gt;. He's pretty genius &amp; hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2738514006525768424?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2738514006525768424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2738514006525768424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2738514006525768424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2738514006525768424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/movies-i-really-wanna-see-jm-3.html' title='Movies I really wanna see &amp; JM &lt;3'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7279288161670257346</id><published>2009-03-22T01:25:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:55:15.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>She's kind of a big deal (&amp; I like to think I contributed indirectly)</title><content type='html'>Amylee Belotti is my best friend Taryn's best friend (since like middle school or something). She is one of the coolest and most badass people I know. Recently, she moved to Texas and showed the short film posted below at &lt;a href="http://sxsw.com/film/film_awards/categories"&gt;SXSW&lt;/a&gt;. She's really artistic, talented in several creative outlets and makes a really good veggie stir-fry. I feel like I contributed to the film slightly because I taught Taryn how to french braid and she teaches Amy in it. Taryn's dog Dudley is in the background which makes me really happy because every time you look at him, he cheers you up. Plus, a few years ago when Taryn &amp; I spent New Year's at her dad's house, I slept in the bed her brother wakes up in.  I think she'll be famous one day. The film is about her family, her life and about rising above and learning from negative things that happen in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1780808&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1780808&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1780808"&gt;Hi Mom&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user770175"&gt;Amylee Belotti&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7279288161670257346?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7279288161670257346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7279288161670257346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7279288161670257346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7279288161670257346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-kind-of-big-deal-i-like-to-think-i.html' title='She&apos;s kind of a big deal (&amp; I like to think I contributed indirectly)'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8939582965726155668</id><published>2009-03-19T22:00:00.039-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:06:10.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>"Like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit" - Lil Wayne</title><content type='html'>I am clearly not Wheezy's type. Being 100% Irish almost guarantees being chock full of flat assed genes. I mean I very grateful to be endowed with some &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tig+ol'+bitties"&gt;tig ol' bitties&lt;/a&gt; but I hate that when I try to do the Beyonce 'Uh Oh' dance, it just isn't the same because I have nowhere near the amount of "jelly" that's required to execute it properly. &lt;br /&gt;This should give you an vague idea of what I'm workin with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/meggers1227/camron.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 98px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/meggers1227/camron.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the absolute pinnacle of derriere perfection, I think Shakira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/i115857317_82937.gif?t=1237517156"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/i115857317_82937.gif?t=1237517156" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8sZ5oX9q_E/R0TAaFxNugI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EpbYtRTlf64/s200/shakira_ass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8sZ5oX9q_E/R0TAaFxNugI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EpbYtRTlf64/s200/shakira_ass.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pictures do not do the girl justice. Seriously I'm in awe. When I shake 'what my mama gave' me like that (I mean I try my hardest), I realized I was ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't already tell, this post is dedicated entirely to butts. If you can't handle that, don't bother continuing on. It only gets worse. Maybe it's because I spend too much time with guyfriends &amp; a bisexual female friend who feel compelled to mention when a notable ass comes into view. Maybe it's because the grass is always greener. All I know is I love big butts (&amp; I cannot lie) and I'm really desperate to find a way to get one. Sadly, I don't have $7,500 - 15,000 to spend on plastic surgery and I doubt that would give me the look I want anyway. My entire life, I've been surrounded by girls with big butts and I've always wanted to beef up my booty. When I think about it, all my close girlfriends have major junk in the trunk. I've always been totally envious, considering my ass is basically just a continuation of my back. &lt;br /&gt;Here is some evidence: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/DSCF1489.jpg?t=1237517220"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/DSCF1489.jpg?t=1237517220" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve 2006 (I think). My very blonde self slapping Carly's wonderfully huge butt after a failed game of Twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/l_167886090328d91dc66c8e4a7889f5-1.jpg?t=1237518998"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 634px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/l_167886090328d91dc66c8e4a7889f5-1.jpg?t=1237518998" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course my beautiful best friend Janine and her perfect ass (stole &amp; cropped from her myspace. I think she'd be flattered) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am not the only one seeking the perfect butt. I found &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,191622,00.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; interesting story on Fox News (seriously. such significant &amp; groundbreaking news they provide): &lt;br /&gt;"The perfect female derriere has firmness to the touch and a resilience that prevents undue wobble or bounce, yet looks soft with flawless skin," said Dr. David Holmes, a psychology lecturer at Manchester Metropolitan University, who devised the formula for measuring the perfect butt. &lt;br /&gt;Here it is: (S+C) x (B+F) / (T-V)&lt;br /&gt;First, a woman assesses her assets on a scale from 1 to 20 (1 being worst and 20 best) in the following categories:&lt;br /&gt;* S = overall shape (a ripe peach being just about right)&lt;br /&gt;* C = circularity (rounder is better)&lt;br /&gt;* B = bounciness (less wobble is preferred)&lt;br /&gt;* F = firmness (too much push to that cushion loses points)&lt;br /&gt;* T = skin texture (no cellulite, please)&lt;br /&gt;Then calculate:&lt;br /&gt;* V = the ratio of one's hips to waist. &lt;br /&gt;the perfect score of approximately 80.&lt;br /&gt;"Slender thighs and hip-to-waist ratio of 0.7 will frame the perfect bum, well, perfectly," Holmes said.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect butt has a FORMULA and I suck at math. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year while in my Body Conditioning class (BEST), I had a mission and that was to build a booty. Laziness set in and I started to skimp on my daily lunges and squats. However, I have found some celebrity bootylicious (you knew I was gonna drop that tired catchphrase at some point in this post) photos and made myself a game plan. Time to revamp my failed attempts and begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mission: Bikini-Worthy Booty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cardio: Hiking, running, biking, kickboxing, walking &amp; stairs stairs stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Glute Squeezes: Just squeeze and release. Probably going to this anytime I'm sitting for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lunges: These are great for legs as well. Allow Kate Beckinsale to demonstrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/12982/Kate%20squats.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 452px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/12982/Kate%20squats.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://jamieatlas.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that regular lunges only utilize part of the muscle. It's better to use full range of motion by turning your upper body toward your bent knee.&lt;br /&gt;Start out with 2 sets of 15 reps each leg, 3 times a week (add weight if it gets too easy) for 4-8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Squats: These are the ones you do in the privacy of your own home. Because they look like this &amp; get you attention at the gym for sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oxygenmag.com/content/oxy62/narrow_squats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://www.oxygenmag.com/content/oxy62/narrow_squats.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really feel like adding extra weight because I think they are hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Single leg squats: My Body Conditioning teacher showed me these and I'm forever grateful. I think this also relates to the full range of motion idea. Jessica Biel's half-assed (obvi pun intended) example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/biel-gym-12.jpg?t=1237523333"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 574px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/biel-gym-12.jpg?t=1237523333" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically just keep one leg straight and bend the other further down. You will feel the burn and clearly they work for Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/jessica-biel-booty-43-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 531px; height: 800px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/jessica-biel-booty-43-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Plie: Ballerinas have the most killer bodies. These are HARD. It's important to make sure don't your knees don't pass your toes with these, unlike in the picture. I just used it to illustrate the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/Plie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 471px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/Plie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had been in Ballet for like 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Step Back Butt Boost:&lt;br /&gt;Do 2 to 3 sets of 8 to 15 reps, 2 to 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;1- Stand with your feet hip width apart and your hands on your hips.&lt;br /&gt;2- Step your right leg back about a stride's length behind you and bend both knees until your right leg is parallel to the floor and your left leg is perpendicular to it. Hold a moment and stand back up to the start. Alternate legs to complete reps.&lt;br /&gt;Sorta a Reverse Lunge I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Step Ups: When you think aerobics, you probably think step ups. I like these, especially adding some curls and weights to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/sp/sport-thieme-aerobic-step.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/sp/sport-thieme-aerobic-step.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exercise.about.com/cs/butthipsthighs/l/blbutt.htm"&gt;Another good list of butt workouts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some inspiration. Feel free to revere these perfect rears. These are NOT meant to be masterbatory materials so don't be pervy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g142/jooshh/jessica-biel-bikini2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 607px;" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g142/jooshh/jessica-biel-bikini2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Biel. Behold how great a white girl booty can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/anna_kournikova_perfect_butt000x-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/anna_kournikova_perfect_butt000x-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what to say except DAYYYYUMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/jessicasimpson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o296/clearlyitsmegan/jessicasimpson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a fan of Jessica Simpson but she does rock these short shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post a picture of my own butt as a "before" picture but I decided against it. Once it improves, I will show the comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8939582965726155668?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8939582965726155668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8939582965726155668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8939582965726155668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8939582965726155668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-bitch-with-no-ass-you-aint-got.html' title='&quot;Like a bitch with no ass, you ain&apos;t got shit&quot; - Lil Wayne'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o8sZ5oX9q_E/R0TAaFxNugI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EpbYtRTlf64/s72-c/shakira_ass.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8671890816452053140</id><published>2009-03-18T18:24:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:53:11.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna go to the rooftops and scream, "I love my best friend(s)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3366714948_9ed2188f79.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3366714948_9ed2188f79.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(baby faves &lt;3 circa sophomore year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was kind of a mess involving me having far too much of Michelle's infamous jello, my stupid expired (but otherwise completely authentic) license, a bouncer on a power trip &amp; with no brain in his head, 3 failed attempts to get into the bar and me hysterically crying. As angry as I still am about what went down, I realized something after the whole incident. I have three of the greatest people in the world as my best friends. Taryn was arguing with the guy and telling him if the bar got raided &amp; fined because of me she would pay the $500, if she could put it on her credit card and Eddie almost got himself kicked out trying to reason with the dude. I called Dean mid-bawling my eyes out over the ridiculous and frustrating situation and although he was taking the bouncer's side while I told him the story later (typical Dean: 'he's just doing his job' haha THANKS), he hung out with me until I calmed myself and let me throw some punches at his hands. Before going out, we were all rehashing stories of St. Patrick's days and Rush Weeks gone by (or times Michelle comes to visit us) and laughing about all our misadventures. While Eddie and Dean were teasing Carolyn, we were joking saying we can't believe she hasn't broken up with Dean and how she'd be breaking up with all of us. Seriously though we come in a 4-pack and not too many people (especially significant others) can understand or put up with that. The ones that do, like darling Carolyn who's dealt for 2 years now, are I guess the ones that are truly worth it. These three have saved my life countless times, debated all sorts of philosophies about life for hours, always had my back &amp; answered 3am phonecalls, called me out when I deserved it, perpetually teased me and really made me who I am today. We've fought &amp; screamed at each other at the top of our lungs, broken into song mid-conversation, cuddled &amp; had glorious pillow talk and spontaneously road-tripped to nowhere. I love them more than words can express and I wouldn't trade the memories we've made for anything. Reminds me of the lyrics from the song For Good from the show  Wicked: 'Who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you, I've been changed for good."&lt;br /&gt;Habibi &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3366715112_aeb19cb155.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3366715112_aeb19cb155.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bromance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3468/3365891285_2c2aa9b832.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3468/3365891285_2c2aa9b832.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live together. imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3366714882_57c2b42ca7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3366714882_57c2b42ca7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puppyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3365891043_ce4f9d7b5d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 396px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3365891043_ce4f9d7b5d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the signature suffocating squeeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3365891227_26696acce5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3365891227_26696acce5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course our usual hungover awkward morning-after photo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote- I love The Office, be proposed to over twitter &amp; of course my new fiance Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/3366642876_c3a210811b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 134px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/3366642876_c3a210811b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3366642904_a927321295.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 64px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3366642904_a927321295.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8671890816452053140?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8671890816452053140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8671890816452053140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8671890816452053140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8671890816452053140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-wanna-go-to-rooftops-and-scream.html' title='I just wanna go to the rooftops and scream, &quot;I love my best friend(s)&quot;'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6448958882515881835</id><published>2009-03-17T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:26:19.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ERIN GO BRAGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/robbynorman/2632877093/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2632877093_991f6671c0.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/robbynorman/2632877093/"&gt;Cliffs of Moher, Ireland&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/robbynorman/"&gt;kingrobby25&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;br /&gt;In Ireland, this is a religious holiday and people don't get fall-down drunk like here but I use it as a reason to celebrate my culture and the homeland. I can't wait to go back and I'm even more excited to get my dual citizenship. I will be listening to irish music alllll day and fighting the temptation to slip jig around campus. Hopefully I can fit in watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119632/"&gt;'The Matchmaker'&lt;/a&gt; too. Obviously I'm going to the bar later because well I'm in college anddd Dirty Paris is playing at the pub. I'm currently wearing green shorts and later I'm strapping on my Guinness suspenders. You know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireland Forever &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6448958882515881835?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6448958882515881835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6448958882515881835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6448958882515881835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6448958882515881835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/erin-go-bragh.html' title='ERIN GO BRAGH!'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2632877093_991f6671c0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8680377790599021368</id><published>2009-03-12T17:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:05:06.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is cold</title><content type='html'>I feel like everything is happening far too fast and I'm not really sure where the time is going. I've been noticing lots of people in love lately and more than anything I wish for someone to love and love me back. It's still nice to watch people be affectionate towards each other even if I feel slightly jealous. I'm going to try not to think about it too much. I'm going to fix my nails then work on a paper. Hopefully I'll finish quickly and be able to be social later. This is why I don't blog as much anymore because this is sort of what life has become. Last night, I went to the bar to listen to live music and drank water all night so I didn't get hassled for not having a drink in my hand. I also quit my job a few hours ago, finally. Last night, I had a wonderful dream involving a beautiful foreign boy in an old, dilapidated but once grand hotel. Helicopters, random naked people in animal masks, broken subway cars and snapple fact caps were also involved. I think I've been doing far too much philosophy and poetry reading for my own good/sanity. It was a great dream, so much in fact that I didn't get up to go to my first class and it's been in the back of my mind all day. I just realized Joey's wedding is a week and a day away which is exciting and scary all at once since he is my first friend to get married. Sheesh, so it begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8680377790599021368?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8680377790599021368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8680377790599021368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8680377790599021368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8680377790599021368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-cold.html' title='Today is cold'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4018191674267751773</id><published>2009-03-10T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:14:05.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Things i want before vacation</title><content type='html'>Ok so I haven't written much lately and I apologize. I have been crazy busy and life is wild. I'm gonna make a little wish list of what I would love to appear on my doorstep before my spring break : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V272772_645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 571px;" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V272772_645.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;event=display&amp;prnbr=CK-223487&amp;page=1&amp;cgname=OSSWMBIKZZZ&amp;rfnbr=1232"&gt;new bikini!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mysigg.com/ProductImages/MYSIGG08/8161.00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 389px;" src="http://www.mysigg.com/ProductImages/MYSIGG08/8161.00.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysigg.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;ProdID=558"&gt;new water bottle!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappos.com/images/713/7131246/985-210857-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/713/7131246/985-210857-d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/product/7131246/color/9926"&gt;birks that are actually cute!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can scrounge together some money and buy myself some presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4018191674267751773?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4018191674267751773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4018191674267751773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4018191674267751773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4018191674267751773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-want-before-vacation.html' title='Things i want before vacation'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2834994258711359373</id><published>2009-03-06T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:10:28.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>lovee this girl</title><content type='html'>but not as much as Eddie does haha. I love pop-up books like SO MUCH omfg. This is a DREAM : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyXmp-FiPJo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyXmp-FiPJo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/1019116841301232112-2834994258711359373?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2834994258711359373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2834994258711359373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2834994258711359373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2834994258711359373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovee-this-girl.html' title='lovee this girl'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4798056247926705136</id><published>2009-03-05T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:02:33.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>This is pretty close to reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="-moz-border-radius:8px;-webkit-border-radius:8px;border-radius:8px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;text-align:center;padding:10px;width:240px"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My OkCupid Dating Persona Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:18px;line-height:20px;padding:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a style="color:#2f67a6;background:none;text-decoration:underline;" href="/personality?type=RGLD&amp;amp;g=&amp;amp;o=1"&gt;The Window Shopper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color:#2f67a6;background:none;text-decoration:underline;" href="/personality?type=RGLD&amp;amp;g=&amp;amp;o=1"&gt;&lt;img style="background:#fff;border:1px solid #ddd;padding:10px;margin:10px 0px;" src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/graphics/persons/RGLDf_thumb.gif" alt="The Priss" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="padding:0px 0px 10px 0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a style="color:#2f67a6;background:none;text-decoration:underline;" href="/personality?type=RGLD&amp;amp;g=&amp;amp;o=1"&gt;Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLD)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding:6px 0px;margin:0px;border-top:1px solid #ddd;"&gt;&lt;a style="color:#f83265;background:none;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile/"&gt;View my profile: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding:6px 0px;margin:0px;border-top:1px solid #ddd;"&gt;&lt;a style="color:#f83265;background:none;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.okcupid.com/the-dating-persona-test"&gt;Find out your dating persona, take The Dating Persona Test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Yea it's a dating website but I haven't gotten that desperate yet. This quiz was sweeeet, you should all take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it said about me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You’re a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it’s likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You’ve had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there’ll be much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you’re especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal match is someone who’ll love you back with equal fire, and someone you’ve grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you’re drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4798056247926705136?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4798056247926705136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4798056247926705136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4798056247926705136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4798056247926705136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-pretty-close-to-reality.html' title='This is pretty close to reality...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1940675510091980990</id><published>2009-03-01T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:20:29.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Nothin is impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a 5 minute reminder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2477636/everything_is_possible.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2477636/everything_is_possible/"&gt;Everything is Possible&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Funny bloopers R us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you see that dude with the massive hula hoop? YUP flushing meadow park!! HOLLLAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People from Queens have talents too.  I was watching 'How to Go Out on a Date in Queens' earlier and I had my doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1940675510091980990?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1940675510091980990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1940675510091980990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1940675510091980990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1940675510091980990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothin-is-impossible.html' title='Nothin is impossible'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4276561002159708015</id><published>2009-02-28T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:24:53.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Want to see this badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-hdYw4I1DQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-hdYw4I1DQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I've only been posted videos. I've been writing a lot in real life and neglecting blog life. Hope you enjoy them anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4276561002159708015?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4276561002159708015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4276561002159708015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4276561002159708015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4276561002159708015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/want-to-see-this-badly.html' title='Want to see this badly'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8496427805829749213</id><published>2009-02-26T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:35:54.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Why South Park is my favorite show</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:southparkstudios.com:150330" width="480" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" flashvars="autoPlay=false&amp;amp;dist=http://www.southparkstudios.com&amp;amp;orig=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;the magiccc of reading. Oh how I miss book fairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'Smug Alert' is another great episode but I don't want to post a video because apparently everyone in San Fran smells their own farts. The kids take acid to deal with their parents smelling their own farts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I spent the whole day fixing my resume and looking for jobs. There aren't too many but I was always happy to find jobs looking for English majors. Bah I want to stay in college forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8496427805829749213?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8496427805829749213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8496427805829749213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8496427805829749213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8496427805829749213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-south-park-is-my-favorite-show.html' title='Why South Park is my favorite show'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1030240421305482072</id><published>2009-02-25T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:19:39.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conor oberst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bright eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Just another little reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;that Life is Beautiful because of:&lt;/div&gt;-love&lt;div&gt;-music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Conor Oberst with every fiber of my being (you should already know this if you know me AT ALL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I love this video because he throws em all together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwFS69nA-1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwFS69nA-1w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1030240421305482072?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1030240421305482072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1030240421305482072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1030240421305482072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1030240421305482072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-another-little-reminder.html' title='Just another little reminder...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-222422802363707375</id><published>2009-02-23T01:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:06:30.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I'm dedicating a post to lady gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't really love her music but I feel the need to celebrate her absolutely ridiculous nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/3290768926_ec221bc28a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/3290768926_ec221bc28a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fake feather eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3291957503_9eeec72e62.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3291957503_9eeec72e62.jpg?v=0" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3291957503_9eeec72e62.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If nude stockings become the new leggings, I may have to leave the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3295206094_62b4508a11.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3295206094_62b4508a11.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by her grandmother's china perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/3122335010_c53e4a6eeb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/3122335010_c53e4a6eeb.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fierce video game icicle queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3296190219_a1f04606e0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3510/3296190219_a1f04606e0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please start selling these. I want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3298573232_9e2f8b505c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3298573232_9e2f8b505c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total superhero status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her music is total pop dance-y super produced stuff but she has got some pipes so I respect her even if she forgets to put on pants. Proof of aforementioned pipes in the video below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-222422802363707375?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/222422802363707375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=222422802363707375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/222422802363707375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/222422802363707375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dedicating-post-to-lady-gaga.html' title='I&apos;m dedicating a post to lady gaga'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-9073457457782140516</id><published>2009-02-22T19:28:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:12:28.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>GREASE!</title><content type='html'>I caught this on tv yesterday. The commercial for it said it was the original 'High School Musical'. PLEASE no comparison. This movie blows that Disney Channel shit to pieces. It's hilarious, has the best &amp;amp; most memorable songs, is loaded with innuendo &amp;amp; wonderfully inappropriate teenage behavior and has amazing costumes. Plus it's pretty obvious Danny Zuko would kick Zac Efron's character's ass.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hollywoodteenmovies.com/GreasePic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 529px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.hollywoodteenmovies.com/GreasePic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Tell me more, tell me more...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where do I even begin. I drooled over all the costumes in this entire scene. I love the poodle skirts, the scarves, the blouses, and especially all the color. 50's hair = &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 424px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/BE078343.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid={5a37e188-9b9b-4f70-82b9-5e37a9c76aa6}" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'She's too pure to be pink'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this entire song went over my head all hundred times that I watched this years ago. Oh man, Rizzo is the best. Her outfits, her bad-ass attitude, she is greatness. She's the leader of the Pink Ladies but fits in with the T-Birds just as well. Rizzo &amp;amp; Frenchy are my favorite characters. Bad Sandy in the end is a close third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16381919.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid={b29395e4-dd68-4c19-95ed-2084f197401d}" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You think you're such a looker but no customer would go to you unless she was a hooker."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love this scene &amp;amp; Frenchy's hair. I always tell people that when I go completely gray, I'm going to dye my hair every color of the rainbow. My hair is too dark to deal with changing it now (learned that lesson freshman year of college hah). This may be the first color I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hillyblue/2719056685/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2719056685_a050a1bf8d.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hillyblue/"&gt;Hilly_Blue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;RIZZO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;OBSESSED WITH HER DRESS (I am drawn to tulle in all of its forms) &amp;amp; obviously her date Kenickie (it's sad thinking about poor, strung-out Jeff Conway now) and his yellow socks. Dear Modern Men of the World, Please start matching your socks to your shirts. I would really enjoy it. I love when Frenchy's date calls her a 'beautiful blonde pineapple' because that is seriously what she looks like. All the dresses in this scene are amazing. Note to self- buy t-strap shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 480px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/BE022465.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid={e0a2427a-c156-406a-9975-bd50fef14abf}" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;Sandy &amp;amp; Danny foreverrrr. I'm really sad this is in black &amp;amp; white because Danny is super sexy in a cotton candy pink shirt with matching pink socks too of course. I'm telling you, colorful socks should be the next big trend in Men's wear. I'm thinking I should somehow get like Kayne West to bring them back. Sandy's dress is white so it doesn't matter. I am truly in love with John Travolta but only in this movie. Sadly, he had to go get old, fat &amp;amp; scientology-induced crazy. I guess you can't stay a greaser forever. Don't even get me started on the movie version of 'The Outsiders" or there will be drool all over my keyboard. Maybe another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://greasemovie.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/st6_2_5281.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;"We'll always be together" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;Aww the end! So classic! Yet again the outfits are to die for. I was on the fence about buying leggings that look like Sandy's but I think that decision has just been made. This scene makes me really happy because they are graduating seniors and the song is about how they will always be friends. I'm graduating soon too ok? I'm a sappy mess even over musical soundtracks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-9073457457782140516?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9073457457782140516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=9073457457782140516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/9073457457782140516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/9073457457782140516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-originally-uploaded-by-hillyblue.html' title='GREASE!'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2719056685_a050a1bf8d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6425700671021856194</id><published>2009-02-22T19:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:38:05.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Birdie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I watched this movie on TCM yesterday and fell back in love with it. I couldn't understand how or why I knew all the words to every song but I did. I watched it when I was around 8 or 9. The costumes are quite possibly the greatest part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/JS1566670.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B18817567-56A1-4E2D-AF2E-F3DE31E63E60%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/JS1566670.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B18817567-56A1-4E2D-AF2E-F3DE31E63E60%7D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you conrad, oh yes we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really disappointed this is in black in white because Conrad is in a fabulous shoulders-to-boots sparkly gold outfit. Kim's dress is amazing too. Good thing I'm taking Apparel Construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f-5QLXa7_Y/SWj-9b_z4lI/AAAAAAAAC7s/a-cGXLbhSSc/s400/Blog+Art+-+Bye,+Bye+Birdie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f-5QLXa7_Y/SWj-9b_z4lI/AAAAAAAAC7s/a-cGXLbhSSc/s400/Blog+Art+-+Bye,+Bye+Birdie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosie! (I think she's my favorite character in the movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm borderline obsessed with fringe lately. There is really no explaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2906589090_91c752d711.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 303px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2906589090_91c752d711.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/positivelypuzzled/2906589090/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This number is super fun. I am not really feeling the high waisted pants because I feel like they flatter no one. This picture is here because well...I think I'm developing another girl-crush, this time on Anne Margaret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6425700671021856194?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6425700671021856194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6425700671021856194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6425700671021856194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6425700671021856194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-birdie.html' title='Bye Bye Birdie'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f-5QLXa7_Y/SWj-9b_z4lI/AAAAAAAAC7s/a-cGXLbhSSc/s72-c/Blog+Art+-+Bye,+Bye+Birdie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1010695586722957043</id><published>2009-02-21T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:36:05.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nathanwyatt/2944605733/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2944605733_8e3bdbd912.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nathanwyatt/2944605733/"&gt;State Radio&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nathanwyatt/"&gt;NathanWyatt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other night, Jeff, Eddie &amp; I roadtripped like 4 1/2 hours in a blizzard to Rochester to see State Radio. It was completely spur of the moment and not planned in the least, yet everything worked out perfectly. We listened to old school 90's classics, reggae &amp; jimmy buffet to distract ourselves from the weather on the way there. Singing 'Margaritaville' while driving in a snow globe was really amusing to me. We got there literally seconds before they went on &amp; it was a great show. After, we went to Wegman's (the most spectacular grocery store ever) to get beer &amp; brownie mix, hung out wayyy too late and slept in Jeff's sister's living room. We drove back the next morning (still in a snowstorm) but it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home &amp; I feel like I'm on a tropical island compared to Oneonta weather. In a few minutes, I'm gonna go out to celebrate Janine's 22nd year of life. I am amped. Life is currently very sweeeet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1010695586722957043?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1010695586722957043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1010695586722957043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1010695586722957043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1010695586722957043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-forgot-to-mention.html' title='I forgot to mention'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2944605733_8e3bdbd912_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-9005749932477008409</id><published>2009-02-20T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:53:44.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>sometimes i really want children</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DR3JWrMjFY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DR3JWrMjFY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like these would be my sons hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-9005749932477008409?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9005749932477008409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=9005749932477008409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/9005749932477008409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/9005749932477008409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-really-want-children.html' title='sometimes i really want children'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2265870076411352761</id><published>2009-02-19T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:02:28.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>in 43 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.radiotania.org/images/san-francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.radiotania.org/images/san-francisco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there soon, &lt;a href="http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-do-with-rest-of-my-life.html"&gt;Arnold&lt;/a&gt;. I'm thinking I'm not going to want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2265870076411352761?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2265870076411352761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2265870076411352761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2265870076411352761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2265870076411352761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-43-days.html' title='in 43 days'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7967286467941740570</id><published>2009-02-17T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:12:03.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt; Even when you are not feeling your best,&lt;br /&gt;you try hard. You're strong when things are broken. Where there is hurt,&lt;br /&gt;you rise up with surprising resilience to provide help and inspiration. If&lt;br /&gt;there are people who don't know where they are or where they're going,&lt;br /&gt;you are often a beacon of calm. Thank you, my beautiful friend. I applaud&lt;br /&gt;your urge to fight for justice not only in service to yourself but also on&lt;br /&gt;behalf of others who can't be as composed as you are when things are&lt;br /&gt;broken. And I'm happy to inform you that the favors you're doling out&lt;br /&gt;now will ultimately be returned in kind when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;really? well ok...&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/1019116841301232112-7967286467941740570?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7967286467941740570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7967286467941740570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7967286467941740570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7967286467941740570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-130815947313968090</id><published>2009-02-11T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:30:00.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I want Sofia Coppola to direct my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oWGD5yYS9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0oWGD5yYS9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-130815947313968090?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/130815947313968090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=130815947313968090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/130815947313968090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/130815947313968090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8193967303495860316</id><published>2009-02-10T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:28:27.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>CellarDoor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/116151898_21d829582c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/116151898_21d829582c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donnie Darko is one of my most favorite movies. It's almost over now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.- So far, lots of good signs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8193967303495860316?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8193967303495860316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8193967303495860316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8193967303495860316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8193967303495860316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/cellardoor.html' title='CellarDoor'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3860843294814064597</id><published>2009-02-09T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:56:29.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>oh happy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This weeks weather: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 145px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3324/3267306639_f9a4119418.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm convinced that at least 70% of my mood is based on the temperature outside. Not too long ago, the temperature was in the single digits or negatives. Today has been a wonderful day. Wednesday will probably be spectacular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3860843294814064597?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3860843294814064597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3860843294814064597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3860843294814064597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3860843294814064597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-happy-days.html' title='oh happy days'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2639043721361377087</id><published>2009-02-09T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:57:06.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I really like this poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DESIDERATA  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak you truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.  Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.  Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are a child ofthe universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.  Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.  With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerul. Strive to be happy.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; - Max Ehrmann, 1927&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2639043721361377087?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2639043721361377087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2639043721361377087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2639043721361377087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2639043721361377087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-really-like-this-poem.html' title='I really like this poem...'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7490082095393981094</id><published>2009-02-08T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:50:57.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel kind of sad but simple things can make me really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3263801702_21c7fc7404.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3513/3263801702_21c7fc7404.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are worse things than being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Charles Bukowski &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7490082095393981094?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7490082095393981094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7490082095393981094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7490082095393981094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7490082095393981094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2634173405910930648</id><published>2009-02-07T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:58:06.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>obama in college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He was pretty sexy. When I look at old pictures, I really just want to go back in time. This era kind of blows sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/obama_youth/obama_youth_05a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 611px; height: 404px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/obama_youth/obama_youth_05a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/obama_youth/obama_youth_10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 611px; height: 404px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/obama_youth/obama_youth_10a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 611px; height: 404px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/obama_youth/obama_youth_09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from Time Magazine...more &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1866765_1815160,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2634173405910930648?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2634173405910930648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2634173405910930648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2634173405910930648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2634173405910930648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/obama-in-college.html' title='obama in college'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-4951438577943172935</id><published>2009-02-04T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:09:12.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>this morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3252779453_cb0fa061df.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3252779453_cb0fa061df.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I looked like when I got up. I think it's very Mayor of Whoville in How the Grinch Stole Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3253605954_e544015ae8.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My intention was to have "beachy waves" but my hair decided to go 80's. It's coming down a little now and I plan to go out in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me miss irish dancing so much. It pains me to watch and not dance along too. I wonder if I can start an irish dance class in Oneonta haha although I'm so not remotely close to qualified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mK3tGZtJB7s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mK3tGZtJB7s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&amp;amp; she bows at the end which is so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-4951438577943172935?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4951438577943172935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=4951438577943172935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4951438577943172935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/4951438577943172935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-morning.html' title='this morning'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2524441786240140464</id><published>2009-02-02T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:26:35.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>superbowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Favorite superbowl ad: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbcPTWd23vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbcPTWd23vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For awhile, we weren't expecting much of a game but then it got good. We also ate way too much food. I drank Bud Light...coincidence or the result of tons of advertising? The Office on after was also glorious. I think I have the best friends ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get things back together. I feel like I have to accept the fact that I never know what's going to happen and that I should just embrace whatever random, unfathomable things come over the horizon. I just feel like I'm often on the verge of an anxiety attack when I think about how soon I'm leaving and how not concrete my plan is. Does everyone realize how little control over your life you really have? I guess it's scary and wonderful all at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2524441786240140464?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2524441786240140464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2524441786240140464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2524441786240140464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2524441786240140464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl.html' title='superbowl'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6512270085656953240</id><published>2009-01-28T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:26:57.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember that time</title><content type='html'>when I've given up on the male species. Well ok that's happened multiple times but now more than ever. &lt;div&gt;Sorry for the lack of blogging. I haven't been the hugest fan of life lately. When things start looking up, you'll hear more from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.- The second coming of Christ is Ani DiFranco. Just throwing it out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6512270085656953240?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6512270085656953240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6512270085656953240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6512270085656953240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6512270085656953240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-that-time.html' title='remember that time'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7274718404476567129</id><published>2009-01-19T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:14:27.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it is too sad, cold and frozen for me here right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rkroenert/2477618835/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/2477618835_0ed4d4791a.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rkroenert/2477618835/"&gt;Cloudy Sausalito Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rkroenert/"&gt;Wiggum03&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;when he walks right past me then I finally see on this bar stool I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;so I'm taking my frown to a far distant town on an island in the blue bay&lt;br /&gt;far away, far away, I wanna go far away&lt;br /&gt;to a new life on a new shore line&lt;br /&gt;where the water is blue &amp; the people are new&lt;br /&gt;to another island in another life&lt;br /&gt;-ingrid michaelson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should move to sausalito&lt;br /&gt;livings easy on a house boat&lt;br /&gt;let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep&lt;br /&gt;in the morning when the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;look in the water, see the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;as if heaven has been laid there at our feet&lt;br /&gt;-conor oberst&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7274718404476567129?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7274718404476567129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7274718404476567129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7274718404476567129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7274718404476567129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-too-sad-cold-and-frozen-for-me.html' title='it is too sad, cold and frozen for me here right now.'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/2477618835_0ed4d4791a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-1347495610560381865</id><published>2009-01-16T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:08:49.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the 90s'/><title type='text'>Anyone else miss this?</title><content type='html'>I do. They apparently went bankrupt but I wonder if there's one still open somewhere.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33QpqR-fN0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33QpqR-fN0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-1347495610560381865?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/1347495610560381865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=1347495610560381865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1347495610560381865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/1347495610560381865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/anyone-else-miss-this.html' title='Anyone else miss this?'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8521466913915925855</id><published>2009-01-12T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:44:46.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>wonderful</title><content type='html'>Been awhile. I do apologize. I've been having tons of fun. Carly (also know as my 'significant other' and future roommate) came to visit me for a week. I tried to talk her out of living in NY (while on crowded subway cars, with the freezing wind blowing in our faces, after seeing a car accident blocking up a road &amp;amp; paying exorbitant amounts of money for everything, especially drinks) and us moving somewhere else but she seems like she still wants to live there. I guess that means I am too, at least for a year to figure things out and make some money. We will quite possibly be the greatest roommates and here is why:&lt;div&gt;1. Olive theory (she likes them, I hate them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She has a Super Nintendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We are basically the same size in clothing and have different styles (so we can share clothes but we won't want everything the other person has)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We are both neat but not overly crazy about cleaning (that only happens if I'm really upset about something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. We can hang out for hours on end and not get bored or mad at each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like lists. Anyway, I had a good break but I wish I got to see some more people but everyone's busy and all that. Now I'm back in Oneonta and it's glorious. I missed it so much. I spent Saturday night watching football at the boys' house. I understand and enjoy football now that Taryn explained it to me. I've been watching it for years with my dad but I was entertained by everything but the actual game but then (during the playoffs of course) I had a football epiphany. I get why people are so into now. It snowed a ton on Saturday too. Yesterday, I got lunch with Bonnie, Dean, Joe &amp;amp; Emily at Christopher's. That restaurant is an experience. The food was good and the salad bar was even better. The decor, music and general atmosphere really cracked me up though. After that, I went back with Dean to his house again to watch more football with them. I was there basically the rest of the day. I came back home and hung out with Jen &amp;amp; Lisa for awhile and we played oldies &amp;amp; sang along (even if we weren't totally sure of the words). Later on, we went to the Oak and met up with a ton of friends. Really fun night. We all made friends with the bartender. He basically told me his life story (which was interesting). People have a tendency to do that with me. I don't know why but I like it so it's fine. Cait and I made a new friend while outside too. Her name was Alex (I think) and she was from Hartwick. People from SUNY Oneonta never run into people from Hartwick so it's memorable when it happens. She was fucking cool too. We ended the night at Sal's with some slices. However, my stomach reminded me again today that I shouldn't drink beer or eat pizza (and NEVER together) unless I want to be in pain for hours. Somehow I forgot about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8521466913915925855?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8521466913915925855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8521466913915925855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8521466913915925855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8521466913915925855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful.html' title='wonderful'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6719900567383880689</id><published>2009-01-03T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:39:48.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2769299225_7faa155490.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2769299225_7faa155490.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shaman683/2769299225/"&gt;Dusty Springfield!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's gorgeous, talented and fabulous. Amy Winehouse and Duffy basically ripped off her style. Love them too but not as much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9NY3P1QwWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9NY3P1QwWw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpsDE6KCY9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpsDE6KCY9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yLrSVD6380&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yLrSVD6380&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PY2S35Wygkg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PY2S35Wygkg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how amazing were those outfits! I've also just realized that I think my aunt has been trying to look like her for years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 495px;" src="http://www.ovationtv.com/files/large_image_videos/0000/0086/dusty_springfield_372x495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dusty_Springfield"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, if your so interested. She had quite the life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6719900567383880689?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6719900567383880689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6719900567383880689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6719900567383880689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6719900567383880689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-565262179034489655</id><published>2009-01-02T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:49:21.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>2009 resolutions</title><content type='html'>Weren't you curious?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Continue my commitment to being active and eating well. Work out everyday. Cook way more. Eat more fresh veggies &amp;amp; fruits. Buy more from whole food stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-See the good &amp;amp; beautiful part of everything. Stay posi. Laugh it all off. Smile. Dance in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Spend time with people I love and who love me just as much. Never forget to tell them how much I love them. Distance myself from negative people, people who take me for granted and people that waste my time. If people push me away, just let go. It's their loss. But at the same time, really be there for the ones that really need me. Some people are worth the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Don't just dream big, live big. Be spontaneous. Follow my heart and make all my dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Travel and get the fuck out of NYC by this time next year (if not sooner).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Use less substances to kill boredom or pain. Find more productive things to do. Time and sobriety are precious, even if it doesn't always seem that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Always find time to read, write, sing and dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-565262179034489655?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/565262179034489655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=565262179034489655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/565262179034489655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/565262179034489655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-resolutions.html' title='2009 resolutions'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-2646105627501215256</id><published>2009-01-01T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:06:58.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TiLT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Things I love thursday!</title><content type='html'>It's been FAR too long, no?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New Year's Eve/2009: I LOVE IT ALREADY! I seriously couldn't have asked for a more perfect night. Ok I would add one thing but overall it was pretty ideal. I hung out with the ever-lovely Ms. Mackey and met the whole Texan branch of her fam. We started drinking at like 3pm in their hotel room and finished 2 bottles of wine by like 5pm. Great conversation and lots of laughing. I'm fairly sure the whole city was drunk by 7pm but maybe it's just because I was. I randomly texted my cousin earlier so I headed down to the East Village to her sick apartment. OMG so much fun. She made dinner and her &amp;amp; her sister (other cousin duh) and some of their friends came. Food was spectacular, as was the wine (so not boxed). Felt totally classy bring my $7 bottle of champagne but I was excited since it's the first one I ever purchased myself. They completely appreciated it and that was all the money I spent ALL NIGHT! I also learned a very exciting and totally badass party trick. I'm keeping it a secret for now but I will SO bust it out on my birthday. I will be legendary. Just you wait. 15 minutes before ball-droppage, we went literally downstairs to this tiny, packed saki bar. It was insanity. The place next door was like a book store with a bouncer &amp;amp; velvet rope because it was like only for private events or something. Totally wish we could've gone there too. Absolutely need to own something like it in the future. At about 5 minutes to midnight, we declared our resolutions and that it had already possibly been the best New Year's to date. At midnight, the bartenders sprayed champagne all over each other and the whole place went NUTS! My parents called and then my cousin called my mom back and left her a ridiculous drunken voicemail and at the end, we thought we'd hung up and you hear me go "Kath, you just drunk dialed my mom" and she's like "whatttteverrrr, it's New Year's". Classic. Called Oneonta too and missed everyone. After another sloppy like 20 minutes there, we ventured to some exclusive like speak-easy place that we weren't positive we'd get into. My cuz is kinda a big deal so we did! The bouncer was so indie &amp;amp; had like a handlebar mustache. He also wished me a belated happy birthday which lead into my cousins screaming about how I'm the baby cousin and they remember changing me &amp;amp; holding me and shit. Fabulous. Got there and felt like a rock star. I attempted (what I considered at the time) intelligent conversation with a very drunk Englishman but him &amp;amp; his best mate were just trying to get into the pants of these two very drunk girls. I obviously wasn't flirting so he had no use for me. Lame. At the same time, Trish tried to make out with the "h-a-w-t-t-t" bartender, which I guess didn't work out well. Too funny. We left, got pizza and crashed. This morning, her roommate's friend made everyone breakfast and then more friends came with more food. Glorious. More drinking too, "hair of the dog", which I could hardly handle because I felt dizzy sitting up. They have many years of training beyond me. I got ridiculous texts from everyone. Some people had far more monumental nights than I did ; ) I'm completely satisfied with mine though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"He's Just Not That Into You": It lives up to ALL the hype you've ever heard. I have NO idea when I only read it now. I would never had wasted months of my life. If you haven't, GO READ IT NOW. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Movie channels on DEMAND: Best part of being home. I watched such good ones. I totally forgot how quality "Dazed &amp;amp; Confused" is, probably because the last time I saw it I was about 10 and didn't understand it at all. I also saw "P.S.- I Love You" and cried like 7 minutes in. It was good but such a chick flick. I HAVE to go back to Ireland like asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-'&lt;a href="http://www.haleandhearty.com/"&gt;Hale &amp;amp; Hearty Soup&lt;/a&gt;': I actually got a block away from the entrance to hell, which my old high school &amp;amp; church happens to be located on top of. It was worth it because I ate the most delicious quick dinner ever at Hale &amp;amp; Hearty. I somehow forgot how incredible (but not so cheap) the food is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-BEING 21!: AHH it's as extraordinary as I had hoped it would be. I've been drinking far too much lately because of it but I've yet to get fall-down-drunk, which I guess I was supposed to be on my birthday. I'm kinda a tank though so I'm not surprised. I had lots of underage practice. My birthday was wonderful because I really have the best friends ever. Noonan is an angel sent from the heavens above. Jaci is sooo much fun to drink out of sippy cups &amp;amp; do shots with at 2pm. Of course, Dave &amp;amp; Buster's was such a good time because of Nick, Dean &amp;amp; Carolyn. Gotta love all the family funding of the partying as well with all the birthday checks rolling in. Still need to renew my license though and get a new picture for GODSAKES. So embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like 2009 is going to be the best evah. Carly will be arriving in 4 days. I have so many plans with old friends and so many books to read. Life is pretty fab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-2646105627501215256?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2646105627501215256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=2646105627501215256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2646105627501215256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/2646105627501215256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-love-thursday.html' title='Things I love thursday!'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-6412136375998270040</id><published>2008-12-30T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:25:33.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;I got my license, started a committed relationship, drank legally, successfully climbed a rock wall &amp;amp; various ropes courses, ran for a position &amp;amp; won, work at jobs I didn't dread going to, and many other things I can't recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what my resolutions were. Let me see if I can find them. I did keep the usual 'be happier and healthier' one that everyone has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;got two new lovely baby cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't leave the US : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;a career involving writing, my relationship to no longer be long-distance, to be financially independent, and an apartment with Carly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;12-14, 4-19, new year's 08, umm nothing else sticks out really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;probably the license haha I'm 16 it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;hmm not sure. try not to focus on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;I did have that terrible stomach virus but other than that, I've been ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;probably my phone even though it was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;hm everyone I know is very well behaved : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled?&lt;br /&gt;several waste-of-time males&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;food, bills, alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;so much. I'm very excitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;probably 'sweetest girl', 'make love in this club', 'lollipop (remix)', 'kissed a girl' &amp;amp; 'everyone nose (remix)'. haha all those awful ones that were played a billion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) Happier or sadder? way happier&lt;br /&gt;b) Thinner or fatter? way thinner&lt;br /&gt;c) Richer or poorer? probably about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;hm maybe working now that you mention the money situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;worrying, excessive drinking, and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;already spent it at my cousins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with everything. cop out answer : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;let us not...I'd really rather not recall. I guess technically 1 but like how does one define such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;new? gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone but there are people I no longer associate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;so many. I guess Hitchhiker's guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;so many again. I guess State Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;Lots. life worked out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. OH a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Again so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;21! I went on a LI road trip, drank all day then went to Dave &amp;amp; Busters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;more dresses, more accessories, actually making an effort to look decent when getting ready for class in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Zooey Deschanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Carly, as always. Janine, when I wasn't home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;I met lots of great people but I gonna have to be mushy and say Mark was the best because....well DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make yourself happy and you get what you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;so it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief summary of each month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January : found Janine again &amp;amp; started fiction workshop &amp;amp; body conditioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February : uneventful &amp;amp; fun valentine's day @ the hockey house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March : crazy 3 day st. patrick's day &amp;amp; awesome trip to vermont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April : Lisa's birthday, best day of my life &amp;amp; directly after that was the weirdest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May : junior year DONE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June : started internship &amp;amp; fell in love with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July : the height of my summer happiness high &amp;amp; mackey's glorious 21st bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August : MAINE! shittastic start to senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September : lots of weird (&amp;amp; not necessarily fun) changes &amp;amp; things to get used to &amp;amp; I went a little batshit crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October : things went to shit &amp;amp; I was Sarah Palin for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November : I voted, memorable election night, Conor!, great Thanksgiving break &amp;amp; things were on the upturn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December : got a boyfriend &amp;amp; a license &amp;amp; this has probably been the best month of the whole year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-6412136375998270040?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6412136375998270040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=6412136375998270040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6412136375998270040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/6412136375998270040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-7528866373635823359</id><published>2008-12-24T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:15:39.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I believe in Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-right: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Editor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-right: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says "If you see it in The Sun it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-right: 30px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Virginia O'Hanlon,&lt;br /&gt;115 West 95th Street,&lt;br /&gt;New York City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's are little. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, Virginia, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;there is a Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He exists as certainly as love, and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. &lt;/span&gt;Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias'. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There would be no childlike faith, then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence&lt;/span&gt;. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fill the world would be extinguished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, not even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, cold tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view - and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond&lt;/span&gt;. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;No Santa Claus! Thank God he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Editorial Page, New York Sun, 1897&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&amp;amp; THANKS TO TECHNOLOGY in 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"&gt;we can &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;track him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-7528866373635823359?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7528866373635823359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=7528866373635823359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7528866373635823359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/7528866373635823359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe-in-santa.html' title='I believe in Santa'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-8375892645531298248</id><published>2008-12-23T17:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:21:38.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>huge-mongous update as promised</title><content type='html'>Ok this gonna be a long one most likely so I would make yourself comfy and possibly grab a drink and/or a snack.&lt;div&gt;Ready? GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the end of finals is a good place to start. I don't really want to talk all that much about the little party at my house. It was ok but there were more bad things that stick out than good so we won't go there. The day after all the tests/projects/interpretative dances were done some sort of blizzard hit. My stupid, never-prepared-for-weather self was out running errands in moccasins while inches were falling. Majority of my body felt numb. I was freeeeezing and I really thought I was going to be frostbitten in multiple places. I found sanctuary at 12 Ivy with Dean &amp;amp; Carolyn. We made instant food and then thought about how to spend our snow day. Eddie got out of work early and it was just a snowday partyyy. We had hot cocoa and watched 'Half Baked' (which I had somehow never seen all the way through). We felt like little kids and one big cozy family. After that, they had some people over which was cool. I was pretty out of it and was sober but sorta enjoyed it anyway. I went home kind of early because I just felt like snuggling in my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I had no plans. Dorothy texted me and asked if I wanted to do lunch. She came over and hung out for a bit before catching the bus home. I love being around her. She's such a little burst of love, peace &amp;amp; happiness! I just want to keep her in my pocket at all times. I laid around the house after she left and then Eddie mentioned that he was strongly leaning toward leaving THAT night, instead of Sunday like we'd planned. I was totally down and started packing because I know what Eddie's maybes actually mean. We got to his house and then a few of his friends came over. Mark picked me up a little later and we went to his house. We didn't do anything too exciting but it was fun anyway, as per usual. He got me a early present. It's a scarf and it's perfect! Stylish but straight. I'm a lucky girl. We settled onto his couch and watched 'Step Brothers'. I tried egg nog, he coined a new pick-up line involving cheez-its and I force-fed him Corona so I didn't have to deal with sausage Hot Pocket breath. He's pretty cool I guess : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning was Sunday! I woke up and it was a even crazier winter wonderland than the day before had been. Side-note: I love his aunt and mom. I also love his dog. His dad and brother were quiet but still nice. He made me an amazing omelette (as promised) with "high-class" provolone, vanilla &amp;amp; cinnamon in it. It was well worth the tummy ache after. After mine, he made himself a crazy thrown together one with like bread, bananas, hot sauce and tons of other random things. He called it 'the kitchen sink'. It was remarkably delicious. Pun-intended, I suppose haha. After that, we braved the insane unplowed roads to go to his friend Matt's. He's a cool guy and we pretty much knew we'd get along because he hiked the Appalachian trail and I've hiked the last mountain of it. I also met his brother Steven a few times in Oneonta because his boyfriend Freddy was Jayson's roommate 2nd semester freshman year. The strange coincidences continue. Pretty much the whole day we played in the snow like 7 year olds. The boys snow-skated down this steep hill, onto a ramp they built over a little stream and into a cemetery. All of which was in Matt's backyard. I did a belly dive down the slope the first time then just spent most of the time on my butt, doing it up old-school saucer-style. I have no skate or snowboarding ability and didn't feel like killing myself by sliding into a headstone. I really liked the phrase they kept using about snowboarding, I think. Pretty philosophical and such. After awhile, we went inside, got warm, ate hershey's kisses and flipped between a History Channel thing about Studio 54/"The Wizard of Oz". That night, we just drove around and popped in &amp;amp; out of his friend's places. I met another one of his good friends, Mike, who goes to Oneonta too and was actually Eddie's roommate at NAAM last year. What are the chances? He's so chill and nice. We ended up at his other friend Troy's house and his dad has a classic car in the garage. Mark and I pretty much had heart attacks after seeing how beautiful it was. They should still make cars that way. I really should've posed on it (Mark joked about wanting me too) all Tawny Kitaen-like but it was very late &amp;amp; I was very tired and not in the mood for a photo shoot. Sorta regret not being my usual absurd self at that moment. We got home so late and Mark had work kind of early. Of course being the sillies that we are, we stayed up talking for like 2 hours instead of going straight to bed. The conversation was extensive and well worth being so tired the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MONDAY! Mark got ready for work and I leisurely laid in bed but then eventually packed him lunch like a good little gee-eff. He dropped me at Eddie's. I hung out and Eddie's mom was the only one home. I called my mom and had like a somewhat ground-breaking, big deal conversation with her while she was at work. We both ended up kinda teary. It was pretty serious. Don't really feel like blogging about it, since it isn't really my place to. ANYWAY, Eddie got home eventually but he was pretty much doing favors all day for family so we did lots of driving around, pick-ups &amp;amp; drop-offs. I do love his whole family so it was fun anyway. We went to Crossgates, which was pretty gross due to chronic holiday shoppers. It took like 45 minutes just to get out of the parking lot BUT his cousin Jen provided some good tunes to keep us all sane, unlike most of the drivers around us. We got to his house and crashed for a little. Mark stopped by, Eddie showered, I showered, Mark left. Kelly, Jen and I put makeup on &amp;amp; got ready for open mic while Eddie sat in and serenaded us. We went on a wild ride, picking up everyone and their guitars. We ended up with 3 guitar cases and 7 people in Eddie's car. It was sexy. When we got there, we found out there was no open mic that night. LAME. Thom saved the day and called some guy who worked at this cute little ice cream place with a stage, fireplace and tables &amp;amp; chairs! Michelle was such a trooper on her crutches and still down for all this. I got the most delicious soy vanilla chai. It was heavenly. Keith, Thom and Eddie each played a set and randomly joined each other a few different times. We took the place over because it was totally empty besides the people we came with. Fran read some awesome lines he wrote. Mark was super nervous but read his stuff anyway. After, even though his heart was pounding, he just sat next to me and wrote more as the show went on. Obviously it was pretty raw and not edited or anything but considering it was just off the top of his head, it was really good. I guess I'm kinda biased because one of the poems/lyrics/whatever was about meeeeee. Pretty much the cutest thing ever. I didn't expect it at all so I was so very bright red and didn't know what the hell to do with myself. He's cute and sorta unpredictable like that. After a fabulous night of music and spoken word, we headed to the glorious &lt;a href="http://www.bombersburritobar.com/"&gt;BOMBERS&lt;/a&gt;. It's seriously so goddamn delicious. Mark was loving being outnumbered and surrounded by folks scarfing down bbq tofu. He even tried some and liked it. I think he's leaning towards eating less meat. I honestly don't care either way. Once we stuffed ourselves, we went to Nate's studio apartment, which was slightly crowded but so fun. His girlfriend Sarah even felt compelled to 'make a statement' about how much she was enjoying everyone's company, how we are all always welcome and how she &amp;amp; Nate need to maintain such high-quality standards when it comes to choosing people to hang out with. Too sweet. Mark left which SUCKED because I haven't seen him since : (. He wanted me to stay at his house again that night (guess he really enjoys sleeping on his couch haha) but all my stuff was at Eddie's, I didn't want to keep him up late again and it was just more convenient since Eddie was getting up to go snowboard. PLUS I got to have a sleepover in Kelly's room with Eddie, Emily and obviously Kelly. It was kind of a sad sleepover since Eddie &amp;amp; I got up at 5:50 and had a grand total of 3 hours of sleep. I got on the 6:20am amtrak train and got home soooo early. I brought wayyy to much to carry so my mom helped. I got home, talked to my dad for awhile, tried to nap, got my urban outfitters package, actually napped and then just lounged around for the rest of the day. I tried on my birthday outfit (which may end up being a New Year's outfit depending) and I loveee it. I just need to find some killer shoes and I will be set. Right now, I'm waiting to hear back from Janine because we are probably just going to sit and talk for about 4 hours. Apparently, both of our lives have changed a lot since Thanksgiving break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This break so far is too AMAZING. A new year is coming too? My birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much wonderful. My heart is going to overflow!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-8375892645531298248?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8375892645531298248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=8375892645531298248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8375892645531298248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/8375892645531298248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/huge-mongous-update-as-promised.html' title='huge-mongous update as promised'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019116841301232112.post-3639149556352380028</id><published>2008-12-22T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:27:46.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>my life is perfect</title><content type='html'>I have so much to write but right now I'm sitting in Kelly's room while she does her cousin's make up &amp;amp; Eddie is wailing on guitar. Mark left a little while ago. We're all going to open mic tonight and I am very excited. I have SO MUCH to write but when I'm home and missing all this I'll write about it. As for now, I'm gonna go and love every moment of this long, wild, unexpected weekend. &lt;div&gt;Christmas in t-minus 3 days and birthday in 5 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: ) !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1019116841301232112-3639149556352380028?l=clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3639149556352380028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1019116841301232112&amp;postID=3639149556352380028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3639149556352380028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1019116841301232112/posts/default/3639149556352380028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clearlyitsmeg.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-life-is-perfect.html' title='my life is perfect'/><author><name>clearlyitsmeg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04352959241159182674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QuDhZnTQfbk/SjbzIF9jaoI/AAAAAAAAABc/OWgUBwPnGV8/S220/n24000684_32779216_4579.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
