<?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-4400548556686700161</id><updated>2011-12-31T12:55:15.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Glistens Is Not Gold...</title><subtitle type='html'>my story, as i see it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3705119033298833164</id><published>2011-12-31T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:55:15.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's that time of year again, time to reflect on 2011 and decide how to begin 2012. How you live your life IS up to you after all. However, I woke up this morning after having a sequence of the most bizarre and horrendous dreams I've had in a while. They were so bad and involve so many people that i can't even put them on this blog in case somebody reads it haha. BUT, after about ten minutes of absolute panic and thoughts of WHAT-DOES-THIS-MEAN??? I've decided to just &lt;i&gt;let it go&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, it's not like they mean anything...obviously I'm just panicking subconsciously about whatever is going on in my life (as per usual). It could also just be a way for my body to remember everything that happened this past year that was not exactly good, and then get over it before the new year starts, right!? DUH. Soooooo, I have been thinking a lot about my resolutions and here is what I have come up with so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Be more patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Keep up with my yoga/work-out schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Become financially independent (mostly...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Backpack through Europe this summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Be a better daughter, sister, friend etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Drink more water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Get a job (see # 3 lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Eat healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10. Let go of everything that is holding me back in any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope everyone has a great NYE and an amazing start to 2012. Remember, it is what you make it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3705119033298833164?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3705119033298833164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3705119033298833164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3705119033298833164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolutions-2012.html' title='New Years Resolutions 2012'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-22576024780303384</id><published>2011-08-21T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T14:25:18.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Fashion Icons (Right Now)</title><content type='html'>1. Daphne Groeneveld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqqBb2vr2jc/TlFMU8FfjVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KuPZdLt4jUs/s1600/tumblr_lq7pe5A1Pr1r1hl3yo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqqBb2vr2jc/TlFMU8FfjVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KuPZdLt4jUs/s320/tumblr_lq7pe5A1Pr1r1hl3yo1_400.png" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Emily Didonato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAxLs3Bue1c/TlFMg66Xa2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/y9uaN8VsbB8/s1600/tumblr_lp19lmse1o1qczlw6o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAxLs3Bue1c/TlFMg66Xa2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/y9uaN8VsbB8/s320/tumblr_lp19lmse1o1qczlw6o1_400.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Abbey Lee Kershaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrNC5e45Yzo/TlFMsxzI2_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VB9jzVWca6o/s1600/tumblr_lpbvv1kIXq1qevoc7o1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrNC5e45Yzo/TlFMsxzI2_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VB9jzVWca6o/s1600/tumblr_lpbvv1kIXq1qevoc7o1_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Anja Konstantinova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sY1lOsSMcg4/TlFNDpLISmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/c3Jf9b8tOqc/s1600/tumblr_lpdn7ldw101qlvj33o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sY1lOsSMcg4/TlFNDpLISmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/c3Jf9b8tOqc/s320/tumblr_lpdn7ldw101qlvj33o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Clemence Poesy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFXR874XtCM/TlFNPvcF9QI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u3WMEzs7qVw/s1600/images-4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFXR874XtCM/TlFNPvcF9QI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u3WMEzs7qVw/s1600/images-4.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Alexa Chung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Jypr0uZGYU/TlFNXBERPBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/eeprDo_BIf8/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Jypr0uZGYU/TlFNXBERPBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/eeprDo_BIf8/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4400548556686700161-22576024780303384?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/22576024780303384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/08/favorite-fashion-icons-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/22576024780303384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/22576024780303384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/08/favorite-fashion-icons-right-now.html' title='Favorite Fashion Icons (Right Now)'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MqqBb2vr2jc/TlFMU8FfjVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/KuPZdLt4jUs/s72-c/tumblr_lq7pe5A1Pr1r1hl3yo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1249336203305041329</id><published>2011-07-29T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:34:32.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the plunge</title><content type='html'>Most people probably refer to the "plunge" when talking about relationships or marriage or kids. But I, of course, am referring to my hair. I've decided that while it is this short I'm going to do whatever crazy shenanigans I want to with it. Besides, it's only a buildup of dead cells. Anyways, here is my inspiration of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ei_IhRUx1E/TjNfM-jc75I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/W1DT6OKQMuc/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ei_IhRUx1E/TjNfM-jc75I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/W1DT6OKQMuc/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of my favorite models right now, Britt Maren. I love how alien and ethereal this look is and it's definitely something different to try out. And at least it would be easy to dye this color back. I guess. We shall seeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1249336203305041329?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1249336203305041329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-plunge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1249336203305041329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1249336203305041329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/07/taking-plunge.html' title='taking the plunge'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ei_IhRUx1E/TjNfM-jc75I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/W1DT6OKQMuc/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3362168367270018463</id><published>2011-07-24T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:54:00.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like to read:</title><content type='html'>If you are like me at all, you are always in the middle of reading about 5 books. However, it has come to my attention over the years that many people only read for fun in the summer (weird hunh?) Anyways, recently I finished several really good reads and thought I would share them with you in case anyone is looking for a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Sookie Stackhouse series: yes, this is the series that inspired True Blood. And yes, it is gory, hilarious, and borderline pornographic. Who wouldn't want to read that on the beach? (and it's like 12 books long...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Help: this book was completely inspiring, I read it in one day and basically cried the whole way through it. Also, if you are a stickler for reading books before the seeing movies, you have a couple of weeks left before this movie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Something Borrowed: Definitely a chick book. And not exactly the kind of book I normally read but it was funny and kept me entertained for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steig Larsson's Millenium Trilogy: I read these books this past year and they are RIDICULOUS (in the best way possible). I honestly can't think of a person who wouldn't enjoy them. READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am currently studying for the GRE, I am not reading anything exciting right now. BUT, i promised myself I would read the Hunger Games afterwards, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3362168367270018463?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3362168367270018463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-like-to-read.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3362168367270018463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3362168367270018463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-like-to-read.html' title='If you like to read:'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6597159755240382546</id><published>2011-07-16T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T14:39:53.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm melting...</title><content type='html'>It is the middle of July, and all I can think about is how ready I am for fall. I feel like "summer" was in Carriacou, and now that I'm back I would like for it to not be summer anymore thank you very much. I don't know why I'm so excited for fall though, especially since this is the first time I won't be going back to school in 16 years, and everything will technically be exactly the same. However, it's hard to deny that all of the best things happen in the fall! Halloween, camping, cute clothes, bonfires, hot chocolate, pretty leaves, not sweating your butt off every time you go outside...you know, the list goes on. But I guess while it is still summer, I can get my humongous to-do list done which includes: cleaning out my car, cleaning my entire house (i skipped spring cleaning apparently), take the GRE, finish my applications to graduate school, and getting my job in order for this next year. Fun fun fun. Good thing time flies when you're busy blaahhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6597159755240382546?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6597159755240382546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-melting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6597159755240382546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6597159755240382546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-melting.html' title='i&apos;m melting...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4627579912216208038</id><published>2011-04-29T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:04:26.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so long wolfpack...</title><content type='html'>I haven't really written anything in a while, and I think it's because things have been so insane recently, and by recently I mean the last 6 months. However, 'things' are about to change. Drastically. In approximately two weeks I will graduate from NCSU. Ten days after that, I leave for a month to do a dig down in the Grenadine Islands. Then it's back up to North Carolina to prepare for the GRE and graduate school programs.&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinking about everything the other day and I realized that it's ridiculous to feel like we have to decide the fate of the rest of our lives in the next couple of months. Sure, these next few months can make or break our futures, and there are basically no jobs to be had, and it's getting harder and harder to get into grad programs, but honestly what's the rush?&lt;br /&gt;HAH! Anyone who knows me, saw right through that and knows that I am running around like my head is on fire. This is it people. It doesn't matter what anyone says about 'taking time to find yourself' or 'taking a few years off to take a break'. I am going to tell it how it is, and how it is, is like this: every second counts. If you want to take some time off from school go right ahead but spend it doing something that will make a difference and help you out in the long run. There is nothing wrong with spending a year or two in the real world before going back to school, but don't just waste this time doing nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everyone is entirely free to do as they please (obviously) but I have absolutely no intention of wasting my next year 'off' from school. In fact, things are looking very interesting for the future right now, but it's too early to risk jinxing anything. The important thing to remember is this is the time in our lives where we can completely take charge of our futures and mold them into anything we want. Don't let other peoples opinions of what you can or can't do change your plans or opinions about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, what's the worst thing that can happen? Sure you might completely screw up a few things or not get the job you wanted, but how dumb would you feel if you didn't even try? Pretty dumb. I think it's time we all sat down and thought long and hard about what we think will make us the happiest and then just go for it and fuck the rest! Because nobody wants to look back and regret not trying something because of something ridiculous like fear or embarrassment or doubt.&lt;br /&gt;So. I propose that we do quarter year resolutions. Especially if you are like me and have completely ruined all fifty of your New Years Resolutions already...&lt;br /&gt;I've come up with a few in my head, but I don't think i'm quite ready to share them yet because the details aren't quite figured out . But the second I get them together, you will be the first to know. Now get crackin on that soul searching and JUST DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4627579912216208038?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4627579912216208038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-long-wolfpack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4627579912216208038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4627579912216208038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-long-wolfpack.html' title='so long wolfpack...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7955125562855978265</id><published>2011-03-31T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:21:43.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J-Lo(ve) aka The Most Fabulous Woman Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZXXhuXTx1o/TZU2rf-l5oI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SfhAbxuhtEM/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZXXhuXTx1o/TZU2rf-l5oI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SfhAbxuhtEM/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7955125562855978265?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7955125562855978265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/03/j-love-aka-most-fabulous-woman-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7955125562855978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7955125562855978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/03/j-love-aka-most-fabulous-woman-alive.html' title='J-Lo(ve) aka The Most Fabulous Woman Alive'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZXXhuXTx1o/TZU2rf-l5oI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SfhAbxuhtEM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4147889029586119396</id><published>2011-02-15T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:19:46.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That awkward moment when some girl you don't even know gives you a snarky look and you're all like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="image" class="inline_image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgnwedYue71qb97oo.gif" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4147889029586119396?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4147889029586119396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-awkward-moment-when-some-girl-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4147889029586119396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4147889029586119396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-awkward-moment-when-some-girl-you.html' title='That awkward moment when some girl you don&apos;t even know gives you a snarky look and you&apos;re all like...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-412336995047250436</id><published>2011-02-10T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:22:19.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Valentines Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be celebrating you with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5K04padRxt0/TVS5J-IdB7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ROq7v8zuB2M/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5K04padRxt0/TVS5J-IdB7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ROq7v8zuB2M/s1600/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_HbMFy_4wE/TVS5RWwTP0I/AAAAAAAAAek/2yfdEGlXDsQ/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_HbMFy_4wE/TVS5RWwTP0I/AAAAAAAAAek/2yfdEGlXDsQ/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBxQm1X3NFQ/TVS5asBC5zI/AAAAAAAAAeo/6Q1d9Gn2u-s/s1600/161235_562020318_5529868_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBxQm1X3NFQ/TVS5asBC5zI/AAAAAAAAAeo/6Q1d9Gn2u-s/s1600/161235_562020318_5529868_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-412336995047250436?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/412336995047250436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/412336995047250436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/412336995047250436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-valentines-day.html' title='Dear Valentines Day...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5K04padRxt0/TVS5J-IdB7I/AAAAAAAAAeg/ROq7v8zuB2M/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2808152126037466587</id><published>2011-02-08T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:19:15.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age Old Question (kind of...)</title><content type='html'>Okay ladies, this post is for every girl who has ever had to make the decision between right and wrong, head and heart, heels or flats (well not the last one so much). What I'm talking about is choosing between the nice guy or the bad boy. This is such a predictable and annoying problem, but it is definitely still an issue. I know guys always feel like the nice guy finishes last, but the older I get, the more inclined I feel to choose the guy who is going to be there through thick and thin. A bad boy can be fun, exciting and lets face it, downright hot. But they are also lazy, cocky, rude and they don't put any effort into being with you. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm just crazy, but when I look at it rationally, the bad boy is starting to look like a complete asshole/waste of time. Sure the good guy may not have that bad boy allure, but chances are they are really great and exciting in their own way, they just don't always get a chance to show you.&lt;br /&gt;So. The point of this post is kind of a social experiment. For the first time in my life, I am going to ignore the bad boy and go with the good guy. I urge all women in this position to do the same. Worst case scenario? We teach those jerk-off bad boys to be a little more humble, and try a little harder! Who knows, this could be the best thing you've ever done for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TVF63WSEm6I/AAAAAAAAAec/WN1m3_1rrtU/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TVF63WSEm6I/AAAAAAAAAec/WN1m3_1rrtU/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2808152126037466587?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2808152126037466587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/age-old-question-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2808152126037466587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2808152126037466587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/age-old-question-kind-of.html' title='The Age Old Question (kind of...)'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TVF63WSEm6I/AAAAAAAAAec/WN1m3_1rrtU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2063410302505403652</id><published>2011-02-03T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:23:52.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thought for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUrt5fX8gDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XavxK4OJP4U/s1600/tumblr_lffy20da6O1qd60sao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUrt5fX8gDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XavxK4OJP4U/s320/tumblr_lffy20da6O1qd60sao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;courtesy of&amp;nbsp;http://xareenanana.tumblr.com/post/3087174242&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2063410302505403652?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2063410302505403652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-for-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2063410302505403652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2063410302505403652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-for-day.html' title='thought for the day:'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUrt5fX8gDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XavxK4OJP4U/s72-c/tumblr_lffy20da6O1qd60sao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6265627989208109581</id><published>2011-02-02T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:54:42.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would just like to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUn8pkca__I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cU_s0jjpgdk/s1600/tumblr_lcdfhjDiOe1qequo9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUn8pkca__I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cU_s0jjpgdk/s320/tumblr_lcdfhjDiOe1qequo9o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So if you are at the gym: wear deodorant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kthanksbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6265627989208109581?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6265627989208109581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-would-just-like-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6265627989208109581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6265627989208109581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-would-just-like-to-say.html' title='I would just like to say...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUn8pkca__I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cU_s0jjpgdk/s72-c/tumblr_lcdfhjDiOe1qequo9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-738246134278088334</id><published>2011-02-01T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:17:11.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahaaa Best. Sign. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUiiNiCNWlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dJ39msgxzig/s1600/tumblr_lfym5dvRsm1qzao4jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUiiNiCNWlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dJ39msgxzig/s320/tumblr_lfym5dvRsm1qzao4jo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-738246134278088334?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/738246134278088334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/738246134278088334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/738246134278088334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/02/true.html' title='Hahahaaa Best. Sign. Ever.'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUiiNiCNWlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/dJ39msgxzig/s72-c/tumblr_lfym5dvRsm1qzao4jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7990232642269914122</id><published>2011-01-31T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:17:30.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to do this to my entire body...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUdtLifa1nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zt3AbOQfG8w/s1600/tumblr_lfo7ejaEn51qedma2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUdtLifa1nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zt3AbOQfG8w/s320/tumblr_lfo7ejaEn51qedma2o1_400.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7990232642269914122?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7990232642269914122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-do-this-to-my-entire-body.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7990232642269914122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7990232642269914122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-do-this-to-my-entire-body.html' title='i want to do this to my entire body...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUdtLifa1nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zt3AbOQfG8w/s72-c/tumblr_lfo7ejaEn51qedma2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5628380846096983839</id><published>2011-01-30T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:53:43.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Single Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUWzrJyKSII/AAAAAAAAAdk/12GrMRUtZF8/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUWzrJyKSII/AAAAAAAAAdk/12GrMRUtZF8/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Soooo, I have been readily embracing my new and improved single life recently and I have come to several conclusions:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. I am awkward as SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. I do not have "game" (thank you Emma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Very few guys appreciate the funny girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, I have also realized that girls who pretend to be normal and then let their true colors shine through later are pussies. Maybe I'm just out of practice, but i do not see the point in pretending to be someone that you aren't...not to mention I don't think I am capable of faking my personality like that hence conclusion #1 above.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On a completely separate note, the backpacking trip through Europe has been postponed until next summer due to unforeseen circumstances aka I will be attending a field school in the Caribbean instead what what. So basically I get to play with bones and get tan! Those are my two favorite things! I am very excited because this will help me get into a graduate/PhD program next year so I should be right on track for getting my doctorate by the time I'm 30 woooooo life goals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, I have finalized my spring break plans and I will be going with a group of people down to Key West for the week. It should be a pretty good time since we plan on doing one of 3 things the entire time; tanning, drinking, dancing or any combination of those three. I am very excited and I am sure that ridiculous pictures will ensue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5628380846096983839?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5628380846096983839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/single-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5628380846096983839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5628380846096983839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/single-life.html' title='The Single Life'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TUWzrJyKSII/AAAAAAAAAdk/12GrMRUtZF8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1185753769501672161</id><published>2011-01-18T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:28:52.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicki Minaj Tribute</title><content type='html'>Loooooove Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiFn4G6SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/STMvkmCj_0k/s1600/tumblr_lb2a4tttBI1qdfrsho1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiFn4G6SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/STMvkmCj_0k/s320/tumblr_lb2a4tttBI1qdfrsho1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiGlcyVTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1jnUp62uYew/s1600/tumblr_ldsxyu1A3B1qdalwjo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiGlcyVTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1jnUp62uYew/s320/tumblr_ldsxyu1A3B1qdalwjo1_500.gif" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiInwjDVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xi6BA6W5fJo/s1600/tumblr_lempr5lkaW1qf0vffo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiInwjDVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/xi6BA6W5fJo/s320/tumblr_lempr5lkaW1qf0vffo1_500.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1185753769501672161?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1185753769501672161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/nicki-minaj-tribute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1185753769501672161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1185753769501672161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/nicki-minaj-tribute.html' title='Nicki Minaj Tribute'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TTYiFn4G6SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/STMvkmCj_0k/s72-c/tumblr_lb2a4tttBI1qdfrsho1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8072149836505744504</id><published>2011-01-06T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:15:56.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Number 7</title><content type='html'>The other day I was babysitting with my good friend Emma, when we decided to calculate our destiny numbers. To do this, you simply have to add up your birthday until you are left with one number between 1 and 9. Each of these numbers embody certain traits and characteristics that are similar to astrological signs. For example, my birthday is 02/05/1989, so I added up 2+5+1+9+8+9 = 34 and 3+4 = 7. Here is what it mean to have a 7 destiny number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Positive traits of the seven personal destiny number are that they are intellectual, philosophical, imaginative, solitary, and psychically gifted. They are attracted to the ocean's vibration and it's green/blue colors, and they like to be near water. Seven people are very private, but they are not necessarily unapproachable. They are attracted to all things mystical and mythical. This is a very intense personality, constantly searching for the meaning of life and the hereafter. They are intensely sensitive to vibration, which is why they must have a tranquil environment in which to live and work; they are in tune with nature and abhor limitations. They are very psychic beings, and the solitude they seek intensifies this ability. Sevens love to explore the religious and spiritual beliefs of foreign cultures, and making a pilgrimage to remote parts of the world is not an uncommon practice with them. Having gathered this knowledge, they prefer to lock their souls away in a quest for privacy and reflection. Career path that involve a degree of contemplation would suit most seven people. They are often found in scientific research, libraries, and bookstores; they also make good writers and music composers. Negative traits of this number are impracticality, secretiveness, unapproachability, moodiness and laziness. Also, seven people can be very unrealistic. They live in a world of their own and must be careful not to cut themselves off from the rest of society too often. Children with this destiny number should be encouraged to share their gifts with the rest of the world. Seven people may suffer from nervous disorders and often have problems with their "waterworks".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel very strongly that personal destiny numbers are credible and can provide a lot of insight into ones personality and way to improve yourself. If anyone else wants to know what their destiny number means, feel free to ask and i will type it up here for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8072149836505744504?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8072149836505744504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/destiny-number-7.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8072149836505744504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8072149836505744504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/destiny-number-7.html' title='Destiny Number 7'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4354613649427146947</id><published>2011-01-03T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:46:23.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I have finally come up with some resolutions for 2011. I haven't finished the list yet but this is what i have so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Write something everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Backpack through Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Get into graduate school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Get all A's my last semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Be more patient&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Go to the gym 5 days a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Move to New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Start taking dance classes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Volunteer at the animal shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10. Live each day to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of these resolutions are a little bit nerdy, but let's be real, I'm a little bit nerdy so it's whatever. Anyways, there are so many things I want to do this year, especially because it is such a transitional year. I am going to graduate college this spring and HOPEFULLY move away from d-town to go to graduate school in NY. It's also finally the year of the big backpacking trip, which is going to be ah-mazing! All in all, I am so excited and nervous about all of the wonderful opportunities and changes that this year is going to bring. Unless of course I fail out of college and don't get into any grad programs BUT we're not going to think about that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to try to be a better person in general this year, a better sister, a better daughter, a better friend, just a better human. I also want to keep up with my yoga and meditation routine because i feel like it has really helped me to ground myself this year. It would also be nice to stick with my vegan diet, although I'm starting to feel like I may finally have enough information to make the switch to vegetarianism and still feel good about where my food is coming from (aka not from disgusting violent factory farms).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We'll see if I can come up with any others over the next few days =) Feel free to share your resolutions if you have any good ideas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;✌♥☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4354613649427146947?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4354613649427146947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4354613649427146947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4354613649427146947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions-2011.html' title='New Years Resolutions 2011'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7258625770828260431</id><published>2011-01-01T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:15:23.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve Fiasco (again)</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I have come to have very low expectations for New Years Eve. I used to think along the lines of i-wanna-party-so-hard-right-now-because-this-year-is-over-thank-you-little-baby-jesus, but now I almost feel like it would have been a good idea to spend the evening in personal reflection about what happened this past year and what I can do to make next year even better. Wow, that made me sound so old and boring. I guess there just usually isn't anything too exciting going on in Durham on New Years so I felt a little biased =) Not to mention we celebrated new years the night before too because my friend had to work last night. That, might I add, was a bad choice. And as if the night before New Years wasn't a big enough shit show, last night my younger sister and her friends got jumped by two drunk thugs at a party and I had to spend my night sitting with them waiting for the police to come. WOOOOO BRING IT ON 2011!!! I don't really care though. I've decided that New Years Eve is like a wedding. The worse the actual day is, the better the rest of the year will be. I think that sounds pretty legit. This also means that I am about to have the best fucking year of my LIFE! Awesome. Right now I am going to sit down and come up with my New Years resolutions but I will post them up as soon as I figure out which impossible standards to set for myself this year =) Hope everyone had an amazing night, and is ready to start another really great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7258625770828260431?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7258625770828260431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-fiasco-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7258625770828260431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7258625770828260431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-fiasco-again.html' title='New Years Eve Fiasco (again)'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1482888598458879987</id><published>2010-12-24T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:56:20.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is christmas eve, and I can't believe how quickly this year has gone. I mean, I quite literally cannot remember what happened this year because it went so fast. I'm sure that lots of fun, amazing and ridiculous things DID happen but I am pretty darn excited to say goodbye to 2010. This year has been a complete whirlwind and the prospect of starting over in 2011 has never looked more appealing. This really will be a year of change especially since, graduation is this spring, and so is my European backpacking adventure hollaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But, before I get too far ahead of myself, it seems only appropriate to remember some of the good things from this past year. First of all, I am so thankful that my family has been so healthy and fortunate this year. It's been a really tough year for everyone and we have been very lucky. I am also very thankful for all of my friends, I feel like we have become even closer this year through some less than amazing times =) and you know who you are!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Right now I am sitting with my family watching Love Actually, aka the best movie evaaaah! And even though the holidays get less exciting the older I get, it seems like they almost become more meaningful each year. Maybe i'm just able to better understand how lucky I am, or maybe I'm just more aware of the things that are truly important. Either way, I'm so grateful to be spending the holidays with the people i love, and i hope everyone has a wonderful end of 2010 and beginning of 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;surprise ↓ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUm2K6eDuMU"&gt;A Little Holiday Cheer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1482888598458879987?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1482888598458879987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1482888598458879987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1482888598458879987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-eve.html' title='xmas eve'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1054700650656323706</id><published>2010-12-17T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:30:42.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' The Season</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning in a super good mood because.....EXAMS ARE OVER! I officially only have one semester left of college hollaaaaaaa (well were not including grad school here). Anyways, i just realized how close we are to christmas and i think a lot of times, we get bogged down in thinking about the materialistic side of the holidays. This may sound cheesy, but it really is supposed to be all about family &amp;amp; friends &amp;amp; love &amp;amp; doing good things for other people. Yes, this is one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;posts, so if you are bored already i suggest you stop reading right now.&lt;br /&gt;Every year, my family picks a charity and does something to give back. This year, I've decided to go through my entire wardrobe and donate everything i don't wear to the Salvation Army. Also, i found a huge bag of my old stuffed animals in the attic that i want to give away, but i'm having trouble finding a charity that takes gently used stuffed animals =( Oh well, there's gotta be one out there. If you feel like you want to do something for others who are less fortunate than you this season too, but are having trouble knowing where to start, outside of DPAC there are tons of xmas trees that each represent a great cause in Durham. And a few of my personal favs are the APS of Durham, Toys for Tots and the Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, i am so excited that my people are starting to come back into town! There is nothing like getting to hang out with old friends and do ridiculous things together, just like the old days =) I guess it's time to start planning my annual holiday party again...&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh i almost forgot! I need to start thinking about my New Years Resolutions list again, ooooooh crap, this never goes very well, does it? Can't blame a girl for trying though =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1054700650656323706?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1054700650656323706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1054700650656323706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1054700650656323706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; The Season'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8455407222989384823</id><published>2010-12-15T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:12:59.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Playlist (Right Now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know how sometimes you hear a song and think &lt;i&gt;this is the story of my lifeeee&lt;/i&gt;? Yeaaaah, that happens a lot doesn't it? Usually i kind of hate the majority of music on my ipod, but recently i have compiled a playlist of songs that i really like. A LOT. So, i have decided to share it because it is soooo amazing for any situation, especially that &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my-bf-of-five-years-randomly-dumped-me-to-find-himself-and-i-was-pissed-but-now-i-dont-care&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;situation. Loves it. Here it is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Paris (oh la la) -Grace Potter &amp;amp; the Nocturnals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Firework -Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Grenade -Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Like a G6 - Far East Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. F**k You - Cee lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. Only Girl -Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Dog Days Are Over -Florence &amp;amp; the Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. What's My Name -Rihanna &amp;amp; Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Bottoms Up -Trey Songz feat. Nicki Minaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10. DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love -Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;11. Love The Way You Lie (part 1 &amp;amp;2) -Rihanna and Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In reference to albums that i like right now, my favs are The Lady Killer (Cee Lo), Lungs (Florence and the Machine), Loud (Rihanna), Grace Potter and the Nocturnals new album, and the Glee xmas album woooo! Thank goodness for new music, i though i was going to have to chuck my ipod...anyways, i am always open to new suggestions so if you have some favorite songs definitely hit me up =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;p.s only 10 days till xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8455407222989384823?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8455407222989384823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-life-playlist-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8455407222989384823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8455407222989384823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-life-playlist-right-now.html' title='My Life Playlist (Right Now)'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2391095398801172310</id><published>2010-12-11T16:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:54:54.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Things to do on Gross Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know who pissed off the weather gods, but North Carolina has become one big pile of cold, murky, sleety, wet...stuff (for lack of a better word). So, i have decided to share a few of my favorite things to do on days like today, when the weather is so gross that even thinking about going outside is appalling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. Read a good book. Right now I'm on the third book in the Girl With The Dragon Tattoo series and it is amazing. I definitely think that sitting down with an awesome book next to the fireplace is one of my favorite things to do evaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPsSc5tveI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Up-CUZqdJ8w/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPsSc5tveI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Up-CUZqdJ8w/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2. Watch a funny movie. There is nothing like a hilarious movie to make a gross day a little bit better. My favorite movies for this time of year include; Love Actually, The Family Stone, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and Home Alone. However, do not watch crappy made-for-tv christmas movie, as they will have the opposite effect and make you suicidal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPt7wwjpLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/d7NzTOZjb8c/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPt7wwjpLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/d7NzTOZjb8c/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3. Play goofy boardgames. I am not particularly inclined to play board games most of the time. But i will say that playing Apples to Apples or Pictionary with some friends is pretty hilarious. Especially if you spike the cider...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPuk03AvrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hTr8P_rbUvU/s1600/Unknown-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPuk03AvrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hTr8P_rbUvU/s1600/Unknown-2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4. Bake cookies! Usually i'm not allowed in the kitchen, but on special occasions i will sneak in and attempt to make cookies. It's also seasonally appropriate (wow that sounded precocious) if you want to make sugar cookies and decorate then with ICING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPv7Bd1a3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/jgs76BF5EcU/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPv7Bd1a3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/jgs76BF5EcU/s1600/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5. Do a random craft. Recently, i've been on a craft binge. There are so many awesome websites with fun little projects you can make. In my list of blogs i follow, i have a few websites with excellent crafting ideas. And the best part is, you don't have to know what you're doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPx02l8dQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HX6Vx4FId3M/s1600/elsie-main-button.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPx02l8dQI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HX6Vx4FId3M/s1600/elsie-main-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hope that these ideas make your rainy days a little bit more interesting. Even if your cookies and crafts don't turn out quite the way you plan, you can still have a lot of fun trying, especially with some good friends, a little bit of eggnog and some bangin dance music =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4400548556686700161-2391095398801172310?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2391095398801172310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-things-to-do-on-gross-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2391095398801172310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2391095398801172310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/fun-things-to-do-on-gross-days.html' title='Fun Things to do on Gross Days'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TQPsSc5tveI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Up-CUZqdJ8w/s72-c/Unknown-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3868186273244682126</id><published>2010-12-06T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:24:09.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's cold WTF</title><content type='html'>As i sit upon my couch watching my weekly Criminal Minds marathon (holla), i have come to the realization that it is really freaking cold outside. In North Carolina. And i want to move to New York. This has caused me to establish a slight complication in my master plan. The problem being that, if i layered every article of clothing i own onto myself, i would still get frostbite in New York in the winter. But never fear! Being the resourceful, fashion-conscious person that i am, i choose to see this as an opportunity to expand my wardrobe (and pain tolerance, NOT). It's not like you have to go outside, right?? Well, maybe thats not completely true, but with a little creativity and some LL. Bean long johns, anything is possible!&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, there are only 19 days until christmas! I have done a little bit of shopping but there are still some major gaps in my present scheme for the fam. Good thing i have time this week to do some SHOPPING! Looooove xxx I'm really not trying to be cheesy and annoying or anything, and i like getting present as much as the next person, but my favorite part of the holidays is seeing peoples faces when they open my presents! I take my shopping VERY seriously, and even fill my pets stockings with goodies haha wow, that sounds a lot creepier when i see it written down...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope everyone is enjoying the season so far =)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i will have some good stories to tell soon.&lt;br /&gt;peace love &amp;amp; coookies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3868186273244682126?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3868186273244682126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-cold-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3868186273244682126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3868186273244682126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-cold-wtf.html' title='it&apos;s cold WTF'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2455786130729720380</id><published>2010-12-05T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T14:55:41.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Swift Is My Idol</title><content type='html'>It's finally winter break, thank you little baby jesus. Well, &lt;i&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; i have two exams and paper to deal with over the next two weeks, but at least class is over. But my mind is officially on holiday right now. I just watched the Taylor Swift E! exclusive and if possible, i love her even more now. Her songs are so honest and heart-touching, and i basically live vicariously through her when she writes songs about how stupid boys are =) What im saying is, thank you Taylor Swift for exposing the sham that is teenage/twenty-something guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPvuKmByEUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/g8_NK5CKFIw/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPvuKmByEUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/g8_NK5CKFIw/s1600/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2455786130729720380?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2455786130729720380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/t-swift-is-my-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2455786130729720380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2455786130729720380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/t-swift-is-my-idol.html' title='T-Swift Is My Idol'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPvuKmByEUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/g8_NK5CKFIw/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5358121301658379983</id><published>2010-12-02T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:22:55.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPhwSyBUoRI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gIdy4G36Sok/s320/100_1534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPhwd8gIcTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ozZblyixUdU/s1600/100_1535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPhwd8gIcTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ozZblyixUdU/s320/100_1535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-5358121301658379983?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5358121301658379983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/chronicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5358121301658379983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5358121301658379983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/chronicle.html' title='chronicle'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPhv4XgpDLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6t9QtFsQLWA/s72-c/100_1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1738334124279133779</id><published>2010-12-02T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:54:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPgxkplhBJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VpVMiZeJNcI/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-02+at+18.50+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPgxkplhBJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VpVMiZeJNcI/s320/Photo+on+2010-12-02+at+18.50+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12 inches donated to Locks of Love =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1738334124279133779?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1738334124279133779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/shawty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1738334124279133779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1738334124279133779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/shawty.html' title='Shawty'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPgxkplhBJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VpVMiZeJNcI/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-12-02+at+18.50+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1586874536742434331</id><published>2010-12-01T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:44:52.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hair rant</title><content type='html'>So. I've been wanting to chop my hair for like a year and a half. But last night i watched the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show and it made me feel sad about cutting it off. After all, let's be real, long hair is considered to be beautiful by most cultures. But THEN, i realized that's exactly why i want to cut it off in the first place. Women have always been under such horribly strict expectations when it comes to beauty, and now that pressure extends to other aspects of life as well like school, work, and in the home. Well, i don't know about you, but i have priorities. And even though beauty and getting my single girl diva status back are still pretty damn high up on that list, so is graduate school and work. Besides, who gets to decide what is considered beautiful? Obviously, every person on this planet looks different and is beautiful in a different kind of way. And i am SICK of getting my hair stuck in shit like car windows and my jacket zippers. Soooo yeah. I think i just talked myself back into it. Niiiiiice. Not to mention someone is gong to get a super awesome wig just in time for the holidays thanks to Locks of Love. So to all you people out there who think it's going to make me look like a little boy (cough cough JANE cough) i apologize in advance =) Loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1586874536742434331?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1586874536742434331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/hair-rant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1586874536742434331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1586874536742434331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/12/hair-rant.html' title='hair rant'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6313628631677879718</id><published>2010-11-30T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:25:02.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ruh roh</title><content type='html'>I have done it. Today i made an appointment to chop my hair off and donate it to Locks of Love. It is going to be super short and i don't even care. Hopefully it wont be a heinous wreck because wigs are itchy...&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples that i wouldn't hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSIGnHsCvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zv6mqvJFFoE/s1600/Unknown-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSIGnHsCvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zv6mqvJFFoE/s1600/Unknown-2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSIPbttxqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/U3BpQqnnPEU/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSIPbttxqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/U3BpQqnnPEU/s1600/images-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSKFxn07uI/AAAAAAAAAZk/05mYG6ZpfmQ/s1600/shan.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSKFxn07uI/AAAAAAAAAZk/05mYG6ZpfmQ/s1600/shan.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, as of 3:00pm this thursday i will be basically bald =) I do not recommend that you just go out on a whim to do this though! I have been thinking about doing this for about a year now and after everything that has happened these past few months, this is just part of the new beginning i guess! Now for my disclaimer: if you see me and i look like a twelve year old pre-pubescent boy, just pretend that i dont hahaha and lie to me =) kthanksbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6313628631677879718?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6313628631677879718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/ruh-roh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6313628631677879718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6313628631677879718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/ruh-roh.html' title='ruh roh'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TPSIGnHsCvI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zv6mqvJFFoE/s72-c/Unknown-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-928625397999662839</id><published>2010-11-27T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:17:00.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>floating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sitting on my couch watching Elf on mute. Emma and Anya just left and it was so nice to see them before they go back to school for exams tomorrow. It feels better being at home than i thought it would right now. I was a little worried about coming back from Kansas today, and having to face up to the real world again but it's actually nice to be in my own house and just relax. It doesn't feel quite so sad anymore. But i guess its hard to forget memories from the past, you just can't let them ruin things you like =) Kansas was really fun this year. Which is kind of shocking since, lets be real, it's Kansas... Anyways, i got to see most of my cousins and aunts and uncles. But it was especially nice to see my Grandma because she is the only grandparent i have left now and she hasn't been doing so well. I spent the whole time playing with my little cousins and all they wanted to do was "fix" my hair for me and do arts and crafts which was an EXCELLENT distraction from my pathetic excuse of a life right now. Actually though, it's not been to difficult of a week. I thought it was going to take me a really long time to get over this break up, and to a certain extent its going to affect me for a while. But if you think about it, why waste energy being upset about something that cant be changed. And why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you? So, i am turning over a new leaf and embracing my newfound single self. No, this does not mean that i want to go out and date a bunch of random jerks or party at clubs every night. In fact, the idea of even looking at other guys right now makes me want to barf. I am simply going to start putting myself first and spend this time doing things that i have always wanted to do. I am going to hang out with my girls and watch crappy movies whenever i want. I'm going to travel through Europe and not worry about being gone. I am going to go to a graduate school that i want to go to and live in a big city =) I guess this is still part of the journey, even though it wasn't part of the plan. Hopefully, this will provide me with some opportunities that i wouldn't have gotten to experience otherwise. And hopefully, the same can be said for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and his experiences. After all, everything happens for a reason, we just have to wait and find out what that reason is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-928625397999662839?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/928625397999662839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/floating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/928625397999662839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/928625397999662839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/floating.html' title='floating'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-862874973261766736</id><published>2010-11-19T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:08:30.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Saves The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So obvi, this week is a complete disaster. My bf and i broke up after five years (not my choice), it was hell week at school, my car died twice, and i have to go to Kansas on Sunday. Needless to say, the Harry Potter midnight premier was the only thing that stopped me from jumping into a man-hole this week (not literally). I went with a group of close girlfriends and we dressed up, duh. Then, right before the movie started, someone i know from high school came up and asked how long me and the bf have been together. Are you for cereal right now?? The one time i actually wasn't thinking about it and having an okay time. But live and let live i say. Not that me strangling some guy while dressed as a house elf wouldn't have been comical, but i was in shock so all that happened was me staring in disbelief with my mouth open like a goldfish. Grrreat. Anyways, the movie was ah-mazing. It was so true to the book and the actors have come such a long way. Basically it was some pretty epic cinema and i can't wait for part 2 in July.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am just trying not to have any downtime right now because as long as i am busy i dont have to think. Thanks in large part to things like really intense sci-fi books, crime scene shows and crazy friends, this plan is actually working pretty well. But i am a little worried about Kansas, since there is absolutely nothing to do except talk to my family (awkward questions), eat (they don't know what veganism is in the midwest), and shop at super Wallmart (no explanation needed). One of my uncles (BY MARRIAGE) tried to explain to me that vampires are real and they are evil and that Twilight is a hoax. Oh joy. Playing devils advocate has never been more enjoyable. It will be nice to see my family though, especially my Grandma because since my Grandpa died last month, she is the only grandparent i have left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully, i will be so distracted by the craziness that is my family, that i won't have time to think about the fact that i don't know when or if i will ever see or talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;again. =( Oh well, i guess i just have to accept that this relationship is no longer in my control and trust that everything will unfold as it should. Afterall, there is nothing wrong with taking time apart to grow and do some soul searching. I've just never imagined my future without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in it, and i dont think im ready to start now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-862874973261766736?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/862874973261766736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-saves-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/862874973261766736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/862874973261766736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-saves-day.html' title='Harry Potter Saves The Day'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7667296694899050201</id><published>2010-11-18T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:56:05.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Week Ever</title><content type='html'>Things have been falling apart for a while. I guess they finally broke into too many pieces to ignore. This blog will probably be pretty depressing for a while, and i apologize for that. When someone has been in your life for such a long time it seems impossible to exist without them, but it isn't healthy to try to go straight to being just friends. No matter how much you love someone, sometimes you have to let them go. Even though it breaks your heart into a million pieces, you have to chose to let them do what they need to do in order to be happy. At least i dont have to look at my stupid facebook anymore. I deleted that thing the second i realized how toxic it really is. No thank you. I guess i just have to trust that everything will unfold the way it should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7667296694899050201?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7667296694899050201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-week-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7667296694899050201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7667296694899050201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-week-ever.html' title='Worst Week Ever'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1775437046790296748</id><published>2010-11-17T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:30:42.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cracked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[A] final comfort that is small, but not cold: The heart is the only broken instrument that works. -T.E. Kalem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1775437046790296748?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1775437046790296748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/cracked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1775437046790296748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1775437046790296748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/cracked.html' title='cracked'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2294408701236583472</id><published>2010-11-09T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:40:00.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Sit Once More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, like it says up there ↑, here i sit once more. With my computer during some down time. Except something extremely awesome is about to happen. Darren Criss from A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel is going to be on Glee tonight! Woooooo i love it when two of my nerdy passions come together to make a giant Gleekin Potterfest. Sooooooo amazing. Anywho, it should be a really good episode because it focusses on bullying, and i think it is becoming clear to many people that this is a huge problem. Unfortunately it has taken some terrible losses to bring about this awareness, so let's all just try to have a little more compassion for others and put aside our differences so we can work together to make this world a better, more loving place. Okay? Good! I'm glad we agree on that =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember, whoever you are, wherever you are, you are loved and you deserve to be here. End of story. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;✌ ♡ ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2294408701236583472?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2294408701236583472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-i-sit-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2294408701236583472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2294408701236583472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-i-sit-once-more.html' title='Here I Sit Once More'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5865653410769428497</id><published>2010-11-05T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:29:58.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's November?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Helloo my lovely internet people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is November. Which is crazy. I have no idea where October went but i'm glad it's gone. I am so ready for winter vacation i can barely take it. Today i straight up walked out of a class and didn't come back. Awkwaaaard. Anyways, there are officially only 5 weeks until dead week and exams woooooo! So ready to be done with this semester ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately i do have some bad news. My hamster Gus Gus passed away on November 3rd from old age. He lived to the ripe old hamster age of 3 years, which is like 857 in human years. He enjoyed running in his ball, eating carrots and grapes, and sleeping. He was a supah fly hamster and will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On a separate note that is unrelated to my hamster obituary, the BF and i are taking a mental health weekend. I am super excited because we are going up to Balitimore to visit his sister and brother-in-law. They are really fun to hang out with and i cant wait to laugh, eat good food and do fun crafts =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess that's all for now, catch ya later i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5865653410769428497?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5865653410769428497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5865653410769428497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5865653410769428497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-november.html' title='It&apos;s November?'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3360280468130285038</id><published>2010-10-27T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:38:50.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So i finally decided on a halloween costume. My sister and our friend Sara are going to dress up as the Pink Ladies from Grease. This idea may be slightly overdone but Sara is hand making our jackets from scratch and we have some really cute ideas for hair and make-up! But the really exciting part is that we are doing something super special on friday but i cant disclose it until after the fact in case "someone" reads this blog...&amp;nbsp;Anyways, ill let you know later what the big surprise was =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My boyfriend however is a little disappointed by my costume choice. He was really gunning for "Dumblewhore" which i admit would have been hilarious. I mean who wouldn't get a kick out of dressing up in a skanky wizard costume with a beard? But since there are soooo many Harry Potter events coming up, i figured i will have a plethora of opportunities to bust out the Dumblewhore costume in the next couple of months =) muahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Until Next Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3360280468130285038?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3360280468130285038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisions-decisions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3360280468130285038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3360280468130285038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7277244110984832245</id><published>2010-10-25T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:21:07.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking non-talker. talking non-thinker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today was kind of a landmark. I may or may not have signed up for my last semester of classes! I can't believe how quickly these past four years have gone, and that for the first time in my life I have no idea where I will be this time next year. Obviously graduate school is looming somewhere in the near future, but I am definitely planning on taking a year off to travel and see the world first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But first things first. I am very excited about a couple of the classes I sighed up for: skeletal biology, archaeology of death &amp;amp; Insects and People, to name a few =) I realize that to some people, these classes sound really creepy hahaha but as an anthropology major, I think they are ah-mazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At least it looks like my last semester will be an interesting one. This is a good thing because I don't know how much longer I can hold out against my Senioritis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;more to come xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7277244110984832245?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7277244110984832245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking-non-talker-talking-non-thinker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7277244110984832245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7277244110984832245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking-non-talker-talking-non-thinker.html' title='thinking non-talker. talking non-thinker.'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4638027102371856659</id><published>2010-10-22T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:40:42.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's crispy outside, i think...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up this morning to my sweet bf pointing out the beautiful view from his newly installed window at the farmhouse. I'm not a very cheery person first thing in the morning. In fact, im usually a hot damn mess with a serious attitude problem. But even i could appreciate how beautiful the fields looked as the sun shone through that early morning mist. The only downside was that i had to get out of an incredibly warm bed and go outside into 45 degree fall weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Right now i am sitting in my favorite local cafe waiting for my next class. Research Methods in Cultural Anthropology, fun fun fun. Actually it is a fun class because my teacher is amazing. She tells us the craziest stories from her fieldwork and it made me consider switching from bioarchaeology to cultural, but only for a second =) Let's face it, i like working with bones too much... (super creepy, i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anywho, i just realized that Halloween in only one week away! What the hell happened to October?? This is a serious problem because i still have no idea what i want to dress up as. Usually i can pull off a decent costume, but im not gonna lie, all of my last minute costumes have been really dumb. One year i was my bedroom floor (i wore a t-shirt and stapled a bunch of shit to it like homework and socks...), and another year i was a gypsy (but no one really could tell that i dressed up, awkward). Don't get me wrong, i've had some pretty awesome costume ideas, if i say so myself. I've dressed up as Batman (not batgirl, BatMAN), Luna Lovegood, Princess Jasmine, Moaning Myrtle, Arwen, and an assortment of strange animals. And yes, i realize that over half of my costumes have been from fantasy series.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The top costume ideas i have for this year are bangin. My first choice at the moment would be Treebeard the Ent from LOTR. This would be really funny in my opinion, but my dad said it was ridiculous and that i would spend the majority of the night explaining who i was to people who dont care hahahahaa. My second idea is to be a Navi character from Avatar. This idea is probably going to be way overdone this year but i still think it would be fun. My third idea is to be Snow White, because i accidentally dyed my hair black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't wait to see what everyone decides to dress up as! Halloween might be my favorite holiday of the year, because there is this weird sense of freedom that people don't usually have. Not to mention the candy! I have decided to give myself a 24 hour free for all on the candy front. Yes i am vegan. Yes i am going to eat as much chocolate as i want on the 31st. Yes you may judge the shit out of me. Yes i am going to do it anyways! On that note: ive got to go write a paper for my next class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;peace love &amp;amp; celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4638027102371856659?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4638027102371856659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-crispy-outside-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4638027102371856659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4638027102371856659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-crispy-outside-i-think.html' title='it&apos;s crispy outside, i think...?'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8045800904849963984</id><published>2010-10-20T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:34:04.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Jack O' Lantern Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9PimzoNUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Lr7Whi9zv1k/s1600/images-11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9PimzoNUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Lr7Whi9zv1k/s1600/images-11.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nightmare Before Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9Puxbu6GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/F98x02DvnEQ/s1600/images-12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9Puxbu6GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/F98x02DvnEQ/s1600/images-12.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9P8RhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/2Wmofo_4N5A/s1600/images-10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9P8RhiS7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/2Wmofo_4N5A/s1600/images-10.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deathstar Pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9QqkwT8kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/U8nIqI7UBDA/s1600/images-13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9QqkwT8kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/U8nIqI7UBDA/s1600/images-13.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Barfing Punpkin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9Rl9asfJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dz53wzOkBaw/s1600/images-14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9Rl9asfJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dz53wzOkBaw/s1600/images-14.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meanie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9SFJ32hmI/AAAAAAAAAYw/juH8MyKBqs8/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9SFJ32hmI/AAAAAAAAAYw/juH8MyKBqs8/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i think this was supposed to be Harry &amp;amp; Voldemort bahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8045800904849963984?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8045800904849963984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/awesome-jack-o-lantern-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8045800904849963984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8045800904849963984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/awesome-jack-o-lantern-ideas.html' title='Awesome Jack O&apos; Lantern Ideas'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL9PimzoNUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Lr7Whi9zv1k/s72-c/images-11.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5116153382181498226</id><published>2010-10-19T20:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:43:01.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tid-Bits For Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am having a very un-creative day. Therefore i will be resorting to a list to describe my life at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. My grandpa died and my parents will be in kansas for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. That puts me in charge of walking our 8 million pound rottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. I'm a vegan but i just ate a piece of chocolate cake, and to all you vegan snobs: ITS NOT A TALLY, ITS A LIFESTYLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. I have no work ethic right now for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. I may or may not have accidentally died my hair black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. I was aiming for brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. On the 25th i sign up for my last semester of college ahhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. I plan on taking a science fiction english class (helloooo nerd-dom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. This past weekend i volunteered at the NCSU Beekeeping booth at the state fair hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. I currently have a stalker that is way too old, way too short and way too creepy to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On a slightly less depressing note: here is a picture of my super awesome Harry Potter chapter star tattoo! woop woop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(please disregard the impression of a chipmunk that i am making, i have no control over my facial muscles when i know a picture is being taken...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL5Bqjg9EWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1_KkTTemo7c/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+21.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529929591801319778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL5BAinaZQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/V58uCREXlFE/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-17+at+17.18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529928870005466370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5116153382181498226?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5116153382181498226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-tid-bits-for-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5116153382181498226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5116153382181498226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-tid-bits-for-right-now.html' title='Random Tid-Bits For Right Now'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TL5Bqjg9EWI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1_KkTTemo7c/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-19+at+21.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3242575519415958852</id><published>2010-10-15T13:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:40:31.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaahhhh Fashion Police!</title><content type='html'>I have fallen into a rut of fashionless, sloppy, heinous sweat-pant-dom. This is not good. I swear, the second it gets below 70 degrees, i go into hibernation. It's just so cold!!! Anyways, the point is that i need to revamp my wardrobe, and revamp it quickly. I have decided to compose a list (go figure) of things that are necessary fall/winter fashion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1). A Good Pair of Cords: These pants are way more comfortable than jeans, but also go great with any outfit. I prefer the matchstick cord from J. Crew (pictured below). They have tons of colors and styles to chose from and they are super soft. This color is my favorite though, because it can be mixed with so many other colors. The matchstick also looks great tucked into boots or with heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/onFigure/28/28522/28522_GY6925_m.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="Toothpick cord" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2). Tweed or Black Shorts: I love these shorts because you can wear them year round. When it gets cold i simply wear them over a pair of black tights and they look really cute. It is also a way to dress up a pair of shorts and still be warm. Tip: the shorter the short, the longer your legs will look, and you dont have to worry about your ass falling out with tights on. Viola! I bought mine at Express because they are super cute and they are CHEAP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="widget-app-quickview cat-cat-prod-img" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/92_917_6515_930?$wishlist$" alt="2 1/2" belted="" tweed="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3). FAKE Leather Jacket: Let me repeat, FAKE leather jacket. I love the look of a tight fitting, three quarter sleeve/long sleeve bomber jacket. This kind of jacket looks especially cute over a white top and dark wash jeans. It is very comfortable and is also warm on chilly days. Usually i would pair this with a crazy jeweled necklace to avoid looking like a biker chick wannabe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="cat-thu-p-ima widget-app-quickview" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/98_880_2087_058?$wishlist$" alt="(MINUS THE) LEATHER MOTO JACKET" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4). Faux Leather Leggings: I am a huge fan of the regular old leggings. However, a fun spin on this is the faux leather leggings. They are much warmer, not as see-through, and they don't look as sloppy as the regular ones. I also really like the way these look with heels because it slims the whole lower frame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="224" height="224" style="width:224px;height:224px" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTtCgZGN9SdF9o_1qbFGs_Gav6BHWzQhxxBBIavKReS5tp-pi0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ek66vvIFT7OCcTm2clOR8XFfH-I=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5). Pea Coat with a Twist: I have always loved the classic pea coat. But this season all of the cute ones i have seen are much edgier than the originals. They have a tighter, more fitted fit and a lot more embellishments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="201" height="251" style="width:201px;height:251px" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTnUEivOSgrGYi_PgRvPdystItyzD0ANwYSM2jxNxdzxmU0iRk&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__NdYbNLUpoNMyBSgMgJ4P9bMVzmE=" /&gt; &lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTbXWdzbRrD7z-Sc2-y1RnZUYycP6z902VypI4OY2aY3EMZgM0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__6zuFITsgdbBIXg4NkjwCbn6btnw=" width="225" height="225" style="width:225px;height:225px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6). High Heeled Clogs: I know what you're thinking. clog are really ugly and went out of style like 10 years ago. But, like most things in fashion, what goes around come around, and around, and around and around. Clogs have gone through a really neat metamorphosis recently and have come back with a vengeance. They are super high, super blinged-out and super edgy. Basically, im in love. And who better to create a clog masterpiece than Steve Madden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-4Q2r4-rXS78VVswlxQaY_20HK44TOT_h1aIeIR6gxoo6AeU&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__tEbDf1vBHqp9sHiUi3XC2J9eC4w=" width="201" height="251" style="width:201px;height:251px" /&gt; &lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="167" height="167" style="width:167px;height:167px" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQJuz3tMnBINrK8oSrBsJ6YW_yWwP3LrTw-yduSTodqnRJLyRI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=167&amp;amp;w=167&amp;amp;usg=__xZ0wb9mUfrdYAICCLU4LwrrBG2k=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7). Dark Wash Skinny Jeans: These should be a staple in every girls wardrobe anyways. However, im being a bit hypocritical when i say this because it is very difficult for me to get skinny jeans over my enormous calves hahaha. BUT pain is beauty so i suck it up, and squash it in. I prefer the distressed skinnies from Forever 21, Urban Outfitters, or J. Crew. Also, an interesting alternative would be the "jeggings" but i haven't had an opportunity to try these bad boys out for myself yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/onFigure/18/18191/18191_BL6183_m.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="Matchstick jean in dark rinse wash" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8). BOOTS!!! I am very obsessed with boots year-round, but it is so much more fun to wear them in the fall, when you are toasty and warm and your feet don't get too sweaty (cough cough shakori hills...) I have too many pairs to be too specific about this, but it is very difficult to make Frye boots look bad. Like, seriously. You would have to try to look like an idiot. I love the classic dark brown ones, but there are red ones in the same style that are pretty amazing too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" width="225" height="225" style="width:225px;height:225px" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTeht5d9zEPT1lB7RWG3lItnVG2X3haR0b8x2ebhPjob6Ta_38&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__XBqVsab1rUNGptEPyDy8ZXGADfQ=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9). Cardigans and Chunky Sweaters: These items are warm, cozy and great for layering on days when you aren't sure what the temperature will be. They also look adorable when you add the right accessories. These two sweaters below are from J. Crew. I like their sweaters the best because they aren't itchy and they last a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/onFigure/29/29350/29350_GY5758_m.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="Jackie cardigan" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/onFigure/29/29269/29269_WA9684_m.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="Cashmere cocoon popover" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10). Cute Hat: There are so many alternatives to the typical toboggan hat. Especially this season. Here are a couple of my favorite styles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/eiec/31/31786/31786_SP1646.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdDtIm" name="productOnFigureImage" width="393" height="393" border="0" id="mainImg" alt="Wool crusher hat in solid grey" /&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRyHWVY4BqJ2AAcfvEBzy0ieZel2cJDwtLiRwuXqE-XVrt3jUU&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__EvdIXpibZ_d2fyp9iKYKoS7ULYs=" width="259" height="194" width="259" height="194" style="width:259px;height:194px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 10 items are just a few things in my wardrobe that i like to wear every day because i am lazy and they look good when you sleep late and have to throw something random on =) Are there any other fashion must-haves for this season that you think i missed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3242575519415958852?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3242575519415958852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/aaaahhhh-fashion-police.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3242575519415958852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3242575519415958852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/aaaahhhh-fashion-police.html' title='Aaaahhhh Fashion Police!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2642261231112084347</id><published>2010-10-05T15:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:54:30.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TKuGo33oCqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/H6-dEPZbVh4/s1600/daoki_v_19apr10_wenn_75x113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TKuGo33oCqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/H6-dEPZbVh4/s320/daoki_v_19apr10_wenn_75x113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524657404650195618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TKuGorbfKsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_yYb-E1zl2A/s1600/cbelle_v_19apr10_wenn_75x113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TKuGorbfKsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_yYb-E1zl2A/s320/cbelle_v_19apr10_wenn_75x113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524657401310948034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again. Finally, the semester is halfway over!!! This also means that there is no school on thursday or friday of this week. Normally i would spend this long weekend doing absolutely nothing exce&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TKuCbIZcDpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rZINQBs7uPI/s200/aamrosio_v_19apr10_wenn_272x408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524652770522304146" /&gt;pt maybe enjoy the beautiful fall weather. But this time i am going with my boyfriend and some people to the shakori hills grassroots festival. We are going to leave on thursday and camp out for the weekend. The weather is literally PERFECT for camping =) I am so excited to go listen to some crazy music, and dance around with a bunch of random people.But of course, i am simply not capable of doing something like this without being super weirdly excited about the fashion possibilities. I know i should probably be more concerned with the tent and flashlights or whatever, but that's what boyfriends are for right? Totes magotes. SO, i have begun to organize a few outfits that are festival and weather appropriate. However, there are several items that i consider to be "must-brings" for fall music festivals:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A hat. This is important because despite the temperature, the sun could be an issue. Not to mention how cute sun hats can be with sunglasses and a cute dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Boots. This is a daily "must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have" for me so i wouldn't dream of excluding them from the list. Especially since it will be in the seventies and sixties so my feet will be cold. (Don't forget to bring warm fuzzy socks woop woop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. An easy to carry daypack. This is important if you are camping because you can keep your valuables with you at all times and be able to carry a water bottle easily. Let's be real, with the amount of dancing and alcohol involved you MUST take a water bottle if you don't want to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sunglasses. Eye protection, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Leggings/tights. These are important because it is a FALL festival, which means it is cold. However, you can still wear your super cute jorts or sundress and be warm at the same time if you cover your legs. This is also i good idea if you are prone to flashing people with your mad "dance" skills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a couple things that i found important "fashionwise". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it is also important to remember those random little things like; sunscreen, a camera, lighter, headlamp, GLITTER, a little bit of cash, raincoat and something warm like a sweatshirt. I guess we'll see if i forgot anything really important, and rest be assured i will let you know when i get back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(These three pictures are from the Coachella 2010 festival)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.vogue.co.uk/celebrity-photos/100419-coachella-festival-fashion-2010/gallery.aspx?Page=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-2642261231112084347?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2642261231112084347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2642261231112084347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2642261231112084347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break-2010.html' title='Fall Break 2010'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TKuGo33oCqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/H6-dEPZbVh4/s72-c/daoki_v_19apr10_wenn_75x113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6044525758361788438</id><published>2010-09-29T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:55:30.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Survey</title><content type='html'>So I was looking through my facebook, and i found a survey note i wrote about 2 years ago. I was really surprised to see that almost all of the "25 random tidbits" were still true. I don't know if that is a good thing, or a bad thing hahaha but apparently i haven't changed &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; much...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;First of all, i think these things are kind of silly BUT i'm a little bored so it i decided to do it anyways =)&lt;br /&gt;1. i talk to inanimate objects...and don't think it's weird&lt;br /&gt;2. i've got insanely bad road rage, but if i see that it is an old person i feel so guilty that i apologize out loud even though i know they can't hear me&lt;br /&gt;3. when i don't wear earrings or nail polish i feel naked and awkward haha&lt;br /&gt;4. i am a huge sucker for horrible teen age comedies like Bring It On&lt;br /&gt;5. my taste in music is so horrible that i upset myself sometimes, people have actually tried to break my ipod...&lt;br /&gt;6. i can't sleep without my blanket and im 20 years old =)&lt;br /&gt;7. dancing i can do, but when it comes to walking bad things happen, especially in the brickyard, going up stairs, hard wood floors, pool decks etc...&lt;br /&gt;8. if i like a book or movie enough, i can read/see it over and over without getting bored, twilight never ceases to amaze me&lt;br /&gt;9. My computer home page is a Twilight fan site (this should be a joke but its not)&lt;br /&gt;10. i am a not so secret sci-fi fanatic, and the sci-fi channel is one of my favorites even though the graphics are TERRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;11. im one of the worst drivers i know, but i think its a self-fulfilling prophesy&lt;br /&gt;12. i go to school 30 minutes away from home and get homesick sometimes&lt;br /&gt;13. if im mad at someone i wont say anything, but i make up scenarios in my head where i beat them up&lt;br /&gt;14. im super protective of the people i care about, and worry constantly about bad things happening to them&lt;br /&gt;15. when i babysit, i come up with escape plans in my head for all the possible catastrophes that could happen&lt;br /&gt;16. im terrified of mutants and midgets (just the evil ones like in the wizard of oz, or charlie and the chocolate factory) and i think its because of this one episode of superman i watched when i was like 7&lt;br /&gt;17. i believe in faeries...(and an assortment of other weird things)&lt;br /&gt;18. i have really bad OCD when it comes to hygiene and hate it when people have greasy hair&lt;br /&gt;19. i hit the snooze button at least 3 times every morning, and apparently am really rude to people who wake me up even though i never remember these events happening&lt;br /&gt;20. i don't care when people get hurt in movies, but if an animal gets hurt i get super upset (lion king/homeward bound...)&lt;br /&gt;21. i don't usually cry when im sad, but almost always cry when i get angry which mostly just makes me more mad&lt;br /&gt;22. im a really big hypochondriac. One time i had to go to the urgent care because i thought i couldn't breathe, and it happened another time because i thought i couldn't swallow ahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;23. im a really messy person, but when things get to a certain point of messiness i freak out and have to clean EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;24. i can't breath through my nose&lt;br /&gt;25. i am always freezing cold, and have to wear multiple layers when its any temperature under 70 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo that's all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6044525758361788438?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6044525758361788438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/hilarious-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6044525758361788438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6044525758361788438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/hilarious-survey.html' title='Hilarious Survey'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3414795859325758333</id><published>2010-09-29T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:04:17.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>It is pouring rain outside. The temperature is about 68 degrees. I am sitting in a small cafe drinking pumpkin spice coffee. Today is awesome. This last comment may seem a little bit counterintuitive but it's the truth. After a scorching 5 month summer, this weather is completely needed. It finally feels like fall and i cannot wait to bundle up in about 57 sweaters and boots and drink hot yummy drinks while it is frigid and disgusting outside! (Dont judge me when i try to retract that statement in about 2 months). &lt;div&gt;On a different subject, its been a while since i have written a blog entry. I've never been one to write something down unless i feel like i must, so that is probably the main reason why this blog is so scattered. Welcome to my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the weather? No, let's make a list! Hmmmm, fun things that have happened since my last post: gay pride parade (minus that fact that i got heat exhaustion and passed out), i dropped my hispanic cinema class woooo, started reading some SUPER good books, painted all the rooms in my house crazy colours, and other things i've forgotten im sure. Oh well, live in the present i say! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been nice getting back to school and seeing all of my Raleigh friends =) It's also been much quieter in Durham since the DSA crowd left, which is nice in some ways but not in others. I feel like as i get older i become more prejudiced against dumb things, and it should be a goal of mine to be more accepting of others and not so impulsive about dishing out judgements. I guess we all have things to work on. Thank goodness for friends who are as crazy as i am, and crazier in some cases! (you know who you are haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably run to archaeology now that i've finished my latest random rant. Maybe we can pick this up later? Ok, later schizo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3414795859325758333?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3414795859325758333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3414795859325758333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3414795859325758333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5783096573553366950</id><published>2010-09-08T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:54:58.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZINGNESS</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when i feel sad or upset or just downright bored, i watch this and it helps =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/wb/harrypotterandthedeathlyhallows/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_movie_poster.jpg" id="il_fi" height="630" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5783096573553366950?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5783096573553366950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5783096573553366950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5783096573553366950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazingness.html' title='AMAZINGNESS'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2935408264458221749</id><published>2010-09-07T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:08:27.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cubicle</title><content type='html'>As i sit here in my little cubicle in the library, procrastinating and playing on the internet, i can't stop thinking about all the things i would rather be doing than going to school. Yes, i KNOW i should be grateful for the opportunity to attend this university and get a wonderful education, and i am. But 16 years of school in a row??? REALLY?&lt;div&gt; I think it should be required for students to take a service year in between their senior year in high school and their freshman year in college. I know this isn't true of everyone, but i know that when i came to college i pretty much blew off my first 2 semesters. And you better believe i am still paying for those C's now! And what about us poor unfortunate souls who have to go on to graduate programs to obtain our degrees...not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, i am taking a much needed backpacking trip this summer with some girl friends. But graduation is not for another 8 months, and i am in serious need of some work ethic and motivation on the school front NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the dilemma: should i accept the fact that this last year of college is going to drag on and just battle on with my lack of enthusiasm OR is there a way to actively change my view on this situation? I guess it's time for some brainstorming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2935408264458221749?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2935408264458221749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/cubicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2935408264458221749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2935408264458221749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/cubicle.html' title='cubicle'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8190576388825482087</id><published>2010-09-04T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:22:32.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>simple things</title><content type='html'>This morning when i woke up, i was so excited to just be alive! You see, it was a perfect 72 degrees with a light breeze and lots of sun. September has officially arrived, and with it, the hope of cool weather and beautiful fall mornings. It made me start to think about all of the random little things that i am thankful for, and i decided to write a few down...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peppermint tea, snuggling, yoga mats, the Food Network, open windows, good friends, my crazy family, candles, books, quotes, sunshine, magnolia trees, forehead kisses, weird music &amp;amp; veganism (among other things)  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I am very excited to be one of the six billion people here on this earth. Like the wonderful mantra my sweet boyfriend Reid says, "i thank the universe for the opportunity to exist." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8190576388825482087?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8190576388825482087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8190576388825482087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8190576388825482087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-things.html' title='simple things'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2208649114764421479</id><published>2010-09-03T00:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:51:40.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bojangles, Geriatrics &amp; Slap Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TIB-t2jUumI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ysQOCSnxcZw/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TIB-t2jUumI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ysQOCSnxcZw/s200/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512545270104373858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TIB-tkmBIbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gPdJUMD_qE4/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TIB-tkmBIbI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gPdJUMD_qE4/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512545265283834290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stopped at a bojangles in the middle of nowhere only to discover approximately 65 people over the age of 70 celebrating their weekly bluegrass night? Well, I have.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that this story may cause confusion, hilarity and maybe even disbelief, but I swear that this really happened to my friend Anya and I on our way to Asheville this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, we decided to stop and get a snack and of course Bojangles was the only option. But as we pulled into the parking lot we noticed that A. there was NOWHERE to park with a 2 mile radius, B. We thought we heard chanting (and banjos) and C. the Bojangles was completely full of old people sitting in a circle. Now most people would have been completely freaked out by this. But Anya and I decided that we should probably go inside and investigate. When we walked in the door, it became obvious that we were probably the only outsiders to have visited this Bojangles in about 10 years. We tried to order our food without drawing to much attention to ourselves but it quickly became evident that this wasn't going to work. We asked the cashier where exactly we were, and he said something that neither of us understood AT ALL. So we just smiled and did a lot of nodding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took our food over to the ONE empty table and watched as several REALLY REALLY old people got up and started doing this weird clogging dance. Eventually we were dragged into the fiasco and ended up being taught how to do the "slap foot" by a 79 year old man. It did not go well. But i guess the people liked us because it took us about 45 minutes to get out of there. Needless to say, it was the weirdest experience I've had in a while, and we still don't know how to "slap foot" or where the hell we were. Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2208649114764421479?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2208649114764421479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/bojangles-geriatrics-slap-foot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2208649114764421479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2208649114764421479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/bojangles-geriatrics-slap-foot.html' title='Bojangles, Geriatrics &amp; Slap Foot'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/TIB-t2jUumI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ysQOCSnxcZw/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2868372658916087623</id><published>2010-09-03T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:10:02.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm, SLOW DOWN PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>I think it may have just hit me that I am getting old. Obviously not in the creaky bones, grey hair kind of way (well, grey hairs are a different story...). But in the you-have-to-grow-up-and-be-a-real-person-soon kind of way. It didn't even occur to me how old I was until a so called "friend" =) remarked how lame of a birthday 22 was going to be. And THEN i started thinking about how i had never actually thought about turning older than 21 (strange, i know). Anyways, the short and short of it is that i may be having a quarter life crises. But nobody panic!! There is always a solution. In this case the solution involves ignoring my next birthday and worrying about it later. Sound like a plan? Good! Now i just have to figure out how to not fail my hispanic film class, get into graduate school, get my teaching license, and find a job. Awesome =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2868372658916087623?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2868372658916087623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/ummm-slow-down-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2868372658916087623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2868372658916087623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/09/ummm-slow-down-please.html' title='Ummm, SLOW DOWN PLEASE!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6183503359593580586</id><published>2010-08-19T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:38:24.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is officially my senior year of college. I feel like these past three years have lasted a lifetime but in retrospect it seems to have gone by so fast. The good news is that after this school year, for the first time in my life, I'm free to do whatever I want. Sure there are several things like grad school, the GRE and getting a job that are looming up eventually, but I can do things on my time now. And you better believe I will be taking a well deserved break from formal education! I am so excited to be able to travel, make new friends, experience new cultures and get to spend some time doing a bit of soul searching. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;However, for the next 9 months of my life, NC State will be my home. I will do my best to get good grades and make the most of my senior year. But I must admit that I am finding it difficult to focus on school when it is so close to being over for good. Motivation is running a little low, and my enthusiasm is pretty non-existent. Oh well, fake it till you make it. (insert big cheesy smile).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6183503359593580586?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6183503359593580586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/08/senior-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6183503359593580586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6183503359593580586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/08/senior-year.html' title='Senior Year...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4947392392561341972</id><published>2010-08-05T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:58:22.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans In The Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;As I sit here upon my cat-pee-soaked couch with my friend Katie, planning our trip to Europe next summer, and....WAIT! That's right, you heard me. This time next year i will be somewhere in Europe with my girlfriends, with nothing but the clothes on my back, the wind in my hair and pepper spray in my pocket. We decided tonight, after a really shitty week filled with boy drama, that a tour of all countries European was needed. Hopefully, we will be able to hit all of the places we want to go in time to be in London for the premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2! Wooooo, you knew i had a secret plan to incorporate HP into this, and i did. Expect details in the near future comrades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4947392392561341972?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4947392392561341972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/08/plans-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4947392392561341972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4947392392561341972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/08/plans-in-making.html' title='Plans In The Making'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3313635226151272565</id><published>2010-07-12T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:31:07.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's hard to believe that it's already July. I've been working everyday and i feel like i have completely missed summer vacation. Especially since school starts in only a month. But, contrary to common belief, i'm really ready to go back to school. It's been such a hot summer that all i've been able to think about for the past few weeks is the fresh and exciting feeling that comes with fall. Personally, i've always been more of a summer person (probably due to the fact that i turn into a human icicle in temperatures below 70 degrees). But, i always associate things like getting ready for the first day of school &amp;amp; playing outside and jumping in big leaf piles with fall. Or listening to all of the kids yelling as they get on their school buses. Not to mention all of the fun holidays that happen in october, november and december! Anyway, i guess the biggest feeling that i associate with fall is one of change. It's a time to start something new whether it's classes, a new job or a different sport, anything really. It's a time to snuggle up in a big blanket outside and roast marshmallows, or go camping without having to worry about ticks! You can open up all of the windows in your house instead of using the AC or Heat. You can start drinking hot chocolate and apple cider without getting weird looks! I never thought these words would come out of my mouth but: I'm ready for summer to be over! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3313635226151272565?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3313635226151272565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3313635226151272565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3313635226151272565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-is-in-air.html' title='Change is in the Air'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1955746838694731960</id><published>2010-06-20T14:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:14:04.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Posh Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The other day i was watching Victoria Beckham: Coming to America (pause for shameful head shaking/judgement), and i realized that she has been one of my idols for an abnormally long time. In middle school, Posh Spice was the coolest, most fashionable Spice girl. In high school, Victoria Beckham came out with a super awesome book on style and performed in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Now, she is known as one of the premier fashion icons of the decade (and don't argue because I'm right whether you like it or not). Basically, Victoria Beckham is ridiculously cool and it's not just because she is the only one who can rock a "Pob" or because she is married to David Beckham or because she could look good in a potato sack. Everyone should totes youtube her hour long special, that's all I'm saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none; cursor: -webkit-zoom-in; " src="http://www.realvideosite.com/celebs/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/victoria_beckham_w_magazine_big.jpg" width="462" height="616" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-1955746838694731960?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1955746838694731960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/06/viva-posh-spice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1955746838694731960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1955746838694731960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/06/viva-posh-spice.html' title='Viva Posh Spice'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8585316929358837775</id><published>2010-05-19T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:08:29.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/S_Q3IFMuQwI/AAAAAAAAASo/9VnK5CfcyWA/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/S_Q3IFMuQwI/AAAAAAAAASo/9VnK5CfcyWA/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473060059136017154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, i was never a die hard Sex and the City fan. I'd watch the occasional episode when it was on and then when the first movie came out I went to see it. Other than that, the only association i had with the show, was the occasional random person on the street telling me i reminded them of Charlotte (not that, that meant anything to me...at the time) Now i can definitely say that i am addicted. The characters are so funny and the FASHIONNNNN IS SPECTACULAR. I've always been into crazy outfits and even though my  idea of fashion is usually everyone else's opinion of a hot damn mess, i totally appreciate the fashion choices in this series/am secretly in L-O-V-E with it.  Can't wait for round two! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8585316929358837775?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8585316929358837775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8585316929358837775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8585316929358837775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city-ii.html' title='Sex and the City II'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/S_Q3IFMuQwI/AAAAAAAAASo/9VnK5CfcyWA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4023651070968445843</id><published>2010-05-13T18:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:10:39.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Top 10</title><content type='html'>There are certain things that i consider necessities for each season. Most of these things fall under the "completely unnecessary but super awesome" category, but I digress. Anywho, here is my Summer of 2010 Top 10 picks of randomness:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number One: Awesome Shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/eiec/29/29106/29106_EC2058.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="A.R. Trapp troubadour sunglasses" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Two: A Hot Bikini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/tmblg4/V299072_CG2.jpg" alt="Metallic heart cheeky bottom &amp;amp; Triangle top" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/tmblg4/V293088_HH1.jpg" alt="Balconet top &amp;amp; Cheeky bottom" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Three: Summer Blockbusters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TSN4KClXCaMU_M:http://twilightdiary.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/eclipse_movie1.jpg" id="ipfTSN4KClXCaMU_M:" width="91" height="137" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; " /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aEi5mMSagbiV8M:http://monsterscifishow.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/poster_ironman-2.jpg" id="ipfaEi5mMSagbiV8M:" width="96" height="142" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BCDX6eE9ptGVJM:http://jatufilmrev.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/robin-hood-movie-poster-2.jpg" id="ipfBCDX6eE9ptGVJM:" width="99" height="146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Four: Cute Summer Wedges (for Emma haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:041MY2EyrEBTnM:http://fashion.elle.com/.a/6a00d834527a7669e201156e9f7c5f970c-800wi" id="ipf041MY2EyrEBTnM:" width="128" height="111" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kuoWxDi2DfSwbM:http://www.gladiator-shoes.com/images/gladiator-wedges.jpg" id="ipfkuoWxDi2DfSwbM:" width="124" height="78" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Five: Flower Hair Accessories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:cY8HXh1BZ8gNWM:http://www.lushlee.com/images/accessories/09/6/mandizzle-flower-hair-clip.jpg" id="ipfcY8HXh1BZ8gNWM:" width="129" height="92" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:i3NZEvDDEKwzDM:http://weddingrumors.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/hair-accessories.jpg" id="ipfi3NZEvDDEKwzDM:" width="136" height="88" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Six: A Beachy Hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jGSGkBBF2RbCpM:http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons1/244/2444143/23_2009/spread_9sQjdk.jpg" id="ipfjGSGkBBF2RbCpM:" width="122" height="137" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:40hYDNO73Gy1kM:http://www.marieclaire.com/cm/realbeauty/images/An/rb-beach-bikini-1-0809-de.jpg" width="98" height="130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Seven: A Good Book (Series) *cough cough harry potter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:YbKdfzr53b8aiM:http://i31.tinypic.com/2akigic.jpg" id="ipfYbKdfzr53b8aiM:" width="100" height="140" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aWYcsmY56uX4CM:http://parentheticalthoughts.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/gossip-girl.jpg" id="ipfaWYcsmY56uX4CM:" width="84" height="129" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Eight: WATER! (bottle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:zAMKF65aTFclGM:http://www.oneinhundred.com/upfiles/upimg7/Stainless-steel-water-bottle---5001797.jpg" id="ipfzAMKF65aTFclGM:" width="116" height="116" /&gt; &lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nwrfI-sWngY0OM:http://www.treehugger.com/stainless%2520water%2520bottles.JPG" id="ipfnwrfI-sWngY0OM:" width="123" height="109" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Nine: A Summer Playlist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be based on your personal preference of course, but my summer of 2010 playlist includes: Lady Gaga, B.o.B, Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Drake, Coldplay, Britney Spears and others =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Nine: Toms Shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just ordered my first pair and I am super excited. Reid wears his all of the time and said they were so comfortable so i checked out the website and they have such cute shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.toms.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/82x54/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/i/file_226.jpg" alt="Womens Gold Glitters  TOMS Shoes Hero" title="Womens Gold Glitters  TOMS Shoes Hero" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.toms.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/82x54/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/w/-/w-cultranthro-blutangier-h_1.jpg" alt="" title="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.toms.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/82x54/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/i/file_248.jpg" alt="Womens Red Bridgeport Linen Classics TOMS Shoes Hero" title="Womens Red Bridgeport Linen Classics TOMS Shoes Hero" /&gt;      http://www.toms.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number Ten: Crazy Bling (as my mother so eloquently calls it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:1px;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:YJe0cpMw3OWaMM:http://juicycouturedeals.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/juicy_couture_charm_bracelet.jpg" id="ipfYJe0cpMw3OWaMM:" width="116" height="116" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/eiec/27/27983/27983_EC7246.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="Crystal bib necklace" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/eiec/27/27952/27952_EC7246.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdAr3" width="203" border="0" alt="Dahlia earrings" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's basically it =) I'm sure there are about 50 other "necessities" but i tried to pick the top ten most important ones to share with the world. Let Summer Begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-4023651070968445843?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4023651070968445843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-summer-top-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4023651070968445843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4023651070968445843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-summer-top-10.html' title='My Summer Top 10'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-9014243071110665347</id><published>2010-05-01T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:50:03.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Of Neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So basically, things have been ridiculously CRAZY for the past few weeks and i have not had time to post anything. The good news is that not much post-worthy stuff happened! In fact, nothing happened except for exams, work, some tests, a couple of papers and absolutely nothing fun. BUT NOW, it is summerrrr! Well, kind of. You see, technically i have two more exams. But they aren't until the 6th and the 13th so i'm pretending it is summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As i speak, i am sitting out at my boyfriends house (farmhouse actually) listening to him and his brother play guitars and banjos, while trying to simultaneously get tan and not burn. This is not an easy task for people like me (aka people who get tan on their bodies but burn on their faces). It's tragic, really it is. Oh well, at least it is sunny and 87 degrees! And in a few minutes we are heading out to the Haw River Festival, woooooo hoooray for summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-9014243071110665347?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/9014243071110665347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-of-neglect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/9014243071110665347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/9014243071110665347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-of-neglect.html' title='Blog Of Neglect'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8453772284676945712</id><published>2010-04-09T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:35:00.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close Yet So Far Away</title><content type='html'>I am so happy that the weather has been so beautiful recently. It has been in the 80's all week and the skies are bright blue. Thanks goodness i don't have allergies though because the pollen here is ridiculous. I came home the other day and my dogs nose was completely yellow (along with the cars, the houses, the sidewalks, the squirrels...you get the point). But pollen = almost summer, and summer =  I can't wait to go to the beach!!! The first thing i'm going to do when school gets out is go straight to the beach and not leave until August. HOWEVER! There are still 3 more weeks of school and with that comes...&lt;div&gt;2 research papers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 portfolio project of Elephants in Thailand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 quizzes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...3 final exams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my plan from a few weeks ago (to start paying more attention in class/reading/taking notes) hasn't been going so well. But who can blame me! It's PERFECT outside, and it is just cruel to keep students inside on days like this. Anyways, i figure that maybe now would be a better time to enact this plan because: A) i am running out of time, B) i am running out of time, and C) i don't have anymore TIME!!! On the bright side there are also some very fun things coming up as well like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Reid's 21st Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Megan's 21st Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jillian's bachelorette party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watching the NCSU Dance Company Concert &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...only 6 more days of class for me wooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be hard to focus on school with so much other more fun stuff to do, but i think even i can manage for another couple of weeks. I hope =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8453772284676945712?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8453772284676945712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-close-yet-so-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8453772284676945712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8453772284676945712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-close-yet-so-far-away.html' title='So Close Yet So Far Away'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7118796717724577878</id><published>2010-04-05T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:27:33.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Summer And I Can Feel It In My Bones!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, i can admit that the title to this post was a little crazy, but it's true!!!! This week it is going to get up to 92 degrees! Here is a little list of things that need to occur now that it is officially hot outside:&lt;div&gt;1. GET. A. TAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. start getting in shape for bikini weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. plant my garden...(im a little behind oops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. manage to do all of this and still pass my exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of exams...THEY ARE IN LESS THAN A MONTH! That means that this year is almost over, thank you little baby jesus. However, that also means that i need to start taking notes/reading/paying attention in class, oh well. AND since i only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, i officially only have 8 days of school left =) loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7118796717724577878?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7118796717724577878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-almost-summer-and-i-can-feel-it-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7118796717724577878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7118796717724577878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-almost-summer-and-i-can-feel-it-in.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Summer And I Can Feel It In My Bones!!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8193820406275816116</id><published>2010-03-27T23:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:40:49.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Just Bunny Food!!!</title><content type='html'>This vegan thing is a lot harder than i thought it would be! Don't get me wrong, i didn't think it was going to be a cake-walk, but i didn't realize how many random food items have milk products in them! I got halfway through a bag of Reese's Pieces today before i thought to check the ingredients, and it wasn't pretty.&lt;div&gt;My first day with an all vegan diet didn't go ALL wrong though. I got up and went with my mom to the farmers market in downtown durham and we bought some really good locally grown sweet potatoes and tomatoes! Growing up in an environmentally conscious city definitely makes this easier =) Overall, i could  feel a pretty big difference in how i felt after eating. I was still full, but i didn't feel heavy or sluggish, CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling very optimistic about this lifestyle change and excited to keep trying new foods and new ways of eating the old ones! Unfortunately, this means that my blog may read like a food diary for a couple of weeks...but i figured if i documented what i was eating it might help others try new ways of eating, and maybe i could get a few pointers too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast: whole grain muffin and a big fruit salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch: salad with onions, orange slices and poppy seed dressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner: sweet potato, orzo w/ stir fry onions, peppers and asparagus, home-made guacamole, and baguette with local honey (yummm my fav!)&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/4400548556686700161-8193820406275816116?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8193820406275816116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-just-bunny-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8193820406275816116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8193820406275816116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-just-bunny-food.html' title='It&apos;s Not Just Bunny Food!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8885470593007496046</id><published>2010-03-26T18:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:39:20.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Vegan Or Die Trying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/S61FmbwVT7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rIsDd8E4bjY/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/S61FmbwVT7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rIsDd8E4bjY/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453091250403364786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I am sick of eating animals and animal bi-products that have been obtained through cruelty and violence. I have been thinking about trying to go vegan for a while, but i think i am finally motivated enough to do it FOR REALS! Just because i have failed 5 or 6 times in the past doesn't mean it is &lt;i&gt;impossible&lt;/i&gt;. If you want to go vegan too but lack the motivation like i have in tha past, try this little gem call the "Meet Your Meat" video. Trust me, you will never want to eat animals OR their bi-products again. Not to mention that humans don't NEED these things to be healthy. If you don't agree with me, do your own research and come to your own conclusions, but just think: how can it be healthy to eat something that has been tortured and viciously murdered so you can eat it? Ugh. AND if one person doesn't eat meat for one year, on average that person will have saved about 90 animals from a horrific death. That sounds like some good karma to me! &lt;div&gt;Here are my main reasons for trying to be vegan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love animals, and don't want to support cruel factoring farming methods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animals are SMART! they know what's going on. Would you eat your puppy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Factory farming is VERY bad for the environment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not necessary to eat meat to be healthy. In fact it is kind of bad for you...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In conclusion it is cheaper, healthier, better for the environment, and cruelty free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to start on Monday. so i can get a fresh start, AND have time to stock up of fruits, veggies, nuts, whole grain junk and boca burgers. After all, i basically eat 24/7 so were gonna need some serious munchies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i end this post, i first want to say, that this is gonna be tough and i will probably mess up a couple bajillion times BUT with the help of some handy-dandy vegan cook books, websites and friends hopefully it won't be a complete disaster! &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/4400548556686700161-8885470593007496046?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8885470593007496046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-vegan-or-die-trying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8885470593007496046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8885470593007496046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-vegan-or-die-trying.html' title='Go Vegan Or Die Trying?'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FTkXN5_zwmo/S61FmbwVT7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/rIsDd8E4bjY/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8112113901371867243</id><published>2010-03-26T10:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:42:56.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Little Story To Start Your Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the first glorious day that i have had off work/school in about a month! I stayed up late (about 11:30...), made a list of awesome things to do today, and DID NOT set my alarm. However, at approximately 7:38 this morning i was awakened by the sound of a CHAINSAW. Apparently, my next door neighbors thought that 7:38 in the morning was a good time to do a little bamboo pruning. It is not a good time to do a little bamboo pruning. In fact, any time before 10:00 is not a good time for bamboo pruning. Anyways, i have decided to rise above it and look on the bright side: it is a beautiful warm sunny spring day, and now i get to enjoy even more of it. I AM going to write them one of those letter with the words cut out of magazines though, just to get my point across...&lt;div&gt;Here is a sampler of my to do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which proves that i am now, as my younger sister says, "a boring old fart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take down leftover christmas lights (it. is. March. No more excuses darn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go to the grocery store (my cats have officially destroyed all toilet paper rolls in the house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Do a little bit of spring cleaning (aka open all windows in the house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND 4. Spend as much time outside as possible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it! My exciting plan for my day off wooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8112113901371867243?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8112113901371867243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-little-story-to-start-your-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8112113901371867243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8112113901371867243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-little-story-to-start-your-day.html' title='A Funny Little Story To Start Your Day'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-180909329014683814</id><published>2010-03-11T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:07:48.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is 70 degrees, Duke is winning basketball, it is almost spring break, and there is NO MORE SNOW! Things are finally getting back to normal. Not to mention that the new season of Glee starts on April 13th....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywho, this is my last day of classes before spring break starts! Unfortunately, the family i nanny for somehow got me to work all through spring break so i cant go anywhere. It was a trick question! So to make up for that, i am skipping spanish next period so i can study for my history midterm at 4:30 ughh. BUT, then im done. I just have to keep saying that to myself! As long as the weather stays beautiful like this it won't matter where i am =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;On a completely different note: (and i warn anyone reading this that you will not appreciate what i have to say unless you watch Degrassi) that i just saw Spring Awakening, which was amazing, and the lead of Melchior was played by Jake Epstein (aka overemotional, distrubed CRAIG! I was in shock, particularly because he was about 50 yards away from me singing. That's all i will say about that, but everyone should seriously consider seeing Spring Awakening because it is very unique and brave for a musical (and the singing was REALLY good). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-180909329014683814?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/180909329014683814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/180909329014683814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/180909329014683814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring Is In The Air'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1840180934111136273</id><published>2010-03-02T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:58:19.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna For President</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm just going to come out and say it. I Watch The Bachelor. Yes, i know that it is a horrible show with weird people and hilariously dumb one liners. BUT, i get sucked in every single time. And i must say, that contrary to common belief, i for one was happy that Vienna was the one Jake chose. Tenley has to be the most annoying person i have ever watched on reality T.V (other than Ali, who unfortunately is going to be the new bachelorette), and i think i would have gagged if she won. The girl played Ariel on broadway...seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1840180934111136273?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1840180934111136273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/vienna-for-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1840180934111136273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1840180934111136273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/03/vienna-for-president.html' title='Vienna For President'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7536458372164807598</id><published>2010-02-23T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:59:54.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>byarghhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I am sitting in Southeast Asian Anthropology. It makes me want to cry. We just got our first test back, and for the past week all i have been saying is that i wont care as long as i get at least an 80% on it. Well guess what? I got a 79%. FML. That is only a C!!!! I am not okay with this situation especially since i need to maintain a 3.0 GPA to study abroad in Manchester. Grrrrr. I guess i will actually have to study for the next test or something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I now have the privilege of watching a THRILLING movie in this class about the Mekong river. The narrator is of course some white overenthusiastic english guy who gets excited over things like rice cultivation. Unfortunately, i drank two cups of tea this morning so i am wide awake. At least there aren't sub-titles, because i get motion sick when i have to read and watch at the same time ahahaaa sad but true. I definitely don't want a repeat of Cloverfield.....or Paranormal Activity......or The Motocycle Diaries......or, well you get the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On the bright side, my spanish class is cancelled for next period which is EXCELLENT! But i still have Latin American History afterwards. Hmmmm i think i feel my Mono acting up, maybe i should just go home early... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Loves It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7536458372164807598?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7536458372164807598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/02/byarghhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7536458372164807598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7536458372164807598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/02/byarghhhh.html' title='byarghhhh!!!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6626402482308676388</id><published>2010-02-22T12:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:00:54.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to start this post with a question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why do cats sleep all day and then decide to go crazy the second you turn off the lights to go to bed????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It just doesn't make sense to me. I have to remove everything breakable from EVERYWHERE in my house and then lock my bedroom door so they don't decide to run around my head all night. I'm assuming this is just a kitten thing, but if not i may need to see if Cesar Milan is Cat-savvy as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On another note, my new favorite show is My Life As Liz (and yes i am a big enough loser to have a "favorite show") SHE IS HILARIOUS. Basically it is one of those shows where, i look at her and am like, THAT is the story of my life. Anyway, all i am saying is that you should check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/shows/mylifeasliz/series.jhtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6626402482308676388?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6626402482308676388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/02/question-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6626402482308676388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6626402482308676388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/02/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the Day'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1976993297147739638</id><published>2010-02-08T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:06:03.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright internet people, here is the latest news in my life (in list form of course because i am lazy as all get out):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I am applying to study abroad in Manchester this fall woooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I had my 21st birthday last friday and will never drink again (even if it IS legal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Today i went to the pound and adopted to kitties!!!!!! muahahahahaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. My favorite/crazy/bestest friend Jane is coming to visit over spring break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, i am super excited for the following months =) Especially because in 3 to 5 business days --yes i am quoting a receptionist-- i will have two fury little kitties coming to live with me! One is super fluffy and HUGE because she is part Maine Coon, and the other is this super hyper little black and white guy who enjoys attacking anything that moves and eating scarves. I just hope they dont eat my hammy Gus Gus because he was here first, and that would suck. Also the second week in march Juanita (aka Jane) is coming to stay with me and we have been besties since 6th grade. In other words the second week in march will be a shit show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hopefully this semester will zoom by super quick because i am so ready for summer! NO MORE SNOW PLEASE!!!! NCSU apparently does not believe in snow days even when durham county has a grand total of 2 snow plows, so would prefer it if i didnt have to trudge through wet cold mushy stuff to get to class kthanksbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that was officially one of the most scattered posts ever but, that is the state of my mind most of the time. Welcome to my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1976993297147739638?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1976993297147739638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1976993297147739638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1976993297147739638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-news.html' title='Big News...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5684053706374367666</id><published>2010-01-23T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:53:17.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;News Flash: i am that girl who sits up front in class and has sneezing fits/ has to leave the classroom every 10 minutes to blow her nose. This is what my life has come to. But at least i have the courtesy to leave the classroom BEFORE i blow my nose unlike some sickos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyways, i have come to the conclusion that i am sick because i need to eat better SOOOOOO, i have decided to keep a food diary. I've heard this is a great way to see what you are eating (and not eating) in order to make yourself feel so disgusted by your eating habits that you have no choice but to change. The food journal charty thing even has a place to write in any exercise you do that day (unlikely) and how much water you drink. Water is definitely a key factor that i am not paying enough attention to. It clears the skin, hydrates your org(an)s and reduces the amount of Bert's Bees that i go through every week. I am starting tomorrow with breakfast so let the food journaling begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5684053706374367666?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5684053706374367666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/sickos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5684053706374367666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5684053706374367666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/sickos.html' title='Sickos'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8427202992259154984</id><published>2010-01-21T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:07:10.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Clash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I would like to begin with a question. Why do teachers purposely call on you when they know you don't know the answer? Honestly, i would really like to know! Personally i think that when a person spaces out, their brain makes a kind of dull buzzing noise. And somehow teachers can hear that noise! So they know to call on people when they have buzzing brain syndrome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On a different note, my 21st birthday is in 2 weeks yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8427202992259154984?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8427202992259154984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/spanish-clash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8427202992259154984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8427202992259154984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/spanish-clash.html' title='Spanish Clash'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7964351805019266954</id><published>2010-01-12T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:00:56.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>schooooool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember that time, like two weeks ago where i was bragging about only having class on tuesday and thursday? well, it's actually not that great hahahaaaa. It's not horrible, but four 1 hour and 15 minute classes in a row with only 15 minute breaks in between is kinda, not so much fun, at all. But this means that i dont have to drive to raleigh but twice a week wooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Another big change is the fact that i dropped out of the dance company ahhhhh! This may not seem like a big deal to some people but in the wise words of my good friend Sydney "Dude. You not dancing is weird." (then again this is also the girl who brings us "goodies" to anthropology hahahahaa but thats why i love her!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Overall i am hoping to god this semester goes quickly and without incident. So far this has been a fairly normal year (no weird injuries or awkward teacher/student moments) which makes me think i might be capable of being normal for a few months at a time =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anywho, i am looking into a study abroad in England for this coming fall, so HOPEFULLY i will have some interesting news coming up arghh but we shall seeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7964351805019266954?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7964351805019266954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/schooooool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7964351805019266954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7964351805019266954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/schooooool.html' title='schooooool'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7423886470471022844</id><published>2010-01-07T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:53:27.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruh Roh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Soooooo, it is only January 7th and i have officially ruined a good FIVE of my new years resolutions (so much for setting attainable goals hunh...) Oh well, this has still been a very restful and much needed vacation. Unfortunately, school starts again on monday, which is only 4 days away nooooooooooooo! I have no text books. No pencils. No motivation to learn. And absolutely NO CLUE where my classes are. You would think that after 3 years at this university i would be able to at least render a guess where my classes are, but i can't and its awkward. Oh well, i have 3 glorious days left to be a bum and then back to reality so now im going to go watch O.C reruns and paint my nails....toodles =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7423886470471022844?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7423886470471022844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruh-roh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7423886470471022844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7423886470471022844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruh-roh.html' title='Ruh Roh'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8801533816199831796</id><published>2009-12-30T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:57:02.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of An Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It's hard to believe that this time tomorrow it will officially be 2010! It's the start of a completely new decade not only on the calendar but also in my life, let the 20's begin! This time next year i will be getting ready to graduate college...ughhh, and that means job time. I don't know how all of these years went so quickly, sometimes i still feel like im in middle school and other times it feel like im an old geezer, which is kind of ridiculous but it can happen. This is also the time of year when people (including me) make ridiculous vow about how they can improve themselves in the following year. This year i have narrowed my list of New Years Resolutions down to ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. Get all A's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. Work out every day for at least 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. Be less judgmental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. Take time to meditate everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. Drive less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;6. Appreciate the little things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;7. Learn something new everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;8. Be a better sister/daughter/friend etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;9. Attempt to break my record of being vegetarian for 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;10. Meet one new person every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;These are all pretty awesome goals if i do say so myself, but they are also ACHIEVABLE, which we all know is kind of important. I am going to make a bunch of copies of this list and tape it in weird places so it is impossible to forget! Hopefully these resolutions will have a positive effect on me, and if they don't hopefully they will generate some funny moments, but i guess ill just have to wait and see =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8801533816199831796?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8801533816199831796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8801533816199831796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/8801533816199831796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-era.html' title='End Of An Era'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4473079693940648473</id><published>2009-12-22T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:38:35.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaand BREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is finally winter break. I am so happy. That's pretty much all that i had to say =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And also here are some super awesome things to look forward to in the next couple of weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-this wonderful little holiday called christmas (the DAY AFTER TOMORROW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-this other wonderful little holiday called New Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-the annual "no boys allowed" holiday party which has turned into a girls night out ON new years eve (in other words, this night will be long, crazy and most likely will leave a lasting impression on my liver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-the yearly ski/snowboarding trip courtesy of miss Eliza Bordley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-and the camp out for UNC v. NCSU tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yay! Lots of fun things to look forward to =) and no work. no school. no getting up early (unless i want to). and lots of time to hang out with old friends, take awesome pilates classes and go SHOPPING! woop woop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4473079693940648473?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4473079693940648473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaand-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4473079693940648473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4473079693940648473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaand-break.html' title='Aaaaaand BREAK!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1977162354383493051</id><published>2009-12-14T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:36:21.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Side Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;First of all, i am pissed because my hot picture of Taylor Lautner isn't showing up and trust me it is worth taking a look at. But the real problem here is that i am currently on page 5 of my 10-15 page osteology research paper, which:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A. has to be on directional asymmetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;B. is due in 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;C. is making my brain feel mushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And here i am hanging out on horrible internet sites like facebook, twitter ad blogger! (not that any of these sites are REALLY horrible, they just want me to fail this assignment) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So im sitting here trying to fill up at least 5 more pages with random facts about why people are right handed and what causes this phenomenon, and why these peoples right side humeri are longer blah blah blah, but if im being honest, there is only so many ways you can describe this! And so i have resulted to finding millions of articles and summing up what other people think about this, which really isnt that bad because thats basically what all anthropologists do right? And dont worry i cite everyone because lets be real, there is no way i came up with any of this information...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;OFF TO WORK AND STOP DISTRACTING ME COMPUTERRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1977162354383493051?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1977162354383493051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-side-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1977162354383493051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1977162354383493051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-side-note.html' title='A Little Side Note'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6743693008960099161</id><published>2009-12-10T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:49:19.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Something To Look At</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, apparently Taylor Lautner is in the running to be the next face (and body) of Giogio Armani's new fragrance and clothing line...i'm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://4C29B46D-25CB-407B-8AE1-1BC94FF31976/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6743693008960099161?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6743693008960099161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-something-to-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6743693008960099161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6743693008960099161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-something-to-look-at.html' title='Just A Little Something To Look At'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-877903893331693530</id><published>2009-12-09T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:12:26.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First And Last Day In Court...Hopefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Unfortunately, due to a minor infraction of the law, i was required to go to court yesterday in order to get slapped in the face by the durham county courthouse employees. I got up at seven and met with my lawyer who said we would only be in court for about 2 hours max. Well, the court opens up at 9 and i walk in, only to be surrounded by about 103 other delinquents (who all had very bad attitudes i might add). My mom sits down and starts to laugh because honestly, my sister and i look ridiculous in this room and then we get called up to the front with all of the other first time "offenders". To my horror, my mother knows the judge (story of my life). This is the point where i realized that not only will my sister and i be lectured in front of the entire court, but we will be humiliated and shamed by this older man who was friends with my grandmother. 11:00 roles around and we are still filling out paperwork in some ladies office, while she talks on the phone for 20 minutes. However, in retrospect i should have stayed in that office as long as i could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;When we finally get called up to the judge he looks at us and says: "now i never thought i'd see the day..." (this is the point where it gets embarrassing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;He then goes on to say that he knows our heritage and that we weren't raised to act like hooligans. He asks me where i go to college and when i tell him NCSU, he says that isn't a real college bahahahahaaa (like i haven't heard that one before!) Then he asks me what my art pathway was at DSA, and when i tell him, he asks me if i was any good, at which point i have a MAJOR brain fart and say "no sir". Apparently this was funny to the other 103 people in the court but not the judge, oops. After he ceremoniously tells us get out and never come back, he salutes my mother and it was all over. Whew...so i guess that could have been a lot worse. Aside from being called  child repeatedly and having someone pull the dead grandma card on me, i would have to say it went pretty well. And that is the first and last time i will ever go to a courtroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-877903893331693530?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/877903893331693530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-and-last-day-in-courthopefully.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/877903893331693530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/877903893331693530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-and-last-day-in-courthopefully.html' title='My First And Last Day In Court...Hopefully'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5314403137117561804</id><published>2009-12-08T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:25:17.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Over There --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;look at my cool widget thingy that has a countdown to Eclipse! woooo! i don't actually know what a widget is but if i rendered a guess that would be it. anyways, there's not much to say right now but im sure that after tomorrow i might have interesting material for a blog entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5314403137117561804?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5314403137117561804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-over-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5314403137117561804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5314403137117561804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-over-there.html' title='Look Over There --&gt;'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3220777090666614403</id><published>2009-12-01T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:50:56.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's finally December, so let's check out where things stand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;17 days until winter break officially begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 final exams to study for AND suffer through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 end of term papers to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1 theory mini-paper to make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;3 osteology labs to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND 1 court date to attend (don't even ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Basically, the next 2.5 weeks are going to be pretty horrible. Especially since i have left all of my studying for the last minute and my first (and hardest) final is in two days. But even in the midst of this crises it is SO hard not to spend the majority of my time watching christmas movies on tv and decorating my house with an inappropriate amount of holiday decor. On the bright side, the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show is on tonight woooo! Guess i will start studying tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3220777090666614403?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3220777090666614403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3220777090666614403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3220777090666614403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-december.html' title='It&apos;s December!'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1562873908393174506</id><published>2009-11-24T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:03:34.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw It Again, Don't Judge Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From the title of this post you can probably guess that i am referring to New Moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IT IS EVEN BETTER THE SECOND TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This may be because i wasn't going over a mental checklist of things from the book that they better not have left out (so help me god) or maybe it was because i wasn't surrounded by pre-pubescent middle school girls who screamed whenever they saw a naked torso. The first time i saw it one girl actually asked the screen, in a not so quiet voice, why jacob was wearing a shirt...NEWSFLASH! He. Can't. Hear. You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Despite seeing New Moon however, my day was pretty uneventful. I saw two of my super cute cousins and we did lots of fun activities like; making cookies, cutting out turkey hands and smelling perfume ads in magazines (although i don't think my sense of smell will ever be the same). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only thing about Kansas that is truly unbearable is the fact that it is currently 37 degrees outside and people don't think it is cold. I am dumbfounded. As any self-respecting southerner knows, anything under 55 degrees is just about cold as hell. it's just not acceptable (or my wardrobe isn't...) Oh well, the rest of the family comes in tomorrow and then the real fun begins as we get ready for Turkey Day, Which we always start off with a (drum roll please) PIZZA DINNER! hahaaa that always cracks me up, not that i am opposed in any way. I basically lived off of Hungry Howie's freshman year, and haven't died of congestive heart failure yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am now going to go try to learn a dance (via dvd) so that when i get back to dance after break our head of the dance department won't string me up by my ankles. And trust me, im not being dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1562873908393174506?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1562873908393174506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-saw-it-again-dont-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1562873908393174506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1562873908393174506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-saw-it-again-dont-judge-me.html' title='I Saw It Again, Don&apos;t Judge Me'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-459401655489435095</id><published>2009-11-23T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:19:02.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Was AMAZING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;First of all, i would like to say that i am just now writing about New Moon for several reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. Even though i saw it at midnight i needed a few days to let it sink in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. I am in Kansas right now so i will have plenty of time to discuss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. I seriously considered not blogging about it because this categorizes me as a Twihard geek (exhibit A http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLvNGZjMt8I&amp;amp;feature=channel )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways, i would like to say that i think i am a tiny bit more composed than my good friend and fellow twilighter was in this video. Although i did make Reid go to the theatre an hour before the show even started just so we could get prime seats, which as it turns out, wasn't as hard as i thought it was going to be ahahhaa (hooray for Northgate)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Basically the movie was amazing, and i have come to the conclusion that the reason the first movie sucked was because Catherine Hardwicke had absolutely NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS DOING. This isn't to say she is a bad director, i really liked Thirteen. But honestly stick with what you can do and don't "experiment" on a million dollar book franchise that will ruin hundreds of lives when it is unceremoniously butchered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Moving on: i only had about 3 cringe moments and i will let you all decide what those were so i don't mess up the movie-going experience. I also really like the wolf transformations. They aren't the highest quality but lets be real, anything is better than the "edward-glitters-in-the-sun" moment from Twilight. The characters were dead on from the book in my opinion and i respect the fact that the actors are trying to stick as closely to the books as possible. Taylor Lautner has a hot ass body and i didnt mind looking at it. The acting was way better than in Twilight, but again i attribute that to the fact that Catherine Hardwicke was no longer a part of the filming. The filming itself was also WAY better (no panning around and around and around while playing melodramatic opera music). And overall, the flow of the film was much more clear and stayed VERY close to the book, which i understand can be very difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Whew! Okay, i tried to just get all of that out of my system as fast as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aaaaaand SCENE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let's go back to the part where i said, "i am in Kansas". Every year my family and i travel to Kansas to celebrate Thanksgiving (or Let's Pretend We Were Friends With The Native Americans And Didn't Slaughter Them Shamelessly For Decades day) with my dads side o the family. As my dad is one of 10 kids, i think it is putting it mildly when i say that Thanksgiving is just about the biggest fiasco of the year, every year. It is very fun though. Last year my cousin even brought his pet goat (not part of Thanksgiving dinner, don't worry). Anyways i will be here until saturday so expect some pretty weird stories over the next few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-459401655489435095?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/459401655489435095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-was-amazing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/459401655489435095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/459401655489435095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-was-amazing.html' title='New Moon Was AMAZING'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1227613761403689055</id><published>2009-11-19T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:32:22.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, as i sit here, listening to my teacher prattle on about some white, male, bald anthropology theorist, i can't help but try to fill this hour and fifteen minutes with more exciting subjects. My personal favs include playing games on http://www.girlsgogames.com/ and secretly reading cosmo under my desk. But we all know that getting caught reading an article about lipgloss or painting pictures of kittens online are some pretty good ways to get in trouble with most teachers. In this particular class however, i can get away with pretty much anything because our crazy professor also happens to be a spanish sub at my old high school (not a compliment to her teaching abilities). Every once in a while i've been called on but usually it is possible to answer by simply REPEATING WHAT THE GIANT SLIDE BEHIND HER HEAD SAYS! Which is a hilarious yet acceptable way of getting out of a sticky "the -teacher-called-on-me-and-i-was-definitely-not-paying-attention" moment. Anyways, right now i am having a super hard time sitting still and focussing on my online painting project because in approximately 10 hours i will sitting in a theatre watching NEW MOON! I apologize in advance because after this entry, the next 857 will probably be reviews of this movie. But that is the beauty of free choice! I you don't want to hear about it, THEN DONT READ IT =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All i know is that this movie can do nothing but good things for the series. It just isn't humanly possible for New Moon to be worse than Twilight (which i watched in open mouthed horror). At least this director, Chris Weitz, knows how to handle a sci-fi movie and wont try to pull any dumb shit like computer animated body glitter. Honestly, any self respecting human being who has seen a Victoria's Secret Fashion Show knows that all it takes is some Supermodel Body glitter lotion and viola! Vampire sparkles in the sun! It is not that difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ooooookay my teacher is looking at me...i must have been typing very angrily to merit those awkward glances...ahahaaaaa. fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1227613761403689055?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1227613761403689055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored-in-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;List of Positive Things in My Life Right Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. in less than 24 hours i will be watching New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. this semester will be over in 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. the people i babysit for are awesome and pay me overtime in leftovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. next week i get to eat lots of unhealthy/fatty/delicious food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. i may or may not be getting all A's and B's this semester (ahaha does that count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. i finally learned what light switches go to what in my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. my bf is teaching me how to play the guitar (and let me just say that i am completely disillusioned because no one ever told me that playing guitar physically hurts, its just counter-intuitive and i hates it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. my archaeology professor asked me to borrow Twilight (ahahahaaaa awesome.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. after friday i never have to do "fitness walking" again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. i just bought really amazing smelling glitter lotion from VS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sooo that's that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And now i should probably do my hw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Or go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I mean i will be up all night tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So hw can probably wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Totes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4726261818507160570?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4726261818507160570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-counter-that-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4726261818507160570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4726261818507160570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-counter-that-last-post.html' title='To Counter That Last Post'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6298174730095908683</id><published>2009-11-09T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:31:31.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List Of Grievances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;There are approximately 5 things that are very wrong with my life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1. I have officially crashed my super awesome/ancient/dirty/aquarium of a honda passport =( This is a very sad event because my car has seen some funny times. Like all the times i went to sketchy parties and my friends and i ended up sleeping in it. And that time when all of our red body paint was melting off because it rained at the football game and my car loyally drove us home. And how i drove MYSELF to prom both years in my CAR!! And stuff. Basically i am devastated and may actually have a ceremony for my baby, which currently stands next to my house as a piece of yard art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2. This incident just happened to occur at a time when i am trying to commute to raleigh everyday for school, dance and work. This is fairly difficult since i don't have a car, and must now rotate with my family on a daily basis. Not to mention i am super paranoid about crashing again so i have officially turned into a granny driver. (do not honk at anyone you see driving 30 down the highway in a green Lincoln....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3. The dance piece i have been working on since AUGUST has been cut from our fall concert due to "technical difficulties". This actually isn't that upsetting in itself, its the fact that for the past 4 months i have spent about 7 hours a week working on this concert. Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4. There is cat litter all over my entire house. My boyfriend went out of town this weekend and so i got to take care of his two adorable baby kittens. =) They are super cute but super destructive and i can't find the vacuum or a broom (or any other cleaning products for that matter) in my house. Every time i take a step it is crunchy and my feet a sad about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5. I have three papers, a presentation and a test tomorrow. So far i have completed one paper and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;On that note....i should probably be productive and start trying not to fail epically tomorrow at everything i do. Let's end with some inspirational quotes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done...inexorably, unalterably done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;-Sara Teasdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Forever is composed of nows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;-Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6298174730095908683?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6298174730095908683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/list-of-grievances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6298174730095908683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6298174730095908683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/list-of-grievances.html' title='List Of Grievances'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-8795024352087542011</id><published>2009-11-03T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:05:53.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time of Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is definitely getting to be that time of year again. Only a few weeks left in the semester, a million things to due but absolutely NO work ethic to go along with the work load. Ughhh but were so close to winter break i can taste it!!! Unfortunately, approximately 9 exams, 5 labs, 7 papers, 2 presentations, 300 pages of reading, one week of non-stop dance rehearsals, and 45 days stand between winter vacation and today =( wah wah. However! I have devised a plan of attack to get through this last month of school! It involves to doing as little work as possible without letting my grades drop below a B+. I know, it's an AMAZING plan. I am still working out the part about HOW exactly that is going to happen, but its lookin pretty good right now. (I say as i spend a two hour break goofing off online instead of working...) But i have always been firm believer in never putting off until tomorrow, what can be avoided altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "&gt;This past month has been crazy though, so homework has taken the back seat, and important things like moving into my new house, getting our dance concert ready and playing with kittens have been my focus recently. I have once again offended the world of feng shui by painting my room a ridiculously childish color. First there was Reptar Green (yes, Reptar from Rugrats), Pumpkin Orange, and now....Hot Pink. And i loves it =) We had a halloween party the day we moved in (my sister and i that is) which was a horrible idea, but oh well, at least no one was mortally injured, kind of. But i foresee a great future of parties and shenanigans in the house's future which is exactly what is supposed to happen over winter break, and i CANT WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I should probably get off the internet now and do something useful like write my Theory of Anthropology paper which is due in 56 minutes give or take a few. So tata for now, and hang in there for a few more weeks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-8795024352087542011?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/8795024352087542011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So i randomly started reading Walt Whitman's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Leaves of Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; today and couldn't help but write down some of my favorite passages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Starting From Paumanok 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For your life adhere to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;myself really to you, but what of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Must not Nature be persuaded many times?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Song of Myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I celebrate myself, and sing myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And what i assume you shall assume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And you must not be abased to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do I contradict myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Very well then I contradict myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(I am large, I contain multitudes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I Sing the Body Electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(All is a procession,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay so i only made it to page 148, but thats not bad for one night =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1745744549477067525?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1745744549477067525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaves-of-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1745744549477067525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1745744549477067525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaves-of-grass.html' title='Leaves of Grass'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4483535259889102931</id><published>2009-10-15T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:03:10.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Amazing and Nobody is Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't know if my mom was trying to tell me something, but she sent this clip to me on facebook (yes i talk to my mom on facebook, its really not that weird). anyways, i literally laughed out loud at this guy. What he says is so true!!! I guess it's hard for us kids born after all this technology was invented to fully appreciate it, but all im sayin is i want my phone to get service in my bedroom so i don't have to go stand in the driveway to make a call, and yes that is my current living situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXStPqhLmIk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-4483535259889102931?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4483535259889102931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/everythings-amazing-and-nobody-is-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4483535259889102931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4483535259889102931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/everythings-amazing-and-nobody-is-happy.html' title='Everything&apos;s Amazing and Nobody is Happy'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1973267370564134473</id><published>2009-10-12T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:27:57.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Chair Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;As if on cue from my post last night, i had one of the weirdest dreams ever (and no it surprisingly didn't involve zombies). I dreamed that Reid and i went to a party at his grandma's house, where i have definitely never actually been, and both of our entire families were there. They proceeded to surprise us with the fact that we (reid and i) were getting married. Wow! a shower for a wedding we didnt know was happening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, we started opening presents and every single present we opened was a chair. All different kinds of chairs, wooden ones, plastic ones, barstools you name it. After i opened about 75 chairs i realized that this was kinda weird, and i turned to reid and said "what's with all the chairs? i dont think we have room for all of these chairs" and then some lady i have NEVER seen before in my life came up to me and said "you can never have too many chairs". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Weird ass dream hunh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Naturally i was curious what this dream meant, so i consulted my online dream guru and he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-top: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;To see a chair in your dream, symbolizes your need to sit down and take time out to contemplate a situation before proceeding. Or you just need to relax. Alternatively, it indicates that your feelings or ideas are being dismissed or cast to the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;To dream that someone is offering you a chair, suggests that you need to be open to taking and accepting advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;So basically i need a new dream guru because i could have written that shit. The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-1973267370564134473?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1973267370564134473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-chair-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1973267370564134473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1973267370564134473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird-chair-dream.html' title='Weird Chair Dream'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7462157311567706710</id><published>2009-10-11T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:10:39.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post is Dedicated to Ellen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I would like to start of by saying that this night has been a perfect example of my life story. There was laughter, nausea, horribly clumsy moments and even sci-fi adventures. Needless to say it was pretty darn exciting, so here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Basically i decided that Reid and i never get to have dates. After you've been with someone for 5 years going on dates is kind of pointless but i really wanted to go see a movie. In the end i talked myself into going to see "Paranormal Activity". This was a dumb idea because unlike normal people who watch movies and then LET IT GO, i have to dwell in fear over things like ghosts and sea monsters etc... It's because i've been gifted with such a vivid imagination you see. Ask anyone about the dreams i have on the reg and you will be shocked at the graphic plots i can come up with in my subconscious. I even texted my friend Ellen because she is one of the few people who could fully understand the repercussions of me seeing this movie. Here's a little snipet of that text for good measure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: reid and i are gonna go see paranormal activity and i am probably going to shit my pants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ellen: what in the hell, if you see a ghost my life will be over bc that means my biggest fear will be real. where are you going?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me: haha southpoint why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ellen: oh wait...that's a movie isnt it...i thought you were gonna be ghost hunters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(cue moment when i should have realized this evening was going downhill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, we got into the theatre and it starts off okay but then i realize that it is one of those movies where the camera is handheld by someone IN the movie the whole time, and i started getting motion sick.  (As a side note i feel obligated to say that this has happened before cough cough cloverfield, during which i tried to leave so i wouldn't puke on Reid but my foot was asleep and i fell down like 5 stairs on the way out) but thats not the point, the point is that Reid is the best boyfriend in the world and he left with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The good part about this was that we were able to sneak into Zombieland right next door. But while we were waiting for this movie to start i was still feeling super sick so i decided to go get us some popcorn and sprite. I ordered the food and just as i was leaving i managed to knock over the drink and it literally waterfalled (yes i realize that is not a word) over the counter and onto the floor. No lie, i saw this happen in slow motion and did nothing to stop it. Oops, well not exactly a big deal except i think they needed a shop vac the clean the flood of sprite up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Other than that, it was a pretty good date night! It was touch and go there for a little while but at least Zombieland was hilarious. And lets just say i know what to do if i ever get attacked by a zombie and it definitely involves a banjo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7462157311567706710?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7462157311567706710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-dedicated-to-ellen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7462157311567706710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7462157311567706710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-post-is-dedicated-to-ellen.html' title='This Post is Dedicated to Ellen'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-6943197884380109862</id><published>2009-10-10T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:16:28.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This weekend i am working 24/7. or 24/3, whatever, you get the point. You see as a nanny i have been given the task of baby-sitting a 3 year old all weekend while her parents are in Florida. Some people might scoff at this job and think anyone can do it. But let me tell you non-believers a little something, nannying is the best birth control in the world. it's officially day two and i am considering a hysterectomy. I have watched One hundred and One Dalmatians, The Little Mermaid, Lilo and Stitch (aka "Tito and Scritch" ahahaa), and Little Bill. I got up at 8:00 this morning and made breakfast, and then colored for about 2 hours. Let's just say, my creative juices are NOT flowing. Anyway, tomorrow we are going to the Museum of Life and Science, RAIN OR SHINE, because i have to get out of this house and i secretly really want to see the new dinosaur exhibit muahahaha! If you don't hear from me for a while it's probably because i am going to sleep for the next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is it weird that i am getting a babysitter for tonight so i can go see Grease at DPAC??? I didn't think so either =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-6943197884380109862?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/6943197884380109862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend-i-am-working-247.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6943197884380109862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/6943197884380109862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weekend-i-am-working-247.html' title='Nanny of the Year'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2904265444006548857</id><published>2009-10-08T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:55:52.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Really Scared of Mutants BTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am currently sitting on my couch watching The Vampire Diaries (duh) and my extremely large rottie is snoring "gently" next to me. It's always good to watch scary shows with a big dog, so you are protected from bad guys. I wish i could take her with me when i go visit Reid out at the farmhouse though. The driveway is a dirt road and i feel like mutants are trying to kill me the whole way to the house. I know that most people are afraid of dumb things like spiders and mice but i am TERRIFIED of mutants. Not like zombies or anything, i am talking about the inbred "hills have eyes" kind of mutants. There is nothing more creepy than some heinous, drooling, monstrous scary guy chasing after you with an axe. Wow, that was seriously morbid and now im scared. okay good talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2904265444006548857?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2904265444006548857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-really-scared-of-mutants-btw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2904265444006548857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2904265444006548857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-really-scared-of-mutants-btw.html' title='Im Really Scared of Mutants BTW'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-5297804337189589319</id><published>2009-10-05T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:55:23.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This has been the LONGEST day ever. After a ripe 4 hours of sleep i leapt out of my bed full of energy and sunshine. I then had the pleasure of nannying from 8-12, which was just dandy. After a bountiful meal of 2 chewy bars and some cheese i was lucky enough to go to dance for five hours, where i had to make up a dance and show it in front of the whole class (i did not know we got this assignment about a month ago) but i think it went pretty darn good all things considered ahahahaa. Basically no one said anything and i just went and sat down again, classic. After that little fiasco i had to go volunteer at the salvation army where i am SUPPOSED to be tutoring middle schoolers. However, i was put in the nursery with three little brats who thought it was funny to hit me on the head repeatedly with a plastic hammer. Around 9 i headed on my merry way to the library (for the first time since sophomore year) to study for a Theory of Anthropology midterm that i will be lucky to get a 40% on. This is teacher who introduced herself as a former spanish sub at my old high school, and i quote FML. When i finally finished going over all the tiny insignificant details about old racist men who had a serious case of wanderlust, i ran through the pouring rain to my car so i could finally go home =) BUT the highway people have once again decided to make our 4 lane highway, a one lane donkey trail. Needless to say after my 13 hours drive from raleigh to durham i was very tired so i ate macaroni and here i am...GOODNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-5297804337189589319?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/5297804337189589319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5297804337189589319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/5297804337189589319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4149572455232161768</id><published>2009-10-03T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:55:03.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Quinn Is The Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hmm i don't know how to say this, but basically the Gospel Music Channel is doing a Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman marathon. I LOVE DR. QUINN MEDICINE WOMAN. I used to stay up late and watch it when i was little and it seemed sooo scandalous. But now it's just really awesome and i wish i could watch it everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So i was watching it the other day and i decided that if Hank was a real person (the character, not the actor) i would probably try to get with him. Now don't get me wrong, i am in a longterm VERY serious relationship (shout out to my boo Reid heeeeey) but im just sayin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="border:1px solid;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:F6n905PgSrEyKM:http://static.diary.ru/userdir/1/1/2/9/1129401/39580825.jpg" width="114" height="121" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Look at the long golden locks....the scruffy man face...not to mention he's a complete scoundrel which we all know is unfortunate BUT not the end of the world haha. I guess it's also a good show for it's historical stuff and good morals blah blah blah but seriously, Hank makes the show =) Anyways, in the end i decided to google him and then i found out he is a 46 year old unmarried guy from Lawrence Kansas, and let's just say i don't do "Kansas" very gracefully (long story). Can't win em' all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4149572455232161768?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4149572455232161768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/dr-quinn-is-shit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4149572455232161768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4149572455232161768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/dr-quinn-is-shit.html' title='Dr. Quinn Is The Shit'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-1669808194809384763</id><published>2009-10-02T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:54:35.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have  A Sci-Fi Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So go ahead and judge me if you want, but i am perfectly okay with my sci-fi obsession. It's a problem i've had since i could read. You name it; Harry Potter, Twilight, Lord of the Rings, The X-Files, House of Night...i've probably read it (multiple times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways what im getting at is this: i usually stick my my rule to always read books before i see the movie or t.v show it becomes. However, i started watching the Vampire Diaries on t.v first and im a little ashamed/a little pissed at how much it copied Twilight/really into this show so you should check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vampirediaries.net/images/graphics/blog/premiere.jpg" alt="Vampire Diaries pic" width="380" height="453" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At the very least, the vampy men are super ripped and fun to look at, and Ian Somerhalder is pretty hilarious at times. You can't say no to a shirtless vampire, it's just a bad idea for your general welfare =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4400548556686700161-1669808194809384763?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/1669808194809384763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-sci-fi-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1669808194809384763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/1669808194809384763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-sci-fi-problem.html' title='I Have  A Sci-Fi Problem'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-4493793660978960717</id><published>2009-10-01T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:54:04.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapple Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, whenever i drink snapple, i always get that stupid "fun" fact that the average human eats 8 spiders in their life. And i really don't even believe those things anymore but i had a seriously inappropriate encounter with a spider the other day that involved my mouth. As you probably know, i have got a horrible case of bronchitis and have been carrying a giant water bottle around with me so that when i have a cough attack i can try not to gag in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;However, my no gagging plan was thwarted the other day when i took a giant sip from my water bottle and i felt something in my mouth. So naturally i stick my finger in my mouth and take out whatever the "thing" was. AND it just so happened to be a spider. IN MY MOUTH. it was one of those super creepy, neon green spiders, and im still waiting for my spidey senses to kick in (but i think i got a defective spider). Anyways, moral of the story is: if you have a super janky car that is plagued with spiders, DO NOT, i repeat DO NOT, leave your water bottle in the car overnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Otherwise, your snapple dreams/nightmares will come true. Hates it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-4493793660978960717?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/4493793660978960717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/snapple-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4493793660978960717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/4493793660978960717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/snapple-lies.html' title='Snapple Lies'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-3091893097538900519</id><published>2009-10-01T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:53:45.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Changed My Ringtone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;One of the classes i am enrolled in this fall is a community psychology class, and as a part of our grade we are required to volunteer at our local salvation army. This was the reason i signed up for this class in the first place because i am about as far away from a psych major as you can get, i am an archaeology major thank you very much! But i liked the idea of doing something in the community and this helps me graduate so why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I decided to try and go into this experience without judgement or any preconceived notions about the people i would be working with, but of course that is much easier said than done. When i pulled into the parking lot the first thing i saw was two men getting into a fist fight right outside the building. I thought about turning around right then and maybe calling in with a sudden onset of swine flu, but then i saw a woman with three small children going into the building as though nothing were wrong. Needless to say this made me feel like a big baby who needed to "put her big girl panties on" (as my aunt always says). So i bucked up my courage and sprinted into the building after the woman and her children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When i got inside i shocked at how lighthearted and happy the atmosphere was. Clearly although these women and children had been through the mill they had not given up hope and were happy to have a place to live and eat, however temporary the relief may be. I found the woman in charge and she directed me to the children's homework room where i would be tutoring the children who lived in the shelter and helping them with their homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I stood there looking awkward for i minute and then i saw a little girl sitting in the corner reading over a homework packet. I went over and asked if she needed any help and soon we were flying through her work and giggling about random things that 9 year old girls do (sometimes i revert back to childhood around children, its a gift...haha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finally it was time to pack up and head out. The little girl heard my phone go off, and embarrassingly my ring tone is Miley Cyrus. She looked up at me and said, "Miley Cyrus has three houses and i don't even have one. That's why i don't like her anymore." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't imagine how hard that must be for a child to understand, hell i can't really understand it! I said i didn't think it was fair either, and she gave me a hug and walked over to meet her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't know why that stuck out so much to me, but i guess we all forget how much children understand and notice even at such a young age. I don't know what the moral here is, or if there even is one exactly but i do know that i am very glad that i am doing this class and i think that everyone should put themselves out there and try to help others who are less fortunate. It is definitely scary at first, but it is worth it in the end =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-3091893097538900519?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/3091893097538900519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-changed-my-ringtone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3091893097538900519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/3091893097538900519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-changed-my-ringtone.html' title='Why I Changed My Ringtone'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-2542865297886755901</id><published>2009-09-28T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:53:20.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Town Called Forks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; would like to start this post with a question: Is it wrong that whenever it rains, i pretend like i'm in Forks?? All i'm saying is if you had to walk around a college campus wearing a raincoat, galoshes and GOGGLES for a week, you would need to get creative too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Not to mention i've never exactly understood the point of getting all dressed up to go to class. Now don't get me wrong, i am definitely not a tomboy. But i am NOT trying to wear heels, a dress and makeup to my osteology class. Whatever floats you boat though, if you have time to do that, then more power to you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyways my point is, this time of year in north carolina is WET! But you never know exactly when it's going to start raining. However, i can guarantee if you decide not to take your raincoat because it's sunny and the birds are chirping, it will be pouring buckets the second you get out of class, so it's best to be prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I've got a special trick though! If you pull the drawstrings really tight on the hood of your raincoat and wear your backpack UNDER the raincoat you can stay relatively dry. It does give you a slightly crazy quasimodo look, but at least you won't look like a drowned cat when you take it off (and lets be real, no one can pull off the drowned cat look). And if you go to a university that is anything like mine, always watch where you are stepping because bricks are HAZARDOUS! Whoever decided to pave all the walkways with bricks is a sadist because they are slippery, wobbly and uneven on a good day, and rain does not help that little situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, enjoy the sun while it's out! And if it starts to rain you can always pretend like you are in a super awesome rainy vampire novel wink wink =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-2542865297886755901?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/2542865297886755901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-would-like-to-start-this-post-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2542865297886755901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/2542865297886755901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-would-like-to-start-this-post-with.html' title='A Little Town Called Forks'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-9096094633428087660</id><published>2009-09-27T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:52:59.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Being Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You know that cold that everyone gets in the fall where you just can't stop coughing no matter what? And you have to leave class to go get water and everyone looks at you with completely disgusted looks on their faces? AND you try to hold your cough back so you end up doing that awkward "hold your breath but look like you're having a seizure" thing? Yeah, that was my weekend. Thank god i was sitting at a table in the back during the wedding ceremony so i could casually duck under the table and hack up my lungs in privacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Other than that slight inconvenience, it was a really great weekend. I met my boyfriend's ENTIRE family (and trust me, if you knew my family you would understand why this was easy), and the only thing i could think about was how normal they were compared to mine. There was a lot of wine, Michael Jackson dance moves and good laughs. I even yelled at a bell hop statue because i though he was real and being unhelpful by just standing there (no wine was involved at this point, embarrassing, i know). Even the torrential downpour during the ceremony didn't put a damper on the party. It did put a damper on my hair though when we had to run two blocks to the after party, but no long term damage done, other than the fact that i may have tuberculosis but oh well! More to come later but right now, my bed is calling me and my nyquil filled body to sleep. tata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-9096094633428087660?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/9096094633428087660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-of-being-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/9096094633428087660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/9096094633428087660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Sick of Being Sick'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7234858515431346824</id><published>2009-09-25T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:52:37.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; had my entire night planned out so that i would be able to get everything done, get plenty of sleep, and get up in the morning ready to go from P.E to baby-sitting to Osteology to beaufort for a wedding. However, SOMEONE decided to make the highway into ONE lane, and my 20 minute drive took 2 hours. This drive, along with the combination of the smell of fresh tar and the 2 generous bottles of Nyquil i managed to consume today made that drive, well even more interesting.  As you can see i am a bit behind schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Soooo let's see here: it is 12:43 in the morning and i have approximately 6 hours and 17 minutes to go get gas, clean out my car ( a feat in itself), take a shower, dry my hair, paint my nails, pack for the wedding this weekend AND sleep before i have to get up at 7:00am. Now this wouldn't be such a daunting task if the reason i had to get up at 7 didn't involve "fitness walking" around campus for 2 hours in a heinous P.E uniform. Unfortunately, being the last minute mess that i am, i have waited until the (go figure) LAST MINUTE to do all of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BUT that is the price we procrastinators pay to keep up with the rest of the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Goodnight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7234858515431346824?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7234858515431346824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-minute-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7234858515431346824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7234858515431346824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-minute-mess.html' title='Last Minute Mess'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4400548556686700161.post-7618323078847010882</id><published>2009-09-24T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:52:08.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For An Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You know that feeling when you've just had an amazing adventure and you are so full of life and excited to be HERE, on THIS planet, doing exactly what you're doing?? Well, that is NOT where i am right now. It's back to school full force. Back to homework. Back to boring lectures on "theory" of anthropology. Back to walking around a land of bricks and construction. I definitely have got that familiar feeling again, it's time for an adventure! But what to choose? Given that i am enrolled in university and can not exactly drop out and leave the country without angering a large number of people (including the people who pay for said schooling), i figured i would plan a trip for the summer of 2010! Or look into a study abroad, but hey! Why not both?? Anyways, this blog might be more a a stream of conscience rant, than an intellectual discussion on life, but that's my life so there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(88, 88, 88); line-height: 21px; font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hopefully, i can get my thoughts together on where this trip will be going, who will be going, and how much it will cost Yikes! But until then, time to brainstorm crazy ideas for a fun adventure! Any ideas for a fun summer trip?? Maybe a cross-continental european adventure hmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4400548556686700161-7618323078847010882?l=allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/feeds/7618323078847010882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-that-feeling-when-youve-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7618323078847010882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4400548556686700161/posts/default/7618323078847010882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatglistensisnotgold.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-that-feeling-when-youve-just.html' title='Time For An Adventure'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10266700161632433685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEnKMCuipHA/TlFN56E3LbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4-qNaBtsBOo/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B22.55.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
