<?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-8768405693669951756</id><updated>2012-02-07T07:46:38.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lay of Caleniel Essilie</title><subtitle type='html'>"When all is said and done, much more is said than done."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>440</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3598848017549938166</id><published>2012-01-21T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:41:55.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>I'm back. And my first week was beyond fabulous!! Including such things as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A exorbitant amount of jelly beans&lt;br /&gt;- Snow ball fights at midnight&lt;br /&gt;- Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;- An anatomy class I literally enjoy&lt;br /&gt;- "I had to have most of my colon removed.. so instead of a colon, I have a semi-colon!"&lt;br /&gt;- A Spanish mass&lt;br /&gt;- Hour long rounds of bosco&lt;br /&gt;- Cooking and fish gutting lessons over lunch..&lt;br /&gt;- "Alright kids, today, we're going to learn how to skin a deer."&lt;br /&gt;- Titus Andronicus!&lt;br /&gt;- A chapel downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3598848017549938166?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3598848017549938166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3598848017549938166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3598848017549938166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3598848017549938166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2012/01/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2301218063979152914</id><published>2012-01-10T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:24:36.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are more things in heaven and earth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSAmN67roUc/TwzVxZyEMzI/AAAAAAAABHM/e4ZQWjVgRXM/s1600/367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696162673428017970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSAmN67roUc/TwzVxZyEMzI/AAAAAAAABHM/e4ZQWjVgRXM/s320/367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.&lt;/em&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/8768405693669951756-2301218063979152914?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2301218063979152914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2301218063979152914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2301218063979152914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2301218063979152914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-more-things-in-heaven-and.html' title='There are more things in heaven and earth...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSAmN67roUc/TwzVxZyEMzI/AAAAAAAABHM/e4ZQWjVgRXM/s72-c/367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5853213160148419542</id><published>2012-01-09T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:06:31.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the person of one book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjb6v3giCvY/TwsOg0jezAI/AAAAAAAABHE/LiYLWabgZXM/s1600/books6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695662110766189570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjb6v3giCvY/TwsOg0jezAI/AAAAAAAABHE/LiYLWabgZXM/s320/books6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ St. Thomas Aquinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's missing in this picture is me, and a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's time to make a 2012 book list!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll be recycling a ton of titles from the old one. As unfortunate as it is to admit failure, it would be even sadder not to try again. :P So. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Great Expectations&lt;br /&gt;- Sense and Sensibility&lt;br /&gt;- Diary of St. Faustina&lt;br /&gt;- Story of a Soul&lt;br /&gt;- Age of Innocence&lt;br /&gt;- Brideshead Revisited&lt;br /&gt;- Joan of Arc&lt;br /&gt;- The Four Loves&lt;br /&gt;- Until We Have Faces&lt;br /&gt;- Black as Night and Waking Rose&lt;br /&gt;- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (the half I haven't read, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;- Emily of New Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. That's all I'll put down for now. A hundred other titles come to mind, but I'd better not over commit again. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5853213160148419542?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5853213160148419542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5853213160148419542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5853213160148419542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5853213160148419542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2012/01/beware-of-person-of-one-book.html' title='Beware of the person of one book'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjb6v3giCvY/TwsOg0jezAI/AAAAAAAABHE/LiYLWabgZXM/s72-c/books6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2150244993773064706</id><published>2012-01-07T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:20:50.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are only two tragedies in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZRffxRS69M/Twi2k1iOzCI/AAAAAAAABG0/e998JREQas8/s1600/453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695002472772193314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZRffxRS69M/Twi2k1iOzCI/AAAAAAAABG0/e998JREQas8/s320/453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2150244993773064706?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2150244993773064706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2150244993773064706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2150244993773064706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2150244993773064706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-only-two-tragedies-in-life.html' title='There are only two tragedies in life'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZRffxRS69M/Twi2k1iOzCI/AAAAAAAABG0/e998JREQas8/s72-c/453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-9051177439652294517</id><published>2011-12-28T11:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:29:15.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Nuevo!</title><content type='html'>Well. I know you thought this blog was dead... but I've decided to do a survey!! hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year. :)&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;College!! Which brought alot of new things with it. Such as rugby, fops, a concert, and trips into Pittsburgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Ohio! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;A job... and a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;August 25th I adventured to Steubenville. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;A B+ in chemistry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBREAK.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. But I crippled myself for a good two or three months... which was no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Two pairs of steubie sweatpants. Most comfortable piece of clothing I own. Sure they shed black fuzz like, crazy, but we all have our faults....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I had precious little to begin with. So it didn't really go anywhere. But I paid for college with alot of money I DON'T have. o.o&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;March for Life (as always), graduation, our trip to California!! and college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will always remind you of 2011?&lt;br /&gt;Getting into You, Gravity Happens (and basically everything on that Kate Voegele album), Emily, Rhythm of Love, Every Little Prison hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;Much, much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Read, write, and take risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make excuses... and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be spending New Years?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Either at a friend's or at home.. I haven't decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah.. I don't watch it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the Screwtape Letters. Or Moby Dick. But there were so many others!! Rebecca hit me pretty deeply and Dorian Grey made me want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spotify!! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm I can't even remember the last time I went to see a movie. :P What DID come out this year???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I am 19 (and counting). I got socks!!!! And a penny colored cell phone that I'm still learning how to use.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Leather pants, raccoon pelts and a mohawk!!&lt;br /&gt;Well. Not really. I'm usually wearing jeans and some kind of sweater or sweatshirt. I'm trying to wear more skirts though... so I enforce them on Sundays and try to have at least one "fashionable" day during the week. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;Having a chapel downstairs and an unfortunate amount of chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha my answer last year was Ms. Searle. And honestly... that hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;That's a terribly unfair question. There have been way, way too many of them. Between my own, dear little entourage to my "rebels" down the hall, to my fellow, suffering nursing majors... I'm constantly surrounded by the best new people. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;Boys are dumb! Get thee to a nunnery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-9051177439652294517?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/9051177439652294517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=9051177439652294517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9051177439652294517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9051177439652294517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-nuevo.html' title='Feliz Ano Nuevo!'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5113996722493106711</id><published>2011-11-09T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:26:19.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember..</title><content type='html'>the fifth of November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Happy belated Guy Fawkes day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind. Just blowing some dust off the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were looking for something profound, check &lt;a href="http://youngandcatholic.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://youngandcatholic.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they balance each other out nicely. The former is kept by a graduate student at the JP II institute, she does a good job with commenting on pop culture without totally condemning the modern world. :) The young author of the latter attends Thomas Aquinas, which should say QUITE enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loljk. Its cute and full of good old-fashioned, homeschoolery, charm. So I enjoy it immensely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5113996722493106711?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5113996722493106711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5113996722493106711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5113996722493106711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5113996722493106711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember, remember..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-9032137594775915151</id><published>2011-10-21T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:51:13.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy October!</title><content type='html'>I'd hate to skip out on blogging for an entire month so.. this is just to let you all know I still care. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Read &lt;a href="http://youngandcatholic.net/2011/10/blue-is-the-new-pink/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month ago I made my first trip to the Steubenville Walmart with a friend and two car-possessing upperclassmen. The latter were two charming young ladies, very quick to offer all kinds of wisdom and wit. xP&lt;br /&gt;And goodness, they're quite Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going for the pink lemonade."&lt;br /&gt;"NO get that out of the cart. I need to check the container."&lt;br /&gt;"Stoppit, that's my favorite flavor."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you NOT know what month it is? Anything pink with a ribbon goes to Susan Komen and she is not getting my money. Or yours either. I don't approve of slaughtering children."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-9032137594775915151?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/9032137594775915151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=9032137594775915151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9032137594775915151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9032137594775915151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-october.html' title='Happy October!'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-481613855298354448</id><published>2011-09-05T23:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:06:58.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet moon!</title><content type='html'>I thank thee for thy sunny beams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, it rained all day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. There's something rather entertaining about running around with an umbrella. I just miss splashing in puddles with fluffy. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were other things to do, I guess. Two classes (chem and psych &lt;/3), a pro-life meeting, mass, an extended lunch, excitable roommates... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the late afternoon rolled around, I was tired and ready for something charming and rainy day-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mxPgplMujzQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more fitting because I was still kind of sore from dancing last night. Mhm. I'm pitiful. It was fun though.. and I'll be a Ginger soon enough. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-481613855298354448?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/481613855298354448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=481613855298354448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/481613855298354448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/481613855298354448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweet-moon.html' title='Sweet moon!'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mxPgplMujzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7125653957396544698</id><published>2011-08-31T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:21:12.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You really want to get into this nursing program? I can help you!... for a price."&lt;br /&gt;"Really now? And how would you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, scout out the girls at the top of your class right before finals with a supersoaker."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever tried to read supersoaked notes?"&lt;br /&gt;"... Yeah... thanks but no thanks. I'm broke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being told I'm going to fail. Did you know that, out of the 500ish freshmen, around 100 are nursing majors? Mhm. We're competing for 60 seats. Everyone is terrified and the upperclassmen are aware of this. Hence that little conversation I had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really scared anymore. I'm just a bit angry. Bring. it. on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Emily is the second most common name in my class! Which basically makes me the typical female freshie. Every other gal is an Emily or a nursing major. I'm BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to study now. My roommate is beating me and that has to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7125653957396544698?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7125653957396544698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7125653957396544698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7125653957396544698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7125653957396544698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-really-want-to-get-into-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5332366791359121929</id><published>2011-08-24T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:59:56.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She went her unremembering way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPH_96F90Q/TlR5QIisPoI/AAAAAAAABEs/j2YwC-CVR4s/s1600/moreflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644269551079931522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPH_96F90Q/TlR5QIisPoI/AAAAAAAABEs/j2YwC-CVR4s/s320/moreflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She went and left in me&lt;br /&gt;the pang of all the partings gone&lt;br /&gt;and partings yet to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Thompson, you are still my favorite. Even if Ms. Searle had never heard about you... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I speak of the August I've failed to blog about? or share thoughts of my impending departure? Which will take place, oh, TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'll skim over both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been just dandy. My travels have taken me to exotic locations such as a beach in Long Island, orchards in Lagrange, a mansion in Tarrytown, a blockbuster in Fishkill and a lovely little theater in the city. Oh, and I know the Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond by the Galleria quite well at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sunburnt, bug-bitten and well fed. No, I have not learned to play a bar chord, but (thanks to my kind and loving teacher) I now know how to "french twist" the top of my head. It looks quite sophisticated, I can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;*Key to making new friends: Carry a cute baby or walk a fluffy dog.*&lt;br /&gt;Puppy was so good on today's rail trail adventure!&lt;br /&gt;And... I think that's all that needs to be said. The rest consisted of Anne of Everywhere-in-PEI and strange and scattered farewells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll take me a little while to accept the fact that everyone's going to be scattered across the country this fall, but I'll get over it. Hehehe you know what? As exciting as this whole college thing is, the idea of a fall without John Jay delights me almost as much. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5332366791359121929?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5332366791359121929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5332366791359121929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5332366791359121929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5332366791359121929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-went-her-unremembering-way.html' title='She went her unremembering way'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPH_96F90Q/TlR5QIisPoI/AAAAAAAABEs/j2YwC-CVR4s/s72-c/moreflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7200091501466521704</id><published>2011-08-14T23:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:57:44.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The God who made you</title><content type='html'>also knows what he wants to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Augustine is a socially acceptable name by the time I have children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;a href="http://youknowyourecatholic.tumblr.com/page/5"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is mildly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You feel like this after confession:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qR3rK0kZFkg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7200091501466521704?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7200091501466521704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7200091501466521704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7200091501466521704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7200091501466521704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-who-made-you.html' title='The God who made you'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qR3rK0kZFkg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6002908804998988295</id><published>2011-08-01T17:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:27:46.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy:</title><content type='html'>"If I had a babeh, I'd like, cherish it forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you warm my heart. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, he's quite a creeper.&lt;br /&gt;J: Like the GRIM creeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6002908804998988295?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6002908804998988295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6002908804998988295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6002908804998988295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6002908804998988295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/08/jimmy.html' title='Jimmy:'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5028956774658511052</id><published>2011-07-26T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:02:11.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis sweet and commendable in your nature</title><content type='html'>but.. no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Stream of consciousness. GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did L. M. Montgomery memorize Hamlet? Because honestly, I'm finding references on every page of this book. o.O&lt;br /&gt;- Ice cream is soul food.&lt;br /&gt;- So are sunshowers...&lt;br /&gt;- I spent last evening with a friend making sculptures (of dungeons, etc) out of corkboard and hot glue. With a giant hot glue gun that said "use goggles while using power tools" on the side... Hot glue guns are POWER TOOLS?! I guess my childhood was more exciting than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't run on wet grass, ok?&lt;br /&gt;- Or enter a game of chess unprepared to simultaneously engage in a verbal battle of.. umm... "wit." &lt;br /&gt;- There's a christmas wreath sitting on the piano bench. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;- Four weeks?&lt;br /&gt;- I spent more time driving to the orthodontist than I spent inside the building. But Bullet made a brand new noise today, so I'm proud of him. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of driving, on my way home last night I saw I creature that looked like it was shooting green laser beams out of it's eyes............. &lt;br /&gt;- Jenny doesn't think my bucket list is long enough. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5028956774658511052?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5028956774658511052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5028956774658511052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5028956774658511052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5028956774658511052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/07/tis-sweet-and-commendable-in-your.html' title='Tis sweet and commendable in your nature'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5931999543524669961</id><published>2011-07-20T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:41:02.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zBS6f-JVvTY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OXrN9HhnCcM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5931999543524669961?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5931999543524669961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5931999543524669961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5931999543524669961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5931999543524669961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/07/hmm.html' title='Oh snap'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zBS6f-JVvTY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5508534336657030903</id><published>2011-07-14T00:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:03:37.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A combination and a form indeed</title><content type='html'>where every god did seem to place his seal, to give the world assurance of a man.&lt;br /&gt;THIS was your husband.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. What I meant to say was that I am going to gift you with a quick update. JENNY style. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Despite the oppressive sun, sudden infestation of flies and large, tattooed British man beside me who insisted on repeatedly declaring that he felt like he was in a "bloody sauna," Hamlet kind of made my life. I will never enjoy the Branagh version after this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bible camp made me even happier. Considering my "work" consisted of singing Jesus songs, doing crafts (without glue) and listening to long stories about gnomes and baby cousins.&lt;br /&gt;The only slightly grieving moment involved pushing five+ screaming girls on the swings at once. But hey, it earned me a little popularity and I've been so out of shape recently.&lt;br /&gt;"EMILY!! Don't the balloons look like butterflies floating up to Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friend. They do. And statements like that make me realize that the world is a ridiculously beautiful place after all..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you ever want to learn how to make a paper frog, let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My housing assignment and schedule came!&lt;br /&gt;42 days, bro. I'll start composing my farewell address. And you can go buy stamps for all the letters you'll be sending me. :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tea is best at "dusk," on the porch. After the sun goes down and before the bugs come out. It requires perfect timing. But I've been practicing. :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are always very large, boisterous people in the gas station when I'm there. Not even kidding. I went in to pay tonight and I felt like I was walking among another species. A species of lumbering, loud, profane giants. xP So. I was entertained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mollie sneezes when she gets excited. I'm going to try that. It might make me come off as more endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone want to watch princess movies with me tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5508534336657030903?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5508534336657030903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5508534336657030903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5508534336657030903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5508534336657030903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/07/combination-and-form-indeed.html' title='A combination and a form indeed'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3608579815711945148</id><published>2011-07-05T13:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:53:18.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I missed being around 2nd graders:</title><content type='html'>"Everything is made in China! I bet your face was made in China."&lt;br /&gt;"NO. God made my face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: If you haven't seen this then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCjxaI5xk1g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&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/MCjxaI5xk1g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3608579815711945148?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3608579815711945148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3608579815711945148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3608579815711945148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3608579815711945148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-missed-being-around-2nd-graders.html' title='Why I missed being around 2nd graders:'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8033453124596683985</id><published>2011-06-21T00:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:01:35.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections:</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like it in this world.&lt;br /&gt;~ C. Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jenny did this survey. Jenny is the coolest. Therefore, if I hope to be as cool as Jenny someday, I must do this survey too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color are your socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;I have many socks of many colors. Right now I'm not wearing any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Silence and the air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Umm. A wheat thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;NO but I've heard men are impressed by girls who can. ;] So I guess I'll learn at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny? I'm not sure if "like" is the right word. I mean, she's my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How old are you today?&lt;br /&gt;18 years, 6 months and 1 day!!! Dangit. My half birthday was yesterday and I didn't commemorate it!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;December 19th. Mark your calendar. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Tea. It warms my bones. And my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Only if grey hairspray counts. I'm guessing it doesn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate in any form. Because it also warms my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;A Knight's Tale... R.I.P. Heath :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;Horses. I don't think that will ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Playmobil all the way. Only thing made out of plastic that's kept me occupied for 8 hours running..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Fall. Hands down. The sky is bluest, squirrels are fattest, trees are prettiest. Apples, football and baked goods are all in season. What more could you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cherries or Blueberries?&lt;br /&gt;blueberry, madame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Yes. But I'm usually the jerk who doesn't respond, so I can't be too harsh on anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is the most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;umm. Annie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Living situation?&lt;br /&gt;In the west wing. It's glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Shush. I NEVER cry. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is on the floor of your closet right now?&lt;br /&gt;A dead body.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I couldn't help it. Um. There's a big box of stuffed animals. Shin guards. And shoes. And clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending (I'm not sending this!) to?&lt;br /&gt;Well I met my sisters once they were born sooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I mentioned that body, right?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;eep. I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Again, there's something in my closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite dog breed?&lt;br /&gt;Golden retriever. Because they're fluffy and happy. Just like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;only one, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Any hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;Writing, reading, running, soccer, shakespeare, talking to little people, sniffing candles, pondering, staring at people, cutting down trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue. As in, fall sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you do when you're bored? &lt;br /&gt;Read or find someone to talk to or explore the Congo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I'd say it's a tie between baseball and football. Baseball when I'm feeling more subdued and football when I'm looking for violence. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who is your favorite singer?&lt;br /&gt;Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever left the United States?&lt;br /&gt;Yes'm. Rivendell is nice this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;My little house in Austrailia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8033453124596683985?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8033453124596683985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8033453124596683985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8033453124596683985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8033453124596683985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-full-well-as-i-do-value-of.html' title='You know full well as I do the value of sisters&apos; affections:'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2475051486273660100</id><published>2011-06-12T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:30:33.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe me sir</title><content type='html'>it carries a brave form. But.. tis a spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have a shelf of old journals, right? I've got almost my entire teenagehood written down. :') Which could be wonderful or terrible, depending on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. With graduation looming, I can't help wondering what changes the last four years have worked in me. :') I certainly don't feel any different.. but, well, I've got evidence so I might as well look it over. So today I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, I'm glad you aren't as silly as I was. :p&lt;br /&gt;But despite my foolishness, alot of it was entertaining. Especially the funny little quotes I saw fit to include. Are you ready? These are all circa spring 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Mollie ate our dinner!! This is so exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just eat cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: I don't like cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: We're going to starve to death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Maybe if we wear sunglasses, the sun won't be so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: I don't like the sprinkles all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;(he was talking of his freckles... ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: How long am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Come here Jesus-- I mean, Jimmy!&lt;br /&gt;(That's a personal favorite of mine. How many people are mistaken for Jesus? :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie: If you sing that song again, I am going to throw myself into a volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there are teacherisms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My glasses are too small. I think my dentist messed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't know the difference between a habit and a hobbit, please leave my classroom immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please present numerically in alphabetical order."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2475051486273660100?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2475051486273660100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2475051486273660100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2475051486273660100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2475051486273660100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/06/believe-me-sir.html' title='Believe me sir'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8934803934516016441</id><published>2011-06-04T12:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:35:48.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;isn't about how long it's been since you've seen them, or the amount of time since you last talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something and you wish that they were right there beside you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess the grammar is a little awkward. But I thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days left in my high school career! Again, I suppose this is significant. ^.^ So I may as well dedicate a post or two to the topic. First, I thought I'd go with something you're ALLL probably wondering: what has our darling Emily learned throughout the course of these four golden years?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Opening combination locks is like dancing; you always start on the right and you get the best results if you hum to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- There is no such thing as a chair without gum stuck to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;- Students will only remember what "Hellenistic" means if they have damp stress balls thrown at their heads.&lt;br /&gt;- Learning about STDs is more important than anything we'll ever have to know ever.&lt;br /&gt;- If you're on good terms with your gym teacher, it's worth getting to the locker room a little late. It's less crowded so you won't end up saying "sorry" or "excuse me" or "my bad" every two seconds. Conservation of breath ftw.&lt;br /&gt;- Pyromaniacs make bad lab partners.&lt;br /&gt;- "Gun threats" make school a much safer place.&lt;br /&gt;- If you enjoy being asked obvious questions, cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;- If you enjoy sleeping, don't take AP classes.&lt;br /&gt;.- Searching for your guidance counselor is almost like hunting the white stag. Only... you aren't the queen of Narnia. And chances are you won't end up finding her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't drink the water. Just don't.&lt;br /&gt;- "Maoooo" is by far the best thing you could name a cat.&lt;br /&gt;- Jocks really are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;- But AP students are dumber than anyone else. Its just a secret.&lt;br /&gt;- Enter all bathrooms at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;- Never enter bathrooms after 5th period.&lt;br /&gt;- Girls return pens. Boys do not.&lt;br /&gt;- If a boy does return your pen, suspect him of having ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;- Utilize every and all secret passage ways. They don't just exist in Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep is the most beautiful and delicious comfort known to the human race.&lt;br /&gt;- Birds really do start singing just before dawn...&lt;br /&gt;- But sunrises never look quite as nice from a bus window.&lt;br /&gt;- Most boys really don't know anything about sports. 500 Giants jerseys? Don't fall for it. It's a trap.&lt;br /&gt;- On that note, under water basket weaving is indeed a sport.&lt;br /&gt;- The second floor of the library smells like old books. Go there if you need rejuvenating.&lt;br /&gt;- If you want to lose a little faith in the future of humanity, go to the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;- If you want to see a fight, just find crowd where there shouldn't normally be one.&lt;br /&gt;- Most fights are actually between two girls. Two white girls.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't eat in a room that smells like cat juice.&lt;br /&gt;- To earn a boy's love, do his health homework.&lt;br /&gt;- To earn your English teacher's respect, shriek loudly.&lt;br /&gt;- Coffee in the morning probably isn't as good an idea as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;- Half a carton of ice cream the night before AP exams is.&lt;br /&gt;- Try to sing when you wake up. It'll open your lungs and make it easier to communicate when you eventually do make it over there....&lt;br /&gt;And always remember...&lt;br /&gt;Park in the back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8934803934516016441?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8934803934516016441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8934803934516016441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8934803934516016441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8934803934516016441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/06/missing-someone.html' title='Missing someone'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8821634384688267170</id><published>2011-05-16T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:53:17.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition should be made of sterner stuff</title><content type='html'>I guess I don't qualify?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its over. No more after school reviews, bus rides, pink booklets, "stickering" the multiple choice books shut, sweating over a Barron's book, rating EVERYTHING on a scale of 1-5.&lt;br /&gt;What are my predictions?&lt;br /&gt;Lit - 4&lt;br /&gt;PIG - 5&lt;br /&gt;Economics - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first part of Saturday purging my room of the evidence of my high school career. I'm one of those fools who keeps every single sheet of paper she's given, so I started with my binders from 9th grade and worked my way forwards in time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was funny. It's so easy to trace my little quirks just by glancing over old geometry notes, the 2008 yankees roster written in white out, Scarlet Letter journals and POWs. I still had letters from the girl who invaded my locker in 10th grade, paper hats crafted in chem, drawings of Mr. Kelsey on the back of religion tests, the infamous blood-typing lab, "so what?"s, John Jay newspapers, green scantrons, green review books, Baileys, Baileys, Baileys, doodles of cats, notes from Jack, college essays, Bro. Henry's staircase, and group projects with the names and phone numbers of people who aren't quite the same people as they were when they wrote them down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8821634384688267170?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8821634384688267170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8821634384688267170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8821634384688267170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8821634384688267170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/05/ambition-should-be-made-of-sterner.html' title='Ambition should be made of sterner stuff'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5696588800237239908</id><published>2011-05-08T00:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:37:39.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you drawing?</title><content type='html'>Me: An angry face. But I can draw a picture around it.. What does it look like she's about to do?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. What should she use?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: An ax.&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... fine. What is she wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: A deadly dress.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I've never seen one of those. But I'll try. o.O&lt;br /&gt;*A few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Make her killing Hideki Tojo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: UGH. I don't think I have room for him. Can I just put a mouse in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *mumbles* I think I'll draw it too...&lt;br /&gt;*A few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not going to make her kill anyone. Trees are easier, so she's going to be a lumberjack.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *stares blankly*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....... I like your picture. But what exactly is she wearing??&lt;br /&gt;Ben: That's her spiked belt. There's Hideki Tojo being killed and the golden mouse of King Arthur under the waterfall. Everyone's crying because they're in the Valley of Tears, but Zeus got annoyed with everyone, so that's his hand sticking through the clouds. This guy is a stick figure whose girlfriend just broke up with him. HE'S crying too because she said he looked like a "pile of sticks."&lt;br /&gt;Me:.... Have you been reading alot of Greek mythology??&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Emily. He knows who Zeus is.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Now I'm going to draw the assassin lady turning over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Does she become a lumberjack?!&lt;br /&gt;Ben: No. She goes to visit Hideki Tojo in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...Alright. Then I'll draw her setting up a tea party on the stump of the tree she just cut down.&lt;br /&gt;*A few more minutes pass*&lt;br /&gt;Ben: OH I'm going to make her meet the Beast in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Does he crash the tea party?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is there anyone else with her before he comes? Like the golden mouse of King Arthur..?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: No. She lives alone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, of course. That's why she asks the Beast to eat with her and they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: mhmm&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Yeahh.. That would make perfect sense to Ben..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the Beast agrees to marry the utterly smitten Lady Lumberjack/assassin because she bakes good cupcakes. we never decided whether or not they live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5696588800237239908?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5696588800237239908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5696588800237239908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5696588800237239908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5696588800237239908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-are-you-drawing.html' title='What are you drawing?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7343806954299304030</id><published>2011-04-29T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:43:26.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you know..</title><content type='html'>I'm considering privatizing the blog. Yes, yes, yes.. I've neglected it, but I'd like to turn it something a little more journal-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; come August so I can keep all of you updated on my college experience at once!! If I know who my readers are and keep everything locked up, I won't mind&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; going all out with my.. umm... story-telling and sharing more specific details (names and characters of new acquaintences, etc..). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinion is appreciated!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7343806954299304030?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7343806954299304030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7343806954299304030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7343806954299304030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7343806954299304030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just to let you know..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-9026343075035623334</id><published>2011-04-14T20:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:09:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a hole in the ground...</title><content type='html'>there lived a hobbit. &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B6Tckrt3bP8" frameborder="0" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try not to squeal tooo loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, scratch that. Squeal as much as you want. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-9026343075035623334?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/9026343075035623334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=9026343075035623334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9026343075035623334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9026343075035623334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-hole-in-ground.html' title='In a hole in the ground...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B6Tckrt3bP8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2175326634145481483</id><published>2011-03-27T00:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:01:58.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The road goes ever on and on... and on</title><content type='html'>First things first: Happy (belated) New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I got an interesting variety of reactions from people whenever I mentioned it.. but not one of them realized what I was talking about immediately. And I only spoke of it to those I expected to remember on their own. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Heck, one of them began &lt;em&gt;mocking&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;This compels me to face a rather alarming reality: we're starting to wander out of Middle Earth. Oh, yes, yes, yes. I know everyone enters and eventually exits the LOTR "phase," (and I certainly don't live and breath Tolkien anymore :/) but... come on now. This is basic.&lt;br /&gt;Frodo and Bilbo's birthday is September 22.&lt;br /&gt;The Council is held on October 25.&lt;br /&gt;And the Ring is destroyed on March 25.&lt;br /&gt;Those are all of the dates you're required to know. That's it. The rice and beans of any young adult who has the audacity to call himself an "LOTR fan." Or even "ex-fan." Or whatever the case may be. I swear, I'm going to start quizzing people...&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Well. Spring is all about radical changes, right? So I suppose this is an appropriate time to mention that I've decided on a college? And switched majors (already.. hehe)? Well, yeah. Franciscan. Nursing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could add a heart, but blogger won't let me. I'm feeling rather good about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2175326634145481483?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2175326634145481483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2175326634145481483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2175326634145481483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2175326634145481483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-goes-ever-on-and-on.html' title='The road goes ever on and on... and on'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3791592061640297852</id><published>2011-03-20T22:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:35:22.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If only there could be an invention...</title><content type='html'>that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebecca&lt;/em&gt; is a cute book. Probably the only one I've come across that manages to be cute and creepy at the same time. :/ Though the protaganist is hardly the wisest girl on the planet (she shouldn't have married Maxim...) I do appreciate many of her little quirks. And can sympathize with the silly daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would you like a few random quotes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *raising a glass of coke* This ought to take the sting outta being occupied!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *dying of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, nothing. Your brother was just quoting Casablanca.&lt;br /&gt;James: (NEVER to be outdone) Here's looking at YOU, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraged by my laughter, he went on to reinact the scene where Peter Lorre gets arrested in the cafe. ^.^ Yes, it made my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: And Goliath was gigantic; he was much taller than any of the Israelites and had huge, huge muscles.&lt;br /&gt;CCD child: *while her eyes bugged out of her head* LIKE JOHN CENA? WAS IT JOHN CENA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3791592061640297852?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3791592061640297852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3791592061640297852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3791592061640297852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3791592061640297852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-only-there-could-be-invention.html' title='If only there could be an invention...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-95163047712271803</id><published>2011-03-03T19:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:04:33.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't know what to talk to him about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Importance of Being Ernest was right up my alley. Perfect for an evening of procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;What, you don't laugh when you read?? Why not?? It's one of the best parts of the entire process!! And who cares if people stare at you occasionally...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. No one I know haunts the library 7th period anyway. :}&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that I only have 15 weeks of haunting left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing most of my classes are geared towards those suffering from senioritis. Especially this new guitar class I got pressured into... but goodness, it's entertaining. For each of the "quizzes" we take, we're required to fill out a form. They look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name:_____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date:______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song:__________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skillz (i.e. flying, making sandwiches, communicating with aquatic life):______________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soo yes. I've had fun with that. Gotta love that Mr. K. We had a class discussion of Lewis Carrol (whether or not he was a drug addict, etc) and he was almost beaming with pride. Compared to the debates carried on by his eighth graders, this was marvelously intellectual. Then he went on to imitate and make fun of them for a good ten minutes. It was hystericallll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now read &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/5-health-reasons-to-not-quit-coffee-2460820/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-95163047712271803?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/95163047712271803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=95163047712271803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/95163047712271803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/95163047712271803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-i-dont-think-i-would-care-to-catch.html' title='Oh, I don&apos;t think I would care to catch a sensible man'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8052281599508307425</id><published>2011-02-17T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:01:46.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me, princess</title><content type='html'>now when did you last let your heart decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, NOT my fault. I've had the song in my head since Annie sent me that video last night. So go yell at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Valentine's day!! I would shower you with less-than-three hearts, but blogger doesn't tolerate them, for whatever reason. :/ Anyway, I found some nifty quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained" ~ C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot on, as usual. I think this is a good time to mention that I recently finished his &lt;em&gt;Screwtape Letters &lt;/em&gt;and was pretty much blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who is jealous is not in love." ~ St. Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... this one was a little difficult to swallow at first. However.... it wasn't too difficult to reason through once I set down to do so. Jealousy implies an overwhelming self-interest, correct? If love, in its purest form, is based on the will to sacrifice for the good of the other, can the two really be compatible? Nooo not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know well enough that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions,nor even at their difficulty, but at the love with which we do them." ~ St. Thérèse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wish blogger would let me add hearts. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note... I got accepted to Stony Brook a few days ago. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8052281599508307425?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8052281599508307425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8052281599508307425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8052281599508307425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8052281599508307425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/02/tell-me-princess.html' title='Tell me, princess'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-13211908450098151</id><published>2011-02-11T19:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:43:00.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defense of February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqzWUd5ydc/TVXQpP1Y9MI/AAAAAAAAA94/sL0VzN6I5dA/s1600/ladyofshallot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572589520984536258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqzWUd5ydc/TVXQpP1Y9MI/AAAAAAAAA94/sL0VzN6I5dA/s320/ladyofshallot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've noticed that not many people like him very much, which is decidedly unfair. Of course, everyone is entitled to an opinion, but I've never heard a reasonable one on this subject and I think it's high time someone tried to knock a little sense into these dissenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm here today to combat some common complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, soo February only has, like, 28 days. That's so stupid. I mean, why does he even exist&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool, I would like to punch you in the face. February, the noble, noble, soul, takes the brunt of our shortcoming as human beings..... and... uhhh calendar makers. :p He makes do with less to allow the years to continue. If he did not, time itself would stand still, and then where would you be? Your owe the continuation of your petty little life to his enduring sacrifice, you twerp, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeahh whatever. I still hate him. Like, this whole Super Bowl thing is sooo stupid. I hateeee football soooooo much and half of February is spent celebrating it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Super Bowl isn't a celebration of football. It's a celebration of consumerism, sparkles, Fergie and everything that's wrong with America.&lt;br /&gt;2. That said, I love football.&lt;br /&gt;3. I know this sounds radical, but you don't actually have to watch it. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you can take this opportunity to hone your peaceful-protesting skills! Just make your own banner on photoshop or print master or paint and hold it outside your local Stop&amp;amp;Shop while harrassing innocent customers buying game day goodies. Even if you accomplish nothing in the long run, you'll have made a nuisance out of yourself and picked up a skill that may come in handy when you actually have something legitimate to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok... maybe I'll try that. But still, once the Super Bowl ends, I have to endure VALENTINE'S DAY. Which I spend all day whining and crying because I'm single. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; so want to punch people like you in the nose.&lt;br /&gt;Because, darling, I'm as romantic as the next gal, but I know that being a weepy idiot (even for a day) isn't going to bring Mr. Perfect any closer. Instead, I spend the day eating chocolate and reading &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; (actually, it might be &lt;em&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/em&gt; this year, but that's beside the point..) and I'm just fine. In fact, I'm happy as a clam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-13211908450098151?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/13211908450098151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=13211908450098151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/13211908450098151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/13211908450098151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-defense-of-february.html' title='In Defense of February'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjqzWUd5ydc/TVXQpP1Y9MI/AAAAAAAAA94/sL0VzN6I5dA/s72-c/ladyofshallot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-616646835093189197</id><published>2011-02-10T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:28:48.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She generally gave herself very good advice</title><content type='html'>though she very seldom followed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572213408913981026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qqkbVd4Cwo/TVR6kpL8fmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/EwL9YX0OLzo/s320/sVersatile_Blogger_Award.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to thank Margaret and Annie for gracing me with this lovely award. ^.^ Seven facts? I got this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I eat two bananas a day. Without failing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I have some kind of disorder that involves impulsive writing. I've journaled consistently through my teenage-hood and have an entire shelf of them (almost done with #15..).   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I'm trying to grow my hair out so I look like a princess. And like Jenny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. My dream house involves a library (Beauty and the Beast-esque) with several spiral-y staircases and a children's section.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I've discovered the perfect recipe for hyper sleeplessness. On the way home from the March for Life, I bought a Starbucks latte and a hershey bar and consumed them together. The experience itself was heavenly and I spent the rest of the bus ride bugging out. :p I eventually fell asleep at 3:30.. making my day an entire 24 hours long!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I've decided that if this whole college thing doesn't work out, I'm going to start a business in ceramic therapy. Working with clay is supposed to be relaxing, right? So I'll have my patients form their own vases that represent their issues (they can paint and decorate them accordingly), bake them in a giant kiln (I've always wanted one of those anyway) then SMASH the final products to symbolize the obliteration of their troubles. ^.^ It's perfect! I'd make millions.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I laughed myself to tears today. For the first time in awhile. ^.^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-616646835093189197?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/616646835093189197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=616646835093189197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/616646835093189197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/616646835093189197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-generally-gave-herself-very-good.html' title='She generally gave herself very good advice'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qqkbVd4Cwo/TVR6kpL8fmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/EwL9YX0OLzo/s72-c/sVersatile_Blogger_Award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7009314717829514157</id><published>2011-02-03T20:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:24:40.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TUtVIFOKeUI/AAAAAAAAA9g/g2lYJnHQxrg/s1600/earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569638961502648642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TUtVIFOKeUI/AAAAAAAAA9g/g2lYJnHQxrg/s320/earrings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still wearing those earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppp four years of silver studs. Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7009314717829514157?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7009314717829514157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7009314717829514157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7009314717829514157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7009314717829514157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-whats-funny.html' title='You know what&apos;s funny?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TUtVIFOKeUI/AAAAAAAAA9g/g2lYJnHQxrg/s72-c/earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5257990087455239804</id><published>2011-01-31T00:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:18:26.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk not to me of blasphemy, man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TUZIPNOeUsI/AAAAAAAAA9M/qRIhD3CwuBQ/s1600/sisters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568217415375803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TUZIPNOeUsI/AAAAAAAAA9M/qRIhD3CwuBQ/s320/sisters2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Moby Dick marathons!! Ok, you all need to stop complaining about it. Is the story itself slow? Yeah, but you need to recognize that THAT isn't the point. It's more of a commentary on the human soul than anything else. A beautiful sort of commentary that manages to be poetic, fluffy, dark, light, brooding and downright hilarious ALL AT ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;Such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the Lady of Shalott count as an arthurian allusion? Or does being set *in* Arthur's country ruin that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school on Tuesday? WAIT maybe not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have had a fabulous break though. It was relatively uneventful, but that's alright. I took care of everything vaguely important... Like that scholarship essay, a random application, a random phone call, a *cough* random physics midterm (FOTR afterwards.. yeahhh ^.^) and the March for Life.&lt;br /&gt;Not listed in order of importance, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5257990087455239804?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5257990087455239804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5257990087455239804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5257990087455239804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5257990087455239804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/01/talk-not-to-me-of-blasphemy-man.html' title='Talk not to me of blasphemy, man'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TUZIPNOeUsI/AAAAAAAAA9M/qRIhD3CwuBQ/s72-c/sisters2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2812288223847503001</id><published>2011-01-23T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:05:26.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose my comments aren't worth a great deal..</title><content type='html'>but I think you should all have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of reading our president's take on yesterday. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://takingaside.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-mr-president.html"&gt;http://takingaside.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-mr-president.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2812288223847503001?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2812288223847503001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2812288223847503001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2812288223847503001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2812288223847503001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-suppose-my-comments-arent-worth-great.html' title='I suppose my comments aren&apos;t worth a great deal..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6078876831769263970</id><published>2011-01-18T15:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:57:07.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thane of Fife had a wife, where is she now? (part 349287x10^67)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ejkkfntmUTU" frameborder="0" width="480" height="390" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just reliving a few classics. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I mean to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am half way done with senior year. Economics (aka Themostboringclasstheycouldthinkup) will end shortly, but so will Writer's Workshop. -.- After a solid year and a half of having Searle for homeroom... idk how or if I'll be able to cope with another. :/&lt;br /&gt;We had a video conference with the kiddies at Gayhead today!! Which was entertaining.. though I kind of wish we had been able to go there (as was the original plan) and actually interact with our young audience... as opposed to sitting in front of a smartboard. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly suffering from a lack of children, at the moment. Yesterday I had one of them CCDers call me over to tell me that she had decided I was a flesh eating monster.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh you got me," says I "but it's a secret, so don't tell anyone."&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll eat their children!! I have to warn the world!!!"&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved my second acceptance/shiny folder letter, btw. Ithaca. :) With an offering of $10,000 a year. Isn't it a pity I can't just take any and all scholarship dinero I'm offered and put it into one school? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW. START. PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She liked you Wednesday but now it's Friday and she has to wash her hair.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the Relient K kick... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qBay1HrK8WU" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6078876831769263970?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6078876831769263970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6078876831769263970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6078876831769263970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6078876831769263970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/01/thane-of-fife-had-wife-where-is-she-now.html' title='The Thane of Fife had a wife, where is she now? (part 349287x10^67)'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ejkkfntmUTU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5825378697140699967</id><published>2011-01-03T21:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:50:56.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning Tangerine Vanilla Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TSKGoetXCdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/a1qWSQDzewY/s1600/webassignface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558152920124819922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TSKGoetXCdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/a1qWSQDzewY/s320/webassignface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my webassign face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err it actually wasn't so bad today. It took all of three and a half hours, of course, but there was no blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know whale blubber comes off like an orange peel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've made myself a 2011 book list!! Comeplete with Dickens, MacDonald, Tolkien, Shakespeare and other such friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm did you know that George Orwell was a police officer in India? He shot an elephant with blood like "red velvet" and I haven't been able to shake the image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MacFarland predicted a snow day for Friday, so it must be true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently panda-cows exist. On that token, I've just decided what I want as a graduation present. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if my hair will turn into straw if I straighten it two nights in a row? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms. Searle showed us a book of poems created by fifth graders. A line in one of them read: "I know that two plus two is four." Bahaha. That's what you think, kid..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know that contacts feel waxy if you leave them in too long? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5825378697140699967?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5825378697140699967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5825378697140699967' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5825378697140699967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5825378697140699967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2011/01/concerning-tangerine-vanilla-cream.html' title='Concerning Tangerine Vanilla Cream'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TSKGoetXCdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/a1qWSQDzewY/s72-c/webassignface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1558117429141046900</id><published>2010-12-31T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:56:03.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is at supper.. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten!</title><content type='html'>Oh, don't mind me. I just spent a little of today with another Hamlet enthusiast, that's all. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's Eve, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I took one of those little surveys. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Ohh many things. I almost died a lonely, AP student death, got my license, destroyed the mailbox, braved the taconic, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut!!1!!1&lt;br /&gt;(0%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;A brain. A heart. And a little courage. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And a trip to Madrid. :}&lt;br /&gt;And (in that case.....) a job. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;August 5. Road test #2. I won this time. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Well. This is how I'd like to introduce myself to people from now on:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hi! I got a 5 on my English AP in May 2010! My name is irrelevant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Do braces count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;The sweatshirt I'm wearing. It's been a good friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I had precious little to begin with. So it didn't really go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;March for Life (as always), Winter's Tale (naturally) and several smaller celebrations and get togethers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will always remind you of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Airplanes, Hello Hurricane, Hey Soul Sister, The Scientist and Mine. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;I think I can safely say I'm happier. I'm under a little less (immediate) stress and I've made a few key decisions that were wayyy up in the air last year. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Read, write, pray, think, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate. Fritter away my time and tears and sleep on things and people that don't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you be spending New Years?&lt;br /&gt;Oh probably in the living room playing an intense game of Apples to Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I don't watch it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this question. It's always impossible to answer.&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose the top contenders would be Huck Finn, Agnes Grey and Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;I did have a thing for Regina Spektor for a bit, so I guess that's worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm just assuming you're talking about films that CAME OUT this year..&lt;br /&gt;That's a toughie. I did enjoy Dawn Treader, but it broke my heart at times too.&lt;br /&gt;Tangled was sheer joy.. so I suppose it wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you get on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I am 18. I got various pieces of clothing, earmuffs (!!) and a kindle. Which is truly magical, despite all of my early reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;My personal fashion concept? I've never heard that term before.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh I guess it was the same as last years. You know, sweeping ballgowns, a different tiara for each day of the week, and ummmm jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;That's an amazing question! Which means I don't know the answer. :p&lt;br /&gt;My best guesses would be coffee, my sisters and several journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Searle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I met Rob Hahn and Chris in the library towards the beginning of the year. Both of whom can recite allll of the US presidents in order so I suppose they qualify as "best."&lt;br /&gt;But Rob returned to Germany. :'(&lt;br /&gt;WAIT I forgot Mr. Fletcher. Unless teachers don't count. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;Numbers are only numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it truly is worth it to just give up and go to bed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1558117429141046900?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1558117429141046900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1558117429141046900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1558117429141046900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1558117429141046900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-is-at-supper-not-where-he-eats-but.html' title='He is at supper.. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten!'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3946529985940754660</id><published>2010-12-26T00:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:57:14.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wake up! Hey Emily.."</title><content type='html'>".. Hey Emily, its Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cute. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It ended twenty minutes ago but I'm not ready for bed just yet. So. Here are a few things you should probably be aware of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I recieved my firstest acceptance letter. On Christmas Eve, which added to the drama of it all. And yes, it came from the Franciscan University of Steubenville; heart and soul of the midwest. Uhh yeah. I'm only a little excited. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Note: They also sent me an offering of MONEY and an application for their honors program... Which is undeniably attractive looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bananagrams is an excellent, excellent game. It's pretty much Scrabble sans all the waiting and the adding. AND it comes in a banana. With a zipper. Life itself doesn't get a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A WINTER STORM WARNING IS IN EFFECT. 7-14 inches between now and Monday evening. There is alot of blood red across the top of weather.com, which is a good sign. I don't believe we'll have much accumulation tomorrow, but that's ok. The Giant's are playing. On MONDAY, however, I will be building a snowman.. so plan your lives accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blasting Mannheim Steamroller does not, in fact, improve the quality of one's present wrapping abilities. I know because I tried it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ben got me a bunch of those exciting twisty straws. In all sorts of distracting neon colors. :p Remind me to try them out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I firmly believe that the smell of a Christmas tree will never get old. Can you think of anything else that is chilly and spicy at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Spikey Mikey Pikey III will survive another week? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jenny made fudge and I &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; ate what she gave me. This is the honest truth. I don't know about you, but I'm proud of myself. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I spent a solid half an hour organizing old VHS tapes, and I tell you most solemnly, it was better than eating M&amp;amp;M's. I finished with dusty fingers and a soul almost *tingling* with nostalgia. ^.^ JENNY. I wasn't kidding when I said we're spending the next week watching disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mollie is still walking around with the stuffed hot dog Jimmy gave her. :') *cuteness overload*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Am I the only one who feels different about Christmas every year? I could go all "eloquent" on you..... but I guess I won't. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you sang Happy Birthday to Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3946529985940754660?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3946529985940754660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3946529985940754660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3946529985940754660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3946529985940754660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/12/wake-up-hey-emily.html' title='&quot;Wake up! Hey Emily..&quot;'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6450836255049304418</id><published>2010-12-08T18:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:18:02.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh! I like that. Post it on your blog."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TQAbGch2AQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RtPGc-SBF20/s1600/DSCN0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548464538471760130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TQAbGch2AQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RtPGc-SBF20/s320/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ Jenny. From over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's word is law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www.exploratorium.edu/ronh/age/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason, I like the idea of being a senior citizen *somewhere.* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are Jovians jovial?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6450836255049304418?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6450836255049304418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6450836255049304418' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6450836255049304418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6450836255049304418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-thats-cool-post-it-on-your-blog.html' title='&quot;Oh! I like that. Post it on your blog.&quot;'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TQAbGch2AQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/RtPGc-SBF20/s72-c/DSCN0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3803406732815510945</id><published>2010-12-01T23:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:50:02.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll look to like, if looking liking move..</title><content type='html'>but honestly, they're all the same. Boys and colleges both. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. My Commonapp was submitted last Sunday. After a dear friend looked it over and found several gaps I had left. Yes. It was a little disconcerting. o.O The entire thing was kind of dramatic, actually. Hitting that little yellow button amid shouts of relief and.. umm... more relief. (YES, it is possible to shout with relief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my LAST visit to Ms. Guidance Counselor last week (her office smelled quite strongly of pizza. And I was starving. Sooo yes, calling the place a torture chamber might not be inaccurate..) and was told that, despite Tuesday's computer crash, my transcripts had been shipped successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. It is done. The bell invites me...&lt;br /&gt;And you know the rest of that speech so I won't bother you with it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****HEADS UP****&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in exactly two weeks. TWO WEEKS, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks the world will open up to me. I can legally vote, join the army, buy a lotto ticket, buy a cigar and get married!! Oh happy, happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm sure you're all dying to run out and buy me things, so I'll put my wish list here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Hope Diamond- Ok, this has been on the top of the list for several years now, but I can still *cough* hope, right? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A journal. Or two. Or five. Seriously, I've found I can never have too many. I recieved four last birthday/Christmas season and they are all finished. Actually, I'm living in a one of those standard spirals, atm. And its mighty uncomfortable. So. Get on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Emma or Sense and Sensibility or.. you get the point. I'm in the mood for something silly and Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A trip to Madrid Spain. WYD 2011. You're my last hope, guyz. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your soul in a jar... with a goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. iTunes dinero. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Another sweatshirt wouldn't make me unhappy, I'm not going to lie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ok, if you really want to get me jewelry, go for a necklace of some kind. I don't change my earrings. And I could probably use something a little more subtle than the glass heart I've been wearing for the past however long..&lt;br /&gt;My gems of choice are sapphire, emerald and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mr. Perfect. Now that I've reached a marriagable age, he has no excuse to remain in hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. An unlimited supply of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... that one should probably be at the top. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: No, I'm not an idiot. My birthday is two weeks from the 5th. And I posted on the 5th, not the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3803406732815510945?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3803406732815510945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3803406732815510945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3803406732815510945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3803406732815510945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-look-to-like-if-looking-liking-move.html' title='I&apos;ll look to like, if looking liking move..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-9009233360036567138</id><published>2010-11-28T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:23:54.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something quite interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TPLkYYp0_vI/AAAAAAAAA5c/eO7_tcSN_O0/s1600/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544745198832385778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TPLkYYp0_vI/AAAAAAAAA5c/eO7_tcSN_O0/s320/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About having two sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-9009233360036567138?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/9009233360036567138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=9009233360036567138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9009233360036567138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/9009233360036567138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-something-quite-interesting.html' title='There&apos;s something quite interesting...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TPLkYYp0_vI/AAAAAAAAA5c/eO7_tcSN_O0/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-367332955262419177</id><published>2010-11-24T00:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T01:12:15.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They talk like angels but they live like men.</title><content type='html'>~ St. Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo "senior packets" were due today. ^.^ Which basically involved the all important QUOTE, superlatives for students and... superlatives for teachers.&lt;br /&gt;There were way too many. Seriously. I don't even KNOW as many people as there were available categories. &gt;.&gt; So I prettyyy much just plugged in whoever came to mind first. And yes, there were repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers were easier. :p Searle is definitely the most unforgettable. And obviously Seipp has taken "going off topic" to the next level. Why, yes, we did spend half an hour discussing klondike bars, the Wiggles, assasination, and energy drinks.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me far longer to settle on a quote. I found sooo many contenders and I now have a nice little word document full of the marvelous cast offs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly knowing that I am with you, therefore no harm can befall you; all is very, very well. Do this in complete faith and confidence." ~ &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa158581.html"&gt;Pope John Paul II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love this and would have chosen it in a heartbeat if I didn't have to worry about its going over the heads of 75% of my classmates. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it)." ~ &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/quotes/quotes/l/lewiscarro389575.html"&gt;Lewis Carroll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children...to leave the world a better place...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the general idea here.... But, heck, I'm not an Emerson fan. And this was a bit more profound than what I was looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight; build it anyway." — &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/author/quotes/838305.Mother_Teresa"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the final two I eventually worked down to. And, in alot of ways, I like it better than the one I actually submitted. But, as a friend of mine said, its no good throwing in a depressing senior quote; high school was demoralizing enough. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And though I don't see this as *totally* depressing, it could easily come off that way. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best." ~ &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/quotes/quotes/s/stjerome389605.html"&gt;St. Jerome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy? Yes. But I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which one did I pick?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday is over. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today; let us begin."&lt;br /&gt;~ Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Short, sweet, to the point.&lt;br /&gt;2. My entire high school career has been defined by a chronic procrastination. So this is kind of like a note to self.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mother Teresa. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-367332955262419177?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/367332955262419177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=367332955262419177' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/367332955262419177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/367332955262419177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/11/they-talk-like-angels-but-they-live.html' title='They talk like angels but they live like men.'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8501849286510360090</id><published>2010-11-13T16:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:56:49.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're never too young to start making a bucket list."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TOGQVnHT7yI/AAAAAAAAA48/9WhnlR39XvI/s1600/mirrored-treehuouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539867717593722658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TOGQVnHT7yI/AAAAAAAAA48/9WhnlR39XvI/s320/mirrored-treehuouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ My idol. aka Ms. Searle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I did start one roughly a year ago. But its in sore need of an update, so I'll give you what I posted last time (with a few revisions)... in purple. Then my new ambitions. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Learn how to swing dance. Totally self explanatory. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Italy, Greece, Austrailia, Scotland and Ireland. (Rome/ruins, more ruins, reef/dingoes/nemo/outback, and CASTLES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go skydiving. Seriously. It's supposed to be the principal activity/symbol of courage/stupidity. I just want to say that I've DONE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat an entire pizza. I know that sounds disgusting, and I don't plan on doing it soon, but it's another one of those things I just want to be able to SAY I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wear a huge ball gown. Haha I know that might sound un-Emilyish but... yeah. What girl doesn't want this??? It's been a dream of mine since like, infancy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hug a panda. I KNOW. They're really supposed to be quite fierce and yada yada yada. I don't care. I need to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- While I'm look for a panda to hug I'd like to play hide and seek in the bamboo forest. Just because. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Fly a helicopter in a large circle and see how many people I can get to come out of their houses and stare at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Become fluent in a dead language, preferably Latin. When I do get married, I'll have my husband learn it too. We could communicate with having to worry about eavesdroppers!! And torment the children!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Read through every single line Shakespeare's ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spend the entire night (preferably a clear, chilly one, in either October or November) on a rooftop somewhere and pick out every single constellation in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Own a pet squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Turkey or the Middle East or somewhere to their drink coffee. Is it really as strong as they say it is??? Why should I just accept what I've been told on this subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8501849286510360090?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8501849286510360090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8501849286510360090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8501849286510360090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8501849286510360090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-know-where-wicked-go-when-theyre.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re never too young to start making a bucket list.&quot;'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TOGQVnHT7yI/AAAAAAAAA48/9WhnlR39XvI/s72-c/mirrored-treehuouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7111130956727841140</id><published>2010-11-08T15:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:14:55.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, I did have a dream about playing tight end a few months ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNhfr76V5wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mTyhlp0_USs/s1600/ebennet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537280950273435394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNhfr76V5wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mTyhlp0_USs/s320/ebennet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. Take note of the new biography!! Written by an especially prestigious author, I might add. &lt;div&gt;2. Take note of the black belt. Its on the futon beneath my Joba Chamberlain shirt. :D *wince* Mr. Robinson would be so displeased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I applied to a college! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Bullet's inspection expired on Halloween! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. LOL @ the school newspaper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Fletch: You know, I always seem to have the editor-in-chief in one of my classes and it provides me with such a convenient opportunity to voice my complaints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suvadip: Oh!! Yes! Tell me. Then we'll have an editors' meeting..... RIGHT NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha yeah. Usually I could care less. But this edition was so exciting!!! There was an article "rebuking" religion, another rebuking Turnitin (lol @ Chris.. Fletch didn't like that one at all) and another arguing for a girl's football team!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl's football team!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?! Why?? I can't even think of any girls who'd want to play!! xP Powderpuff is a whole different ballpark. And the ones participating are the jock-y gals who play soccer and field hockey and shtuff anyway!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes it funnier is that it was written by such a cute, nice, little girly girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I'm 99% certain she wouldn't be signing up herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.... I'm not opposed to girls playing sports. But the idea that we need to play every single one to become "equal" with our male friends, well, that's ridiculous. Because honestly, I wouldn't feel like I've gained any rights by donning shoulder pads. I'd feel like an idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7111130956727841140?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7111130956727841140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7111130956727841140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7111130956727841140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7111130956727841140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/11/trifles-make-perfection.html' title='You know, I did have a dream about playing tight end a few months ago..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNhfr76V5wI/AAAAAAAAA4U/mTyhlp0_USs/s72-c/ebennet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3492403077866686408</id><published>2010-11-04T23:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T18:22:47.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNSDgdPrznI/AAAAAAAAA4A/093sh8LJ9hw/s1600/DSCN0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536194435574648434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNSDgdPrznI/AAAAAAAAA4A/093sh8LJ9hw/s320/DSCN0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE. There's your variation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... goodness. Francis Thompson to Taylor Swift. Who else would do that? It reminds me of the time I made the mistake of writing Charlotte Bronte and Lady Gaga's names on the same page. -.- And reading &lt;a href="http://catholicyoungwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Maiden's Wreath&lt;/a&gt; while listening to "Love to Way You Lie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sketchy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I was sitting in Physics today and decided that I had to watch Beauty and the Beast again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear readers, I'm not displeased with the idea of growing up. As my 18th birthday *looms* before me, I'm marching forward quite happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still. There are days when I do miss dressing up as Belle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading entire Nancy Drews in a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating the undercooked top of the banana bread!!! (Jenny, can you tell Mommmy to make the loaves again? Muffins don't have the same EFFECT).&lt;br /&gt;OH and I liked having woods in the back to walk in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Trading places" was fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEAVING ANNIE IN THE CLOSET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm getting carried away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm sure I'll be.. um.. *wallowing* in nostaglia again before much time passes. So. Consider this more of warning than anything else. &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/8768405693669951756-3492403077866686408?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3492403077866686408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3492403077866686408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3492403077866686408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3492403077866686408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-had-time-of-my-life-fighting-dragons.html' title='I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNSDgdPrznI/AAAAAAAAA4A/093sh8LJ9hw/s72-c/DSCN0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2612379616489101840</id><published>2010-11-03T20:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T15:34:44.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But the rose's scent is bitterness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNH69T-vxiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rdfZzt6EPrQ/s1600/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535481348257465890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNH69T-vxiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rdfZzt6EPrQ/s320/pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to him that loved the rose. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll leave that poem alone now. I promise. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just worked. Because I stayed home on All Saint's day and saw something prettier than the inside of an economics textbook. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8:00, figuring it would leave me enough time to down some coffee, read and get most of an essay done before 12:00 mass. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the window and had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a nice, thick, layer of frost covering the front lawn. I wasn't exactly surprised (I could have predicted it easily; my nose was frozen and I was wearing Annie's favorite sweatshirt ;P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me stop and think was the rosebush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers themselves were oddly bright. But it wasn't the same kind of brightness you see in June or even September (July and August don't count, obviously. Beetles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more of... a proud resignation. &lt;/3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2612379616489101840?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2612379616489101840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2612379616489101840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2612379616489101840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2612379616489101840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/11/but-roses-scent-is-bitterness.html' title='But the rose&apos;s scent is bitterness..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TNH69T-vxiI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/rdfZzt6EPrQ/s72-c/pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-700938422190661926</id><published>2010-10-29T15:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:58:22.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She looked a little wistfully, then went her sunshine way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TMsfSh5HMnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O7O1JvraP_w/s1600/bahamas12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533550970350809714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TMsfSh5HMnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O7O1JvraP_w/s320/bahamas12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture of Jenny. I said, "WOW JENNY IS GORGEOUS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I uploaded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. What I meant to do was say "HI!!!!" and let you know that November starts on Monday. Also, my senior year is going, um.. fabulously!! Because I know you care. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't late to economics ONCE this week! And yes, that is a huge accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Don't judge. I have to warm up the truck THEN do approximately 3479 three-point turns just to get out of the driveway. Unless Daddy hasn't left yet; in which case I'd have to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting through town takes a little while too.. considering I tend to hit almost EVERY red light which totally isn't my fault.And I like to either sing or have deep conversations with myself during this interval to wake myself up a bit. And we all know I can't be zipping around like a maniac (or a, almost-tardy student..) while I'm speaking or singing or humming or whatever. That's called multi-tasking and, as we learned in health class last year, its something that we teenagers simply aren't capable of. SO, YEAH. SORRY MS. DODGE. MY BIOLOGY IS WORKING AGAINST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't get me wrong. I love driving and I love Bullet. He makes me feel tall and indestructible. That said... He's a little on the tubby side. Which I personally don't mind (unless I'm trying to get out of the soccer field -.-) but I constantly have to comfort him after incidents like yesterday when I was pulling out of the school parking lot...&lt;br /&gt;*Erin, Sammy and Danielle cross in front of me*&lt;br /&gt;*I pleasantly acknowledge and refrain from crushing them. They burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: Oh my gosh!!!! Emily drives a school bus!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: Hahaha Emilyy!!! my lawn is doing well...&lt;br /&gt;And Erin was busy laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;I vacuumed and cleaned out the interior last Saturday and found a handful of hot wheels cars, ten million reciepts, fifty million empty waterbottles, a t-shirt and a gun that lights up. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The latter remains in the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-700938422190661926?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/700938422190661926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=700938422190661926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/700938422190661926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/700938422190661926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-looked-little-wistfully-then-went.html' title='She looked a little wistfully, then went her sunshine way..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TMsfSh5HMnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O7O1JvraP_w/s72-c/bahamas12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2152932735388911640</id><published>2010-10-11T17:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:28:09.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here? How beauteous mankind is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://family.webshots.com/photo/2727642960064692198GnxwlE"&gt;&lt;img alt="100_1299" src="http://inlinethumb20.webshots.com/43475/2727642960064692198S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Brave New World. It was strange. But the constant Tempest/Shakespeare references were enough to bring back some lovely memories. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I wish I was still 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2152932735388911640?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2152932735388911640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2152932735388911640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2152932735388911640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2152932735388911640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-are-such-stuff-as-dreams-are-made-on.html' title='Oh, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here? How beauteous mankind is..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5076087912336770444</id><published>2010-10-09T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:52:46.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How does a silly girl unwind..</title><content type='html'>after a grueling four hours in RCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eats a sandwich. Stares at a wall for a few minutes. Grabs a random Narnia book and stumbles downstairs and onto the back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to choose the Voyage of the Dawn Treader &lt;3 And this struck me as amusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Lucy has been given a whole room on deck to herself...C[aspian] says that's because she's a girl. I tried to make him see what Alberta says, that all that sort of thing is really lowering girls but he was too dense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caspian absolutely GLOWS with courtesy. An aspect of his character that I suppose I took for granted when I was about ten or eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Lucy accepts with perfect grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5076087912336770444?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5076087912336770444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5076087912336770444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5076087912336770444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5076087912336770444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-does-silly-girl-unwind.html' title='How does a silly girl unwind..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8241857040121067546</id><published>2010-09-29T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:12:04.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the entire thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPF1FhCMPuQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/kPF1FhCMPuQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8B1nKGIAeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/k8B1nKGIAeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8768405693669951756-8241857040121067546?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8241857040121067546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8241857040121067546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8241857040121067546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8241857040121067546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-entire-thing.html' title='Watch the entire thing..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6846787977270606872</id><published>2010-09-22T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:33:53.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I just realized..</title><content type='html'>That I've been blogging all throughout high school. o.O&lt;br /&gt;And I've written about each first day in detail. Ahaha some of these are kind of scary, actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2007/09/beware-of-freshman.html"&gt;Freshman year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee-should-be-black-as-hell-strong.html"&gt;Sophmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html"&gt;Junior&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot about this year. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It wasn't exciting, and I'm sure you don't care, but why end it all now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day itself is kind of blurred, but I'll give you a rough idea of what's going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to make it known that driving is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. For real. Not only does it afford an increased amount of mobility, independence, etc, etc, but it has also made the joy that is LATE ARRIVAL possible. The extra hour of sleep makes such a huge huge difference. Considering I spent most of the day last year half asleep, I can honestly say I feel like a new woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, second period starts at 8:05. Which is still early. -.-&lt;br /&gt;The class I speak of happens to be AP Economics. Ms. Dodge is one of those young, funny, enthusiastic lady teachers. Absolutely nothing to complain about, but probably won't change my life either. ;) For the record, the subject is far more interesting than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I do miss Molloy though. &lt;/3 a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period (my second teehee) is Writer's Workshop, which is like a creative writing class. Ok. I'm already disappointed that this is going to end after first semester. Because I love it to death and back. An odd assortment of students + MS. SEARLE + 42 minutes coming up with stories = WIN. AP English was great, but this environment is ten times better for enjoying Searle-isms because there's no actual exam hanging over our heads!&lt;br /&gt;"Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad." &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes gym (every other day). I'm quite horrible at archery but its entertaining. :p And its nice to be outside for a few minutes out of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment on Physics. Please. I'm just going to get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precalc in itself is scaring me already. But Mr. Seipp's horrible horrible jokes somehow make it bearable.&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a kid, I used to steal things. So my parents named me Rob."&lt;br /&gt;*a few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;"My sister is really sentimental. So we call her Karen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th period is my down time. &lt;3 Not a huge fan of the cafeteria, so I usually just chill out in the library. I'll eat, do homework, mess on the computers (sometimes abort73.. I like to hope people will start looking over my shoulder :p) or read random books. The DaVinci Code is such a piece of garbage. I didn't even get to anything controversial yet!! Dan Brown just can't write. I was literally about to rip my hair out and...... I'll save this rant for another day.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;I run upstairs to English. Which is extremely entertaining!! All we've done so far is discuss Jane Eyre, Gulliver's Travels, and whatever random topics have branched off of either of the two. Seriously... if Fletcher thinks its a talk worth having, we will have it. Whether it pertains to English literature or not. He's a funny person though; a friend of mine actually has a running list of quotes from him.. and its already a good two pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6846787977270606872?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6846787977270606872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6846787977270606872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6846787977270606872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6846787977270606872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-just-realized.html' title='So I just realized..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1610586188771916959</id><published>2010-09-05T01:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:43:42.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TIMsn5fnayI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qXPgdvOp_hg/s1600/DSCN0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513299432791567138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TIMsn5fnayI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qXPgdvOp_hg/s320/DSCN0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Emily, 17 year olds are too young to be on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;James: ... You're 17?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... How old did you think I was?&lt;br /&gt;James: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared he would say something closer to 14 or 15. :p Sooo.. That made my day. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Later on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: James, your fingernails are all dirty.&lt;br /&gt;James: MOMMY I'm a BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such an intellectual. A very religious intellectual. You should see my side table. Occupants include:&lt;br /&gt;- Death in the Clouds (an Agatha Christie..)&lt;br /&gt;- Mere Christianity (C.S. Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;- Screwtape Letters (same)&lt;br /&gt;- The Confessions of St. Augustine&lt;br /&gt;- Jason Evert &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- THE BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;- A journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I stack things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1610586188771916959?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1610586188771916959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1610586188771916959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1610586188771916959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1610586188771916959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-life-of.html' title='A day in the life of'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TIMsn5fnayI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qXPgdvOp_hg/s72-c/DSCN0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6335623487773357976</id><published>2010-09-03T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:36:25.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Celebration of my Heritage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCu5ojNlpi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCu5ojNlpi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8768405693669951756-6335623487773357976?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6335623487773357976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6335623487773357976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6335623487773357976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6335623487773357976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-celebration-of-my-heritage.html' title='In Celebration of my Heritage..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7842828122444560154</id><published>2010-08-23T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:56:35.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh not so but let them go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/THLbenaqBXI/AAAAAAAAA00/78kPkylWMQg/s1600/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508706613250884978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/THLbenaqBXI/AAAAAAAAA00/78kPkylWMQg/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh summer. Alas! Alack! Woe is me! We have but 15 short days before we must part. You to run away to some other side of the globe and I to endure another desert of a school year. Life is unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am sure you are just dying to hear about my August, so I will do you the honor of drying my tears long enough to babble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks involved visiting the lake for a day, new jersey for a week, a show at lincoln center, a show at Boscobel, and a show in our dearly beloved Oxford CT. &lt;3 There was a birthday, a road test, a several thesis statements. Oh, and the inevitable colleges. I'll elaborate a little on those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop of the month was King's College of Wilkes-Barre, PA. Drove two and a half hours and upon arriving found ourselves so very horrified that all we could do was laugh. The place was, in a word, frightening. Empty warehouses. Crumbling stores. The works. Oh, and it was difficult to distinguish the actual campus from the town itself.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to school here."&lt;br /&gt;"Should we get out of the car?"&lt;br /&gt;"... No."&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up a few hundred feet from the admissions office and called to cancel our tour. Would you like to reschedule? Oh.. no thanks. We'll get back to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We had the rest of the day, so decided that we would swing by suny Binghamton, which was an hour or so north. Compared to our last stop... the place (though gigantic) looked like heaven!! &lt;3 There were trees!! And flowers!! And the people walking down the street didn't look like murderers!! Oh, and I'm not going to lie, the playgrounds were the most amazing I'd ever seen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Stony Brook..... which was also beyond large. But in a slightly less attractive manner. The lounges look like furniture stores... the library resembles a mall... and the L.I.E. smells like salt and dead fish. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, they have a medical school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7842828122444560154?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7842828122444560154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7842828122444560154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7842828122444560154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7842828122444560154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh-not-so-but-let-them-go.html' title='Sigh not so but let them go..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/THLbenaqBXI/AAAAAAAAA00/78kPkylWMQg/s72-c/DSCN0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2287580104252839808</id><published>2010-08-20T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:03:41.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorned in neon yellow..</title><content type='html'>Just found &lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2008/06/doom.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else thinks I should get it published? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2287580104252839808?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2287580104252839808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2287580104252839808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2287580104252839808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2287580104252839808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/08/adorned-in-neon-yellow.html' title='Adorned in neon yellow..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1300074283182095815</id><published>2010-08-17T23:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:39:49.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TGtVv6WXiJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/PYbu1kuBGIU/s1600/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506589250995849362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TGtVv6WXiJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/PYbu1kuBGIU/s320/goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't think of a better title. Because I want you all to bask in its utter fabulousness as I just did. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has created each one of us, every human being, for greater things-- to love and to be loved. But why did God make some of us men and others women? Because a woman's love is one image of the love of God, and a man's love is another image of God's love. Both are created to love, but each in a different way. Woman and man complete each other, and together show forth God's love more fully than either can do it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That special power of loving that belongs to a woman is seen most clearly when she becomes a mother. Motherhood is the gift of God to women. How grateful we must be to God for this wonderful gift that brings such joy to the whole world, women and men alike! Yet we can destroy this gift of motherhood, especially by the evil of abortion, but also by thinking that other things like jobs or positions aremore important than loving, than giving oneself to others. No job, no plans, no possessions, no idea of "freedom" can take the place of love. So anything that destroys God's gift of motherhood destroys His most precious gift to women-- the ability to love as a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Mother Theresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ewtn.com/New_library/MT_woman.htm"&gt;http://www.ewtn.com/New_library/MT_woman.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1300074283182095815?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1300074283182095815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1300074283182095815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1300074283182095815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1300074283182095815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/08/read-it.html' title='Read it'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TGtVv6WXiJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/PYbu1kuBGIU/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8295708421929250462</id><published>2010-08-16T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:16:01.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few quick facts</title><content type='html'>1. My AP English thesis just got denied!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to Boscobel tomorrow!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brownies are delicious!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8295708421929250462?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8295708421929250462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8295708421929250462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8295708421929250462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8295708421929250462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-quick-facts.html' title='A few quick facts'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7977434455574231436</id><published>2010-08-07T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:43:52.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the moment you've all been waiting for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TF3s7edW7aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/j2C2UEimHeo/s1600/drivinskills.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502814826249252258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TF3s7edW7aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/j2C2UEimHeo/s320/drivinskills.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily has her license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you a moment. Let it sink in. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a month of driver's ed, obsessive paralell parking, and stomach ulcers (lol jk) I took my road test.. for the second time. Take one was back in May and, thinking back, I'm a little surprised I even considered taking it right then. Causeee I only started driving on *actual* roads in late March... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. My failure took place in Milbrook, so this time I opted for Fishkill. Thought a change of scenery might be nice andddd I know alot of... sub-genius *cough* kids who have passed there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to leave early Thursday so I could squeeze in a bit more parking practice..... but we couldn't find an appropriate location or car. -.- So we just hopped on line, which was getting long-ish anyway. :/ I couldn't help being a little worried about the pouring rain.... that continued for about half an hour. Fortunately, we had quite a wait ahead of us. Mother read. I babbled. I sang the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NSsvll8CPk"&gt;confidence song&lt;/a&gt;. THEN.............. the bald dmv man walked over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you seventeen? Why yes I am. Wearing contacts? Yes! How did you know? Check your blind spot and pull into traffic when you're ready, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I obeyed while trying my best to look an extremely cool teenager and not like a deathly nervous five year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came to the end of Geering and made a left turn at the uberly weird intersection. There was a truck coming off the highway in front of me, but, of course, I executed the manouver absolutelyyy perfectly and no one was hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's a pretty funky intersection." I commented as casually as I could manage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh yes," said he "very dangerous."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES!! SO YA FIGURED YOU'D START THE ROAD TEST THERE? THAT'S RLY SMART. But of course I was only fuming in my head. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another left turn onto White. I encounter a lone stop sign. I stop. Turn left, please. Park the car at the side of the road please, please don't hit the grass. Anticipating a broken u-turn, I obeyed. Instead, he pointed to a random cone sitting in front of us. No, this wasn't a broken u. This was SIMULATED parallel parking. I attempted to swallow the inevitable feeling of panic as the friendly man pulled out a little diagram and explained the process. The cone signified the end of a car. I was to pull up beside it and pretend everything else was the same... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled weakly and subconsciously smacked my inner five year old into submission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise... I did perfectly. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I pull up a little?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, no. This is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I on the grass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe. Sorry. I'm a little paranoid... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And continuing to utter lame excuses, I traveled down White until I was asked to turn right. NOW I was to perform a broken u. Ok. My neck was a little sore when I finished, but that's a good thing, considering the idea is to look in as many directions as you possibly can within a 15 second period (YES they time that part. isn't that crazy??). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulled up to another intersection. There was a red light that lasted FOREVER. Or at least, it seemed that way.. sitting next to a silent man who had the power to change my life... ANYWAY. When it turned green, I took care to look in every direction as obnoxiously and obviously as I could, then proceeded left. Cruising cruising cruising. Watch your speed. OOPS. The soft reminder called my attention to the fact that I happened to be going about 3mph over the speed limit of 35. I apologized in as humble a tone as I could muster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A right onto Geering. We had left less than ten minutes ago and it was now over. I put the car in park and awaited my verdict with a feigned patience. As I listened to the contructive criticism, I watched the little slip thing print. It was much shorter than the last one. My bursting heart skipped a beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he finally handed it to me............. YESSSSSSSS I lost 10 points for poor judgement!!! But that was all!!!!! (In May I got a 65... if you were wondering...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there ends my tale. I'm still pretty thrilled. If you couldn't tell. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7977434455574231436?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7977434455574231436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7977434455574231436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7977434455574231436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7977434455574231436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-moment-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='It&apos;s the moment you&apos;ve all been waiting for..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TF3s7edW7aI/AAAAAAAAA0c/j2C2UEimHeo/s72-c/drivinskills.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1632948474957464554</id><published>2010-08-04T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:56:58.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear reader!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TFooc0y1dMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/RjSdunDk9mQ/s1600/book+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501754370459792578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TFooc0y1dMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/RjSdunDk9mQ/s320/book+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane Eyre rox my sox. This was my third or fourth time visiting her, and I enjoyed it more than ever. My essay is going to be insaneeeely amazing. :) If you're lucky I'll post it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anyway. Thought I'd show you &lt;a href="http://takingaside.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Created and abandoned it earlier in the summer and apparently I disabled comments..? So if you could give me feedback here that would be swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about picking it up again and using it for venting purposes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1632948474957464554?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1632948474957464554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1632948474957464554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1632948474957464554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1632948474957464554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-reader.html' title='Dear reader!'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TFooc0y1dMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/RjSdunDk9mQ/s72-c/book+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5950984169219536172</id><published>2010-07-30T17:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:39:37.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's only one word to describe this family: DRAMA." - Ben</title><content type='html'>Hahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. July is almost over and you are speaking to a changed woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now parallel park, make a basket weave with buttercream frosting (!!!), and say that I have been to the new Yankee Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a grand total of three colleges and ALREADY each of them has affected me in special, unique, exhilirating and fantastic ways!! Sacred Heart had an extraordinarily SQUARE chapel, a treeless landscape that filled my soul with emptiness, and a young student who SWORE he lived ten minutes away but couldn't give us directions that made sense. At Fairfield I had the pleasure of being dwarfed by 3987 granite buildings (about half belonged to administration, according to our map) acquainting myself with the majestic elk sculpture and shedding pure tears for a dead, headless bird lying on the path. Oh I'm not kidding. There was a dead bird....... with no head. o.O *ahem* During our tour of Franciscan I found a Tolkien quote in the Admissions office, a cute baby and a bookstore that looked like my house.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mentioned the baby last to help you get rid of the image of a decapitated robin. ;)&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm other life changing experiences include chasing a bird (this one had a head) around the garage for two hours, going to Coldstones with my driver's ed car and bowling for the first time in five years... only to realize how horrible I am. *cough* I mean, out of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5950984169219536172?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5950984169219536172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5950984169219536172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5950984169219536172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5950984169219536172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-only-one-word-to-describe-this.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s only one word to describe this family: DRAMA.&quot; - Ben'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6191007142918040922</id><published>2010-07-26T20:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:34:38.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine... That you are a blob of oatmeal without a heart or a brain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TE4wyaKbBVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-UxZkRmTDP4/s1600/ladyofshallot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385837640582482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TE4wyaKbBVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-UxZkRmTDP4/s320/ladyofshallot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just heard John Lennon's *masterpiece* for the first time in awhile and was surprised at how depressed it made me. I mean, we all remember hearing David Archuleta singing a shortened version of it on AI and getting all teary eyed.. but goodness. The original makes me want to weep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahhh what pops out first is the dismissal of heaven, hell and finally religion. Then you have the sweet allusion to a happy perfect posessionless "brotherhood." We all know how that works out. *snicker*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what truly filled my little heart with grief was the line that told me to imagine that there was nothing to die for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, hello? If there's nothing we're willing to die for, what can we possibly live for? I am all for world peace. War is terrible, but even in a perfect world... people need to believe in something. Violence doesn't have to be an option, but if peace means giving up on everything that pushes me &lt;em&gt;forward&lt;/em&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather be oatmeal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Uhh the Lady of Shalott has nothing to do with this post. I just put her there to throw you off. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6191007142918040922?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6191007142918040922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6191007142918040922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6191007142918040922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6191007142918040922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/imagine-that-you-are-blob-of-oatmeal.html' title='Imagine... That you are a blob of oatmeal without a heart or a brain..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TE4wyaKbBVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-UxZkRmTDP4/s72-c/ladyofshallot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7349720498997826986</id><published>2010-07-20T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:06:48.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"But it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TEYrXMBMwrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bTImJuqoV5M/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496128072615510706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TEYrXMBMwrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bTImJuqoV5M/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. For the lack of anything better to do, I'm thinking about doing a series of posts on college visits. Would that be pleasing to you? They've been somewhat amusing, so I'm thinking that, if I were to dramatize them a wee bit, they would make for a fairly entertaining ten minutes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7349720498997826986?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7349720498997826986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7349720498997826986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7349720498997826986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7349720498997826986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-its-no-use-going-back-to-yesterday.html' title='&quot;But it&apos;s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.&quot;'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TEYrXMBMwrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bTImJuqoV5M/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3096430990463713599</id><published>2010-07-13T19:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:33:42.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read at your own risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TD09mIgEtRI/AAAAAAAAAzY/zRsSW3kkUAs/s1600/wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493614845788206354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TD09mIgEtRI/AAAAAAAAAzY/zRsSW3kkUAs/s320/wind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(OK. Fine. But seriously, I warned you...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have been having a splendid summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine has been very.. book-ish. Which is fine, considering the goals I set for myself this year. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've completed &lt;em&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/em&gt; (Alexandre Dumas), &lt;em&gt;Agnes Grey&lt;/em&gt; (Anne Bronte), &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Goblin&lt;/em&gt; (George MacDonald) &lt;3&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; (Austen, DUH. Yay for 8 hour road trips!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to comment quickly on all of them. Yes I promise it will be quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monte Cristo&lt;/em&gt; was not what I was expecting. I sat down thinking I'd need to exert some kind of intelligence to get through the thing.. but I was wrong. However.. in despite of (oh alright, maybe BECAUSE of) it's lack of depth and occasional stupidity, it was extremely entertaining. Actually, picture a soap opera set in post-Napoleanic France and there it is. So yes, I would recommend this book to you. DO NOT be intimidated by the size of it, forgive the static and predictable characters, embrace the drama and you're good to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. &lt;em&gt;Agnes Grey&lt;/em&gt; is definitely not a work of genius (in the fashion of Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre) HOWEVER (my new favorite word) it is now one of my favorite books. Why? It has all of the features of your typical silly but highly amusing Austen-esque plot AND the benefit of sensitive, dynamic, beautiful Bronte-esque characters. A total win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe I'm cheating a little by sticking &lt;em&gt;The Princess and the Goblin&lt;/em&gt; in here (I still have a few chapters left), but I couldn't help it. This book is a classic. And reading it again almost ten years after I first picked it up has proved quite interesting. I remember being happy that Irene was kinda my age (eight), annoyed that Curdie didn't have a *real* name, and absolutely horrified by the descriptions of the Goblin cat. :p Today I giggled over the princess's adorableee little explanations about her "great-great-huge-grandmother" and amused myself by picking up bits and pieces of passages that struck me as particularly Tolkien-esque...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh I'm such a nerd. But I need to finish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, including &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; might not be fair. Listening to something is really alot different than actually having a book and mulling over things yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT. In this case, I'm not even sure if I would have had the heart to finish the book if I had had it (hehe it's surprising what you can bear during a journey through Pennsylvania ;P). *Maybe* it was partly due to an Austen overdose, but I don't think so. I've come to expect and enjoy the regular elopements, balls, jealous sisters, etc, etc, etc. And yes, I'm even getting used to repeats in characters types, but this time... it was so much worse. Sweet, quiet, Anne Elliot of &lt;em&gt;Persuasion&lt;/em&gt; had some redeeming qualities, but sweet, quiet, Fanny Price had none. The girl was a spineless wreck and I found it hard to pity her at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to do a little more compare and contrasting, then I'll be done. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in &lt;em&gt;Agnes Grey&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; we've got two vaguely similar situations. A sweet and quiet girl is in love with an attractive man with good morals (in fact, he is planning on becoming a minister). In comes the beautiful, flirtatious, charming "friend" who could have any man she chooses but decides to ensnare the afore mentioned man of high morals. She nearly succeeds but slips up somehow and is seen as the cruel, artful little vixen that she is. Yayy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. IT'S FRIGHTFULLY STUPID. But you want to know what makes &lt;em&gt;Agnes Grey&lt;/em&gt; a win and &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; a drag? The characters. All of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Bronte's creations are sensitive, realistic and undergo significant changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this case, Austen's were just emotional, flat and stagnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how it all boils down to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3096430990463713599?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3096430990463713599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3096430990463713599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3096430990463713599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3096430990463713599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/read-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Read at your own risk'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TD09mIgEtRI/AAAAAAAAAzY/zRsSW3kkUAs/s72-c/wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8678528302837861108</id><published>2010-07-09T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:37:28.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only because all the cool kids are doing it :/</title><content type='html'>Grab the book nearest you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;"As he recieved the reassurance of something purposeful being done he began to look satisfied, and his only clean digit, a pink thumb, slid into his mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you reach?&lt;br /&gt;Air particles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;uhh I don't even know. But I did watch 30 Minute Meals with Annie and Jenny yesterday. o.O soo maybe it was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking, guess what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;4:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;4:22&lt;br /&gt;UGH I'm a failure :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;the fan and Jenny's flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;To get out the the car. Getting home from driver's ed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;The delicious sandwich I was eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Brown tank top and jean shorts/capris hybrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;I remember waking up and thinking it was weird. But I don't remember details. I think there were homeschoolers in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I laugh alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;ALOT. An obsolete soccer schedule, white board calendar, pictures, drawings, etcc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Your face!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I've been in school everyday this week. Why are you even asking me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Austrailia, a trip to Madrid, tuition to whatever college and med school and all that jazz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about you that few know about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm engaged!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Kill every single mosquito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I do. And becoming an expert swing and ballroom dancer is close to the top of my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;is obsolete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your first child is a girl. What do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked the name Meredith. No idea why. I'm also fond of Marie, Elizabeth, Regina and Emma... But I could never name my child Emma.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hi, I'm Emily and this is my daughter Emma."&lt;br /&gt;Just sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your first child is a boy. What do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Scott. After my father, naturally. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. See, this is one of the reasons why I've never been an Amy March fan. I've always been bitterly bitterly jealous of her years in Europe. Oh, and she marries Laurie. Worst literary match ever, I'm sorry Ms. Alcott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8678528302837861108?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8678528302837861108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8678528302837861108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8678528302837861108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8678528302837861108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-because-all-cool-kids-are-doing-it.html' title='Only because all the cool kids are doing it :/'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1809630675555700775</id><published>2010-07-09T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:14:23.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So once me and Jenny figure out the guitar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uwY3sjqYX0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/-uwY3sjqYX0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will do something like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1809630675555700775?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1809630675555700775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1809630675555700775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1809630675555700775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1809630675555700775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-once-me-and-jenny-figure-out-guitar.html' title='So once me and Jenny figure out the guitar..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7428890046363803498</id><published>2010-07-03T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:41:03.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TC_0t0hqulI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AqWdbYVmK1g/s1600/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489875538819070546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TC_0t0hqulI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AqWdbYVmK1g/s320/reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There lived a young girl with astonishingly &lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2007/07/children-of-hurin.html"&gt;literary goals&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is.. wow. I wish I still wrote like that. 50k? Was I insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even better question.. did I achieve that mark? Yes. I'm pretty sure I did. Never finished the story, but when I left off it was well over 50,000 words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did produce a ridiculous amount of fiction during my early teen years. Granted, most of it was pretty bad, but everytime I look back I'm shocked at how MUCH of it there is. It's unfortunate that I had such difficulty with finishing things. Only one of my "novels" and one of the short stories found proper endings. But this is not to say I wasn't deeeep into several others... deep deep deep. Before I got stuck... or lost interest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see if I can read through some of it over the summer... and maybe post a little. Though my earlier scribblings were obviously Tolkien imitations, I eventually came up with a few original ideas. There's a funny pattern too. Laced through everything is this odd theme of life and death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's just human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7428890046363803498?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7428890046363803498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7428890046363803498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7428890046363803498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7428890046363803498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TC_0t0hqulI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/AqWdbYVmK1g/s72-c/reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-846913775589425118</id><published>2010-06-18T21:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:10:40.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering if we ever had a clue... also I'm bored...</title><content type='html'>This is seriously going to get personal. You ready?&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;Night owl. I even think more clearly at night. BAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you laughed really hard over?&lt;br /&gt;Really hard? Well. A few minutes ago a laughed at my mother for giving me one of her looks. It was the "Emily-be-nice" look. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken anything because you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;There are dents on the side of my desk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gave you $1,000 would you spend it or save it?&lt;br /&gt;Save it. For WYD 2011, yes? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Um. I don't tell anyone *everything*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like when people call you things like "baby", "sweetie", "hun", etc?&lt;br /&gt;Eww usually not. So condescending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this Friday be a good one? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm today is Friday. I suppose it was ok despite the three hour long history test and orthodontist appointment. I ate a muffin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone protective of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well. I have a father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good going to happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Last soccer game :(&lt;br /&gt;Cast party!!&lt;br /&gt;So. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares you more: snakes or spiders?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KILLED A SPIDER WITH MY BARE HAND LAST NIGHT. YO.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a beast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes. Yes I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Soccer uniform. Then probably a tank top and shorts. BAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not. I simply CANnot talk to boyz. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read other people's expressions?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. But not usually. I've developed a reputation for being oblivious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be in 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;21...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like being home alone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Only because it happens so infrequently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you argue with people often?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugged anyone in the past 72 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Hm. My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep on anyone while texting?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. That's probably something you would expect me to do, however, I'm quite good about letting people know that I'm about to slip from consciousness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever received something cute from a person of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Something cute? like a baby rabbit? Or a puppy? No. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Umm the shorts might be Annie or Jenny's. But there's no way of knowing and I don't think they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you have until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;six months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 17.5.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any bruises/cuts on your body?&lt;br /&gt;I have a papercut :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;LATE but not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;It depends how tired I am. Lately I've been suffering from severe exhaustion sooo not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a word that starts with the third letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;Iglesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Well. If I recognize the area code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever spell your name wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Kilbrick, Kubrick, Kibrich.......&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly say that you're okay right now?&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are promises important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm after awhile I've come to realize that they aren't important to alot of people. so I try not to take them seriously anymore. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone doesn't like you it's because...&lt;br /&gt;Something slipped my mind. Or they don't understand me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be up before 7AM tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Marvelously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever set anything on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Advent candles!! And fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your quote to live by?&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can, with what you have, where you are -Teddy Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine. But I'd LIKE to say I live by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you need to admit to someone?&lt;br /&gt;possibly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't care, do you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;Usually. In varying degrees. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-846913775589425118?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/846913775589425118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=846913775589425118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/846913775589425118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/846913775589425118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/wondering-if-we-ever-had-clue-also-im.html' title='Wondering if we ever had a clue... also I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1804742844721055036</id><published>2010-06-15T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:03:00.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And just because everything's changing doesn't mean that it's never been this way before..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TBgRivPtR9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/BqA0zr5jKSk/s1600/bookring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483151834819151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TBgRivPtR9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/BqA0zr5jKSk/s320/bookring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my first post of summer 2010. :D&lt;br /&gt;Now doesn't that sound swell? Summer 2010. It's fun to say. You can pretty much taste the ice cream and watermelon and suntan lotion and sweat and calendula and super soakers.&lt;br /&gt;I hate those things. And I always get shot with warm water because my brothers tend to use them after they've already been sitting in the sun for several days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why was I posting again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. I'm going to read an obscene amount of books this summer. Just so you know. Here is my list as it stands today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;- Emma&lt;br /&gt;- The Giver&lt;br /&gt;- Jane Eyre*&lt;br /&gt;- Lord of the Flies*&lt;br /&gt;- Screwtape Letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* These are required for English. I really don't mind; I've read Jane Eyre three+ times already but certainly won't mind revisiting. And I've been meaning to read Lord of the Flies for awhile now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I will try to squeeze in the Trilogy again (as I do every summer) and probably pick up some of the random children's books that come and go from the library. This afternoon I started Danny, Champion of the World (Roald Dahl &lt;3) and I'm almost finished. It's no classic, but it's pretty darn funny. Not a bad way to spend the first day of summer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. View the picture full screen. Examine the pages.&lt;br /&gt;teehee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1804742844721055036?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1804742844721055036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1804742844721055036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1804742844721055036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1804742844721055036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-just-because-everythings-changing.html' title='And just because everything&apos;s changing doesn&apos;t mean that it&apos;s never been this way before..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TBgRivPtR9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/BqA0zr5jKSk/s72-c/bookring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8534617571989394019</id><published>2010-06-14T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:45:48.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This above all else, to thine own self be true</title><content type='html'>Today was slightly sad, slightly amusing, slightly creepy and slightly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of AP bio. I'm not going to lie; this was the best class I've ever taken. And I'm sure I could write a book about what happened in that room everyday. 11 of the funniest people you'll ever meet. We had the cadet, the musician, the "scrub," the soccer player, the twisted one, the sweet one, the ditzy one, the quiet one, the enthusiastic one, the... Jack and the me.&lt;br /&gt;We've become such a unit.&lt;br /&gt;And Mac, despite a few quirks (reality TV?), was fabulous. I'll def be visiting her next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played Quelf? That and Spanish in general basically covers the "amusing"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha don't send your children to public school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8534617571989394019?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8534617571989394019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8534617571989394019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8534617571989394019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8534617571989394019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-above-all-else-to-thine-own-self.html' title='This above all else, to thine own self be true'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3856538220744627174</id><published>2010-06-05T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:13:24.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been? I've had plenty of things to keep me occupied, the least important being the discovery of old Emily-poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES Emily has written poems. Check out this gem (a la 2006):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no sunshine without shadow&lt;br /&gt;No reward comes free of sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;No victory without widow&lt;br /&gt;All good things come at a price"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generic? Yes. But delightfully relevant, as I had just spent four hours sweating at RCK. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3856538220744627174?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3856538220744627174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3856538220744627174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3856538220744627174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3856538220744627174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow-and-tomorrow-and-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6275076489572091378</id><published>2010-05-20T19:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:25:39.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo gabba gabba + creature from greek mythology =</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/vancouver/blog/fourth_place_medal/post/London-unveils-creepy-looking-mascots-for-2012-O?urn=oly,242206"&gt;http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/vancouver/blog/fourth_place_medal/post/London-unveils-creepy-looking-mascots-for-2012-O?urn=oly,242206&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6275076489572091378?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6275076489572091378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6275076489572091378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6275076489572091378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6275076489572091378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-gabba-gabba-creature-from-greek.html' title='Yo gabba gabba + creature from greek mythology ='/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8090397222713888593</id><published>2010-05-06T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:17:42.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S-NmTUSlrcI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Nr47KMvhh8I/s1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468326854608137666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S-NmTUSlrcI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Nr47KMvhh8I/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank ye Margaret!! &lt;3 ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Apples, Oranges or Bananas? I eat at least two bananas daily, sooo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: How many siblings do you have? Five. Three brothers and two gorgeous sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Do you live on/in a prairie, woodland, swamp, city or other? I live in a cardboard box. :/ Which is why my internet is slow... please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;Aha, no. I suppose I'd classify this area as a rural suburb. If that makes any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Scissors or glue? Uhhh do you mean to ask whether I prefer to create or destroy? It really depends on my mood.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Describe your dream house. Something with several towers, a moat with swans in it, and a library with a children's section.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Is your room clean? Hmm.. define clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: If you could be a movie character for a day, who would you be? BELLE. Hands down. SHE HAS A PRINCE (who she actually fell in love with, btw. This is why Beauty and the Beast owns all other Disneys) AND A GIGANTIC LIBRARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Italy, Greece, France, Spain or England? Austrailia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: What denomination are you? I'm a Roman Catholic. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Do you sleep with a stuffed toy (BE HONEST!!!!): Noo but I'm fairly sure there's a nest of spiders behind my bed. Idk if that counts. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Gum, chocolate, or jelly beans? Chocolate. Chocolate everything. Did you even ask that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: What is your favorite book? Anything Tolkien, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Favorite ice cream flavor? Coffee. Starbucks Java Chip, if you'd like me to be specific. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: If you had to eat one type of food for two weeks, what would that food be? Chocolate pretzals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: What is your favorite Olympic sport? That. Is. Hard. Probably gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: If you woke up and discovered that you had turned into Miley Cyrus for the day, what would you do (note, I am NOT a fan)? Walk around with a paper bag over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: Describe yourself in three words. (Aww, I hate doing this.) Ummm.&lt;br /&gt;Impatient, lazy, curious. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: What chore do you hate? Dishessss &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: If Elmo came into your room with a gun, what would you do? Tell him to come back when exams are over. I'd love to say I'd fought Elmo in a duel, but now really isn't the time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8090397222713888593?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8090397222713888593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8090397222713888593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8090397222713888593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8090397222713888593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S-NmTUSlrcI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Nr47KMvhh8I/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-4678490526823896062</id><published>2010-04-25T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:44:02.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S9Sou9GHHlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4E9nRiQS-ck/s1600/volcanoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464177772534898258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S9Sou9GHHlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4E9nRiQS-ck/s320/volcanoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES I'm sure you've all seen these on Yahoo. But I just wanted to say that the first thing I thought upon seeing this one was "Mount Doom!!" o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S9Soqqx7DTI/AAAAAAAAAus/IDk8koIlgYI/s1600/volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464177698898906418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S9Soqqx7DTI/AAAAAAAAAus/IDk8koIlgYI/s320/volcano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find this whole volcano disaster somewhat amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So yeah, my flight got cancelled."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How come?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, there was this huge volcanic eruption. And a few dinosaurs. And the Witch King. nbd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-4678490526823896062?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/4678490526823896062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=4678490526823896062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/4678490526823896062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/4678490526823896062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/northern-lights.html' title='Northern lights'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S9Sou9GHHlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4E9nRiQS-ck/s72-c/volcanoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1707264475887763769</id><published>2010-04-24T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:29:18.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tell me and I will forget. Teach me and I will remember. Involve me and I will learn."</title><content type='html'>I love Ben Franklin. And that quote (a tricolon!! yay AP terminology test on monday -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has nothing to do with this post. This is a survey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that my hair: is turning silver...!&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that when I talk: my braces get in the way&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that all I really need: is chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I've lost: my graphing calculator three different times:&lt;br /&gt;1. I left it in English and Mrs. Holbrook found it. What a sweet lady.&lt;br /&gt;2. I left it in Chem (which makes more sense) and freaked out for several days until Mrs. Varian found it in her desk. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;3. I left it on the shelf in the dining room and freaked out for several months. Max found it when he came home for Christmas. He was my hero for several minutes. :p&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I hate it when: Ben draws pictures of my life o.O&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that money: smells lovely&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that when I get old: I will probably have caparal tunnel&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I'll always be: perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I have a crush on: Alexander the Great&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that the last time I cried was: umm&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that my cell phone: 's alarm won't wake me up anymore -.-&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that when I wake up in the morning: I have to crack my elbows&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that before I go to sleep at night I: write&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that my life: is sooo UGH&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that today I will: finish this quiz. It's all I have time for... the day ends in two minutes. (11:58 &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that tonight I will: partyyyyyy just kidding. I'm going to bed in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that tomorrow I will: go to Church, do my homework, study, be studious, hyperventilate, drink coffee, cry, sleep. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I really want to: go to Europe&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that relationships: depend on sooo much&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize love: is merely a madness, and I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as mad men do.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize food is: necessary for survival?&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that summer: is good for swimming and getting burnt&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that my brother(s): are getting taller&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that crying: is refreshing, but dries out my eyes. Except when I'm wearing contacts. Then it just moisturizies them.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that death: is just another path, one that we all must take.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that I'm sick: of you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize when I'm bored: I write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1707264475887763769?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1707264475887763769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1707264475887763769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1707264475887763769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1707264475887763769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/tell-me-and-i-will-forget-teach-me-and.html' title='&quot;Tell me and I will forget. Teach me and I will remember. Involve me and I will learn.&quot;'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6206576694987952777</id><published>2010-04-17T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:23:22.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/2010/04/15/funny-graphs-and-charts-places-walk-into/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129155836750730305.png" alt="funny graphs and charts" title="funny-graphs-and-charts-places-walk-into" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://graphjam.com"&gt;Funny Graphs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6206576694987952777?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6206576694987952777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6206576694987952777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6206576694987952777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6206576694987952777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6483752772947884598</id><published>2010-04-17T00:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:57:49.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6483752772947884598?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6483752772947884598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6483752772947884598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6483752772947884598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6483752772947884598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/shalala.html' title='Shalala'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8014586519351451020</id><published>2010-04-16T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:20:02.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S8jwgZ3HmCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7mUeOHrL-vk/s1600/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460878987675277346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S8jwgZ3HmCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7mUeOHrL-vk/s320/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8768405693669951756-8014586519351451020?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8014586519351451020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8014586519351451020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8014586519351451020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8014586519351451020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S8jwgZ3HmCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7mUeOHrL-vk/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3738535722784617411</id><published>2010-04-14T14:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:50:00.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay and nay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_nebraska_abortion_laws"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_nebraska_abortion_laws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously anything helps, but this is another really cruddy attempt at defining human life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3738535722784617411?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3738535722784617411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3738535722784617411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3738535722784617411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3738535722784617411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/yay-and-nay.html' title='Yay and nay'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5510889484823825439</id><published>2010-04-13T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:39:32.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S8UOvthOmyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/3x_nJmyrRMI/s1600/matsui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459786336092199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S8UOvthOmyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/3x_nJmyrRMI/s320/matsui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8768405693669951756-5510889484823825439?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5510889484823825439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5510889484823825439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5510889484823825439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5510889484823825439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S8UOvthOmyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/3x_nJmyrRMI/s72-c/matsui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7156007062425763127</id><published>2010-04-09T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:12:19.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I say anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QPz7Ss7I/AAAAAAAAAuU/pzd_WX2y4vA/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310243451843506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QPz7Ss7I/AAAAAAAAAuU/pzd_WX2y4vA/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       (See them?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QCdcO2GI/AAAAAAAAAuM/56kyfHxleTo/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310014077687906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QCdcO2GI/AAAAAAAAAuM/56kyfHxleTo/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QBz30e2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/SvxP4q0W4rE/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458310002919111522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QBz30e2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/SvxP4q0W4rE/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458309985202473586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QAx32CnI/AAAAAAAAAt8/y891RZ_lU7g/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458309972954344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QAEPqbJI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TxaxX29HXp8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458309969771079666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_P_4Ytp_I/AAAAAAAAAts/U4gJGZwLyCQ/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&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/8768405693669951756-7156007062425763127?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7156007062425763127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7156007062425763127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7156007062425763127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7156007062425763127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-i-say-anything.html' title='Need I say anything?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S7_QPz7Ss7I/AAAAAAAAAuU/pzd_WX2y4vA/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3235662488106659587</id><published>2010-04-09T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:07:40.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The-Thane-of-Fife-had-a-wife, where-is-she-now? (part 302.4^2)</title><content type='html'>It's an Emily update. You know the drill. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to announce that I have finally decided to major in Biology. I was considering the whole pre-med deal that some schools still offer, but opted out because (despite being fairlyyyy sure) I'm not *positive* I want to be a doctor. Need to keep some windows open. There are sooo many things you can do with a degree in Bio (applying to med school is one of them, if that's what I decide on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as minors go... I'm leaning towards English. Though I'd love to take some psychology too. :/ We shall see how it goes. Next step is finding a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next generation of tadpoles is here. If you were wondering. ^_^ Hopefully the population drops a bit before they mature, considering there's about 349823749 of them per square inch of water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer tomorrow. Yes precious. Spring has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be referring to these next few weeks as the "deep breath before the plunge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my (A)Mayzing *cough* May will consist of three APs and (of courseee) A Winter's Tale. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is colorful. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3235662488106659587?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3235662488106659587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3235662488106659587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3235662488106659587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3235662488106659587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/thane-of-fife-had-wife-where-is-she-now.html' title='The-Thane-of-Fife-had-a-wife, where-is-she-now? (part 302.4^2)'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5226766249691945198</id><published>2010-04-01T00:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:11:59.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I posted this yet?</title><content type='html'>WHO IS YOUR ROLE MODEL???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it without looking at the answers......just takes a&lt;br /&gt;minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look down until you do it, you'll&lt;br /&gt;love it I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pick your favorite number between 1-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Multiply by 3 then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3 (I'll wait while&lt;br /&gt;you get the calculator....haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Add the digits together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Scroll down ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that number see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rosa Parks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thomas Edison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Emily Kibrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Barack Obama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5226766249691945198?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5226766249691945198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5226766249691945198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5226766249691945198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5226766249691945198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-i-posted-this-yet.html' title='Have I posted this yet?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7038977560406244144</id><published>2010-03-27T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:02:19.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/njHE4S-HD3I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/njHE4S-HD3I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/8768405693669951756-7038977560406244144?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7038977560406244144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7038977560406244144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7038977560406244144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7038977560406244144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3532104813336213339</id><published>2010-03-23T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:28:16.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/index.html"&gt;http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3532104813336213339?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3532104813336213339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3532104813336213339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3532104813336213339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3532104813336213339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-my-sight-thou-dost-infect-my.html' title='Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-5847480266511262767</id><published>2010-03-22T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:41:08.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Chocolate</title><content type='html'>This is a book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;em&gt;The Book Thief; &lt;/em&gt;a piece of literature held dear by JJ readers and non readers alike. Most read it in 9th grade (while I was in Lourdes) and I've had it recommended to me by such a wide variety of people that I couldn't help but wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I took it out a few weeks ago. Stillll not completely done with it (I really don't have a whole lot of time for fun reading) but I'm in love. It's no *classic,* mind you, but still very deep. Instead of building articulate, beautiful, flawless sentences, paragraphs and dialogues, the author (Zusak, an Austrailian German fellow) plays with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story takes place in Nazi Germany and is told by Death. He's quite a character. Blunt, curious and somewhat sympathetic, he takes an interest in a little foster child named Liesel Meminger (or, as he affectionately calls her, The Book Thief). As Hitler's influence grows and the war begins, Liesel slowly loses everything she loves. After Hans Hubermann, her foster father (an absolutely amazinggg person), teaches her to read, she begins reading, learning and stealing, almost obsessively, as a source of comfort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of like a drug. If you think of it that way.     &lt;/p&gt;The message I'm getting from &lt;em&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/em&gt; is this: words are powerful.&lt;br /&gt;The words of the &lt;em&gt;Fuhrer &lt;/em&gt;destroyed everything she had. Words from her books kept her alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a fascinating concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating concept + excellent characters + unique formatting = WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it comes down to. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-5847480266511262767?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/5847480266511262767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=5847480266511262767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5847480266511262767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/5847480266511262767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-and-chocolate.html' title='Death and Chocolate'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1489138327068130478</id><published>2010-03-07T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:52:11.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was looking up SS documents...</title><content type='html'>when I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thought to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Prayer is 66 words in length.The Gettysburg Address is 286 words in length. The Declaration of Independence is 1,322 words in length. Government regulations for the sale of cabbage total 26,911 words in length."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garyrutledge.com/AmFedGov/GovtHome.htm"&gt;http://www.garyrutledge.com/AmFedGov/GovtHome.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1489138327068130478?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1489138327068130478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1489138327068130478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1489138327068130478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1489138327068130478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-was-looking-up-ss-documents.html' title='So I was looking up SS documents...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2468458659670103899</id><published>2010-02-24T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:22:28.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2007/12/fryopolis.html"&gt;Hahaha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking through old posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I had time to write stuff like that. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found an article about a japanese samauri cat, a story about the murder of numbers, an outline of my life, and... an obituary. That I wrote for myself. o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2468458659670103899?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2468458659670103899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2468458659670103899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2468458659670103899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2468458659670103899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-word.html' title='Oh word'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1315044218109149743</id><published>2010-02-16T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:43:36.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Council of Kibricks..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S3sffTx2mYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eG5dffe5Ztg/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438975597725784450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S3sffTx2mYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eG5dffe5Ztg/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1315044218109149743?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1315044218109149743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1315044218109149743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1315044218109149743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1315044218109149743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/council-of-kibricks.html' title='Council of Kibricks..?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S3sffTx2mYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eG5dffe5Ztg/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8356174205108439945</id><published>2010-02-14T16:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:10:49.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A woman's imagination is very rapid..</title><content type='html'>It jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mr. Darcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pride And Prejudice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8356174205108439945?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8356174205108439945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8356174205108439945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8356174205108439945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8356174205108439945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/womans-imagination-is-very-rapid.html' title='&quot;A woman&apos;s imagination is very rapid..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2021728678345702735</id><published>2010-02-12T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:37:32.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never heard it put this way...</title><content type='html'>"Our duties towards the environment are linked to our duties towards the human person, considered in himself and in relation to others. It would be wrong to uphold one set of duties while trampling on the other. Herein lies a grave contradiction in our mentality and practice today: one which demeans the person, disrupts the environment and damages society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Benedict XVI (&lt;em&gt;Caritas in Veritate*&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Truth in Love" the encyclical released over the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2021728678345702735?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2021728678345702735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2021728678345702735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2021728678345702735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2021728678345702735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-never-heard-it-put-this-way.html' title='I&apos;ve never heard it put this way...'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7675819364584476580</id><published>2010-02-08T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:16:31.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about anti-climatic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BIOTItUwvk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BIOTItUwvk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&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;&lt;br /&gt;Really man?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That.. did nothing for me. Because it said nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was hoping for an actual statement of some sort, not "OmgIlovemyTimmy" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH FINE. It was cute (as is "Timmy" *cough*) but I was excited for something worthy of all the hype. This didn't mention (or even allude to) abortion or the pro-life movement at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does this mean it was totally ineffective? Nope. Our pro-choicers managed to make themselves look more idiotic than they normally do. Need a laugh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I am blown away at the celebration of the violence against women in it" - Terry O'Neill (president of NOW)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahaha get it? Took me a minute or two too... until I remembered Mrs. Tebow just got tackled. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desperate much? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7675819364584476580?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7675819364584476580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7675819364584476580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7675819364584476580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7675819364584476580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/talk-about-anti-climatic.html' title='Talk about anti-climatic..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-4808691468252259779</id><published>2010-02-07T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:28:55.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let your schooling interfere with your education"</title><content type='html'>~ Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I miss being educated. The problem is, school is time and energy consuming. I always find myself saying "OH I really want to read that.. I will when this break comes or summer comes or or etc etc etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh. Here are the books I've set my sights upon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice- Read it in 8th grade and didn't enjoy it so much for whatever reason. However, viewing the movie a few days ago has reawakened my interest. :p&lt;br /&gt;Sooo it's time for another go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Count of Monte Cristo- Simply because it's on my shelf and I haven't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Crime and Punishment- Same reason as above. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Animal Farm- I read in 9th grade after I found it in Max's room (I was looking for Farenheit 451...). I want to pick it up again because I think now I'd be more capable of seeing more of the political parallels than I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Princess in the Goblin- Again... I've read this. :p Long long ago at the peak of my interest for such things. It's a classic worth re-visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-4808691468252259779?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/4808691468252259779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=4808691468252259779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/4808691468252259779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/4808691468252259779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-let-your-schooling-interfere-with.html' title='Never let your schooling interfere with your education&quot;'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2680185124213118312</id><published>2010-02-04T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:58:56.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUN DUN DUNNN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="322" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=17975045&amp;amp;vid=6911326&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/13303/101675492.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=17975045&amp;vid=6911326&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/13303/101675492.jpeg&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/6911326/17975045"&gt;Carly for California released FCINO&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally made my day. Just sayin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you imagine seeing this on TV??? xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2680185124213118312?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2680185124213118312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2680185124213118312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2680185124213118312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2680185124213118312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/dun-dun-dunnn.html' title='DUN DUN DUNNN'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6580973084151948991</id><published>2010-02-01T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:46:47.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*splat*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S2c6xmd9i0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/6Fy3P9zI_Yw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433376099260009282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S2c6xmd9i0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/6Fy3P9zI_Yw/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Yes my friends. Those are ruptured HeLa cells. Exciting aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd share after finding &lt;a href="http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/Henrietta-Lacks-Immortal-Cells.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on Yahoo's homepage. Because I know several of you are Yahoo-ers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I found the article quite fascinating because we just finished working with HeLa cells in bio (YES the ones above are mine). During class we talked about about cervical cancer, the influence of the continued culture, etc, etc. But we never really learned about who Henrietta Lackey actually was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   The question is: does she live on? I would argue no. Yes, her cancer cells are technically still alive because they are still dividing (EXCEPT the ones they send out to schools and such. These are "frozen" sooo no worries. I will not be developing cervical cancer :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Henrietta herself, the poor dear, is dead and gone. She is not among us as a person, so to tell her children that their mother was still alive was (I think) a stretch. Especially considering they had no idea what a cancer cell really was. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Go read the article if you haven't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6580973084151948991?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6580973084151948991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6580973084151948991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6580973084151948991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6580973084151948991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/02/splat.html' title='*splat*'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S2c6xmd9i0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/6Fy3P9zI_Yw/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-8615216318795758544</id><published>2010-01-30T16:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:38:56.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this on the school room wall..</title><content type='html'>Dear God&lt;br /&gt;Hi and if you would send me a letter back that would be cool although it might scare me but please try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I picked up the Children of Hurin again last night. It kept me up wayyy past me bedtime (hehe) and is now distracting me from my DNA sequencing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurin ftw. Srsly. The guy is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-8615216318795758544?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/8615216318795758544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=8615216318795758544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8615216318795758544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/8615216318795758544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/found-this-on-school-room-wall.html' title='Found this on the school room wall..'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-1236088959272346382</id><published>2010-01-29T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:47:55.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bornofhope.com/Watch.html"&gt;http://www.bornofhope.com/Watch.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it as much as the Hunt for Gollum... because it's incredibly silly. They basically took a few names from the ROTK Appendices and put them into a cute little love story. But if you take it for that... then it's fine. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arathorn does a good job. Hahaha I loved the awkward little scene where he's talking to Gilraen's father, who was funny with the whole grrr-I'm-the-protective-daddy thing. ;) But Gilraen herself was pretty near awful. She came off as being so fake and stuck up that I wished that the ranger girl ended up with Arathorn instead... (YES THERE IS A LOVE TRIANGLE o.O) Ranger girl is a good actress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics were amazinggggg for non profit. SO if you watch it just for the troll, you won't be unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-1236088959272346382?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/1236088959272346382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=1236088959272346382' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1236088959272346382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/1236088959272346382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-this.html' title='Remember this?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7149455423658319112</id><published>2010-01-25T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:06:22.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>say WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/movies/tobey-maguire-bags-bilbo-role-in-the-hobbit/story-e6frfmvr-1225821055820"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/entertainment/movies/tobey-maguire-bags-bilbo-role-in-the-hobbit/story-e6frfmvr-1225821055820&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7149455423658319112?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7149455423658319112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7149455423658319112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7149455423658319112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7149455423658319112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-what.html' title='say WHAT?'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-3593136493646803745</id><published>2010-01-24T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:34:49.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS my bad. 300,000+</title><content type='html'>Still no biggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March for Life 2010 was quite an experience. Again I found it insane at how many and how many kinds of people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from all over the country... and world? There was a lady wrapped in Austrailian flag (odd yes, but hey, it was cold..). As we walked by I heard her speak and was thrilled. :) I enjoy Aussie accents...&lt;br /&gt;Jenny got a picture of her for our quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'll explain later along with more march details... because I don't feel like it now. Just thought I'd touch base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-3593136493646803745?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/3593136493646803745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=3593136493646803745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3593136493646803745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/3593136493646803745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/oops-my-bad-300000.html' title='OOPS my bad. 300,000+'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6267258833233275015</id><published>2010-01-15T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:01:45.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, sometimes school is amusing</title><content type='html'>Twas between fifth and sixth period. We were chatting/ working on an electrophoresis lab. Teacher had left room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enter freshman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack (my lab partner): WHAT'S UP WITH THIS BOY WHERE'S YOUR HAT??? HOW DARE YOU ENTER THIS ROOM WITHOUT YOUR HAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;child: I.. I.. I don't know sir!!! I'm so sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: GO FIND IT NOW SOLDIER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;child: *bows* and runs out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: Jack, did you know that kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6267258833233275015?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6267258833233275015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6267258833233275015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6267258833233275015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6267258833233275015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-sometimes-school-is-amsuing.html' title='So, sometimes school is amusing'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-2596119650425317298</id><published>2010-01-13T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:41:15.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeahhhh 100,000+ peoples. nbd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S052Cu9MW5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/mFYuwqvVewA/s1600-h/march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426404390364535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S052Cu9MW5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/mFYuwqvVewA/s320/march.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ That's actually the March for Life. 2004 I believe? But the numbers get bigger every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't it make you sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-2596119650425317298?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/2596119650425317298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=2596119650425317298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2596119650425317298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/2596119650425317298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeahhhh-100000-peoples-nbd.html' title='yeahhhh 100,000+ peoples. nbd'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/S052Cu9MW5I/AAAAAAAAAs4/mFYuwqvVewA/s72-c/march.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-7550014955436380555</id><published>2010-01-06T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:03:28.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I so want to do this</title><content type='html'>Gahhh the video won't embed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnY59mDJ1gg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnY59mDJ1gg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it now and be happy. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-7550014955436380555?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/7550014955436380555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=7550014955436380555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7550014955436380555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/7550014955436380555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-so-want-to-do-this.html' title='I so want to do this'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8768405693669951756.post-6205571014798050489</id><published>2010-01-05T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:55:59.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww</title><content type='html'>As I was leaving one of the bathrooms in school I saw a sticky note on the door. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry!!! You are BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Now go have a lovely day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It did make my day. And it probably made a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how something so simple and sweet can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8768405693669951756-6205571014798050489?l=calenielessilie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/feeds/6205571014798050489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8768405693669951756&amp;postID=6205571014798050489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6205571014798050489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8768405693669951756/posts/default/6205571014798050489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calenielessilie.blogspot.com/2010/01/aww.html' title='Aww'/><author><name>Emily of the North</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6EXC1dpFtMU/TODG47g7xXI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bcF9reJEr1w/S220/DSCN0369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
