<?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-8399507795871264314</id><updated>2011-10-12T11:00:21.494-05:00</updated><category term='boring'/><category term='Locks of Love'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='Cakewrecks'/><category term='e'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='work'/><category term='hair'/><category term='Julie'/><title type='text'>Mumbles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7306587437451564916</id><published>2011-08-20T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:02:03.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://hellogiggles.com/being-in-like-emotional-promiscuity-and-a-boy-named-ari"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today and Holy Crap I felt like it was something I had wanted to say but never did. This is me and I like knowing someone else was treating their heart the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent the last two ( &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Six for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) years of my life dodging dates as though the mere act of dating may cause a terminal illness. My excuses were limitless. “I don’t have time.” “I’m not ready.” “He wears jean shorts.” Okay, that last one truly is a deal breaker and a legitimate excuse to turn someone down; the point is, I’d do and say anything to get out of a date. I know what you’re thinking: “Who hurt you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I love love so much. So much, that in the absurdity of my early 20s, I freely lent my heart to an unworthy male who used it as a yo-yo, sending my emotions into a frenzy and jerking them around. When my heart was returned to me, I held on tightly to all the pieces. Putting those pieces back together took time, self-improvement and work. In the time it took for the new me to get back to the old me, I got really super cocky. Not like in a way where I think I’m better than everyone; more in the way that I’m like, too good for every guy. You follow? Okay.  So, you can imagine how hesitant I’ve been to give my “TOO GOOD FOR YOU” heart away again. So I decided not to take that risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe until today. I am scared as heck and have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/span&gt; what I am doing. Will we have the same political beliefs? Does he actually want a relationship? Does he care that I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt; catholic? Agh what if we thought we had alot in common only to find out we have nothing in common? What if I am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;WAYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more attached to him then he is to me? I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;FLIPPING OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-7306587437451564916?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7306587437451564916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7306587437451564916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7306587437451564916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7306587437451564916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-found-this-today-and-holy-crap-i-felt.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1139085573613348211</id><published>2011-08-17T02:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:08:33.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>That awkward friend with like ten bags packed for a three day trip because I have to be prepared for EVERYTHING. Snake bites, snow storms, and the apocalypse. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1139085573613348211?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1139085573613348211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1139085573613348211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1139085573613348211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1139085573613348211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1970330033913871389</id><published>2011-08-15T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:05:17.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage</title><content type='html'>This whole time passing and speeding up thing is going to kill me. I know DUH, but really. Today I came across a website that was talking about Polly Pockets. Not those crap things that we have today but the Polly Pockets of 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-zLp_E1r40/TklQph8e0fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oBPvUl68gxo/s1600/LotImg52157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-zLp_E1r40/TklQph8e0fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oBPvUl68gxo/s320/LotImg52157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641128682675163634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31_8DrvlWRk/TklQprZhu4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hS6_H4DTZxM/s1600/__kgrhqj__jye4olvzj66boshvcrmzw__0_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31_8DrvlWRk/TklQprZhu4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/hS6_H4DTZxM/s320/__kgrhqj__jye4olvzj66boshvcrmzw__0_12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641128685212908418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, those. And then I went to said website and noticed that the seller CALLED THEM VINTAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aren't vintage...right? I mean, vintage is like 50's housewife aprons and 60's bellbottoms and farrah faucet hair. RIGHT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have had a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have emailed the seller and told her what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have cried a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1970330033913871389?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1970330033913871389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1970330033913871389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1970330033913871389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1970330033913871389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-whole-time-passing-and-speeding-up.html' title='Vintage'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-zLp_E1r40/TklQph8e0fI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oBPvUl68gxo/s72-c/LotImg52157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6048326618925433185</id><published>2011-08-12T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:40:09.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS</title><content type='html'>GoodReads saved my life I think. I just need to figure out a way to make more money so I can buy new ones. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6048326618925433185?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6048326618925433185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6048326618925433185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6048326618925433185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6048326618925433185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/books.html' title='BOOKS'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5419185490144359979</id><published>2011-08-12T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T03:31:23.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Romance: French roll twist and pin how to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hairromance.com/2011/02/french-roll-twist-and-pin-how-to.html?spref=bl"&gt;Hair Romance: French roll twist and pin how to&lt;/a&gt;: &amp;quot;French rolls were a huge trend on the red carpet so far this season and here’s a twist &amp;amp; pin version I’ve been wearing for a while....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I need to do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5419185490144359979?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hairromance.com/2011/02/french-roll-twist-and-pin-how-to.html?spref=bl' title='Hair Romance: French roll twist and pin how to'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5419185490144359979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5419185490144359979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5419185490144359979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5419185490144359979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/hair-romance-french-roll-twist-and-pin.html' title='Hair Romance: French roll twist and pin how to'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2678321284549524378</id><published>2011-08-12T01:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:35:13.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a mini panic attack today while standing in the frozen foods section at Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of said freak-out? I couldn't decide what to make for dinner since Boy roommate and I were both going to be home tonight. My freak-out started with thoughts of, &lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;                      " If I can't decide what to make for boy roommate one time this week, how am I going to make dinner for my future ( currently non-existent) husband EVERYDAY!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm standing between frozen pizzas and frozen cod bricks, wondering how I am going to make it in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should of paid attention more when mom cooked EVERY NIGHT FOR HER FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to suck at being a wife. My husband will have to survive on frozen hungry man dinners FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2678321284549524378?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2678321284549524378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2678321284549524378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2678321284549524378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2678321284549524378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-mini-panic-attack-today-while.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5356335406868181840</id><published>2011-07-22T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:44:48.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am starting 60 day yoga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to hawaii in 60 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5356335406868181840?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5356335406868181840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5356335406868181840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5356335406868181840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5356335406868181840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomorrow-i-am-starting-60-day-yoga.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3437887095203979490</id><published>2011-01-14T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:46:48.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up</title><content type='html'>I dont want to give up but I love food and candy toooo much. The End. Peace, Love, and Fat City Here I Come, Mumby&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3437887095203979490?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3437887095203979490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3437887095203979490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3437887095203979490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3437887095203979490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/01/giving-up.html' title='Giving up'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2009599240592721270</id><published>2011-01-13T07:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:40:20.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday aka Day Three</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I didn't work out. :( I'm disappointed in myself because I didn't really make an effort to make time for it. But at the same time I'm glad I didn't because I spent freaking FIVE hours just doing the homework for my macroeconomics class. I was on the brink of tears and quitting school all together. I'm so close to finishing and at the same time so far since I keep dragging it out by going part time so, that I can keep my grades and my job. Sigh. I am tired of my job, tired of school, tired of waiting outside the glass box, trying to get something accomplished and seeing the prize but failing to reach it.  I just don't know where to go from here. I'm frustrated today and it isn't even 8am yet. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2009599240592721270?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2009599240592721270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2009599240592721270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2009599240592721270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2009599240592721270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/01/yesterday-aka-day-three.html' title='Yesterday aka Day Three'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5918507347993734631</id><published>2011-01-11T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:34:43.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work out day two</title><content type='html'>So, day two has arrived and gone. Kristen and I started hip hop abs but I started giggling so much I couldn't keep up. So, we decided to go for a run on the coldest day yet. We did four miles plus an ab workout, strength training and some yoga to finish. It feels so fantastic. On top of that, working out makes me want to eat better as well. Week two of no pop and I am feeling awesome. Im also trying to include a lot more veggies. Im pretty proud of myself. 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It was p to be a lot of outside work but since it snowed last night and this morning we decided to do a workout video. Normally that would be fine. Here's the catch. I let kristen choose. Bad idea. Of course she chose to work on p90x. Awesome. Half way through I was gasping for air and begging for mercy but I pushed through the whole how and ended up finishing. It was awesome. I felt amazing afterward. Only problem is that within two hours I was so sore I could barely drive to work, let alone work as well. Lol. But I'm excited to see my progress. Aren't the first two weeks the hardest? I'm also watching what I eat. Which means no more pop :( and way less junk food. I was doing really well today until my boss informed me that she made me sugar cookies with glittery hot pink icing. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww how sweet! Except I'm trying to eat healt, ok just one. (I mean, I don't want to be rude.) And then after that one cookie, crash and burn. A small bag of chips and an orange juice later I'm sitting in the office wondering what happened and how I got here. What a struggle. First thing to work on, self control. Sighhh. Tomorrow is strength and ab training as well as my first day of school which means getting up at seven. Yuck.  Peace, love and chicken nuggets, Mumby&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3637372533408642335?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3637372533408642335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3637372533408642335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3637372533408642335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3637372533408642335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-official-day.html' title='First official day'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6205498661203709445</id><published>2010-12-16T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:29:31.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Kristen's 24th Birthday...I have the hiccups....that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6205498661203709445?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6205498661203709445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6205498661203709445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6205498661203709445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6205498661203709445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-is-kristens-24th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6258438346442853532</id><published>2010-09-23T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:12:43.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially have officially ten followers. Let us get together and party. Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6258438346442853532?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6258438346442853532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6258438346442853532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6258438346442853532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6258438346442853532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-officially-have-officially-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8929519790817252429</id><published>2010-09-08T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:59:21.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I please be in Japan right now? Or London? Or Hawaii? Or pretty much anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am discontent and dangerous. Discontent in the everyday and dangerous because I don't know for sure that this is something I still want to be doing next year, month, week....tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for a change. It doesn't have to be a huge change, a big change , a large change, or even a medium-sized change. I just need a small one to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing on my agenda is to start taking photos again. I LOVE photography and I haven't picked up my camera in MONTHS. Tomorrow I am taking it to school with me. Even if that means lugging around all the heaviness. Its going with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: text Kenz tomorrow and tell her to wear puddle jumping shoes. We are taking rainy day shots. ( She doesn't know this yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one to the "Crystal Mumby Recovery Of Soul Project": Take a picture that makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8929519790817252429?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8929519790817252429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8929519790817252429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8929519790817252429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8929519790817252429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-i-please-be-in-japan-right-now-or.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7810475396716899633</id><published>2010-09-08T00:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:48:45.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to be so so scared of thunderstorms, but now they seem to calm me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rolling thunder, the land lighting up as lightning brightens the night sky and the flash flooding. &lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the sound of rushing water sweeping over the hood of my car as I drive to wo..OH MY GOD!!!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOOD WARNINGS?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN AWAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN TO HIGH GROUND! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHERE IS MY FREAKING ARK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, that is my first post for September. what the heck? the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-7810475396716899633?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7810475396716899633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7810475396716899633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7810475396716899633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7810475396716899633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-used-to-be-so-so-scared-of.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3179938600823196800</id><published>2010-08-19T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:23:21.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember that one post a few posts ago where I was all sunshine and kittens about working out and losing weight? I'm pretty sure I haven't worked out since. epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the Rehearsal Dinner and the wedding is TOMORROW!!! I'm so excited slash nervous. I know it's not about me AT ALL. I'm mainly afraid I'll fall and bust my face on stage or something equally clumsy. sounds about right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3179938600823196800?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3179938600823196800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3179938600823196800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3179938600823196800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3179938600823196800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/remember-that-one-post-few-posts-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3155765509824553253</id><published>2010-08-17T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:50:54.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh sweet Jesus. I am so burnt right now. and the wedding is in THREE FREAKING DAYS! ( not mine for those who don't know.) My Best friend Mackenzie is marrying HER best friend Garrett and it's going to be sunshine and daisies and tomatoes( cuz of me)...but! The lake was AWESOME. Except on my last run I caught a toe-side edge and freaking face planted and OMG IS MY NOSE BROKEN?! Other then that, EPIC. Gah, I love the lake. It was frickin hot as Hades though, and the water was so warm it felt like a bath. BUT REALLY. IT WAS AWESOME. I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( No worries, Kenz. I will be all tan and awesome looking by the wedding. I'm mostly exaggerating about being a tomato. My sunburns fade pretty quickly. thank the gods. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home to TWO postcards! TWO. pretty excited about that. ( note to self. find scanner that is buried in garage so I can start posting the pretties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also arrived home to OmgHumidityPleaseRainAlready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats my post-vacay post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3155765509824553253?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3155765509824553253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3155765509824553253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3155765509824553253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3155765509824553253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-sweet-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3121322560589387139</id><published>2010-08-02T06:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T06:43:57.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today is the fourth anniversary of my huge break up with my ex. Last night my sister asked me if I was going to cry. I took a breath and said no. Of course that was before I dreamt about him all night.( really subconscious? REALLY?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand this hold he has over me. I just don't. I still miss him. I still do thngs or go places I know he would love and so then I think about him while I'm doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some days, like today for example, I remember how terribly it all ended and instead of being angry, I'm just completely hurt all over again. I just want this to be over. I just want to be rid of him. But he seems to be popping back into my life alot more then I would like, which of course, puts him on my mind again. Sigh. I just want SOMETHING to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3121322560589387139?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3121322560589387139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3121322560589387139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3121322560589387139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3121322560589387139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-today-is-fourth-anniversary-of-my_02.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3635458060026523391</id><published>2010-08-01T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T08:45:56.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should of posted this yesterday. ACTUAL Conversation I had with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, sometimes you have the BEST sex-hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm saving my sex hair for marriage. That's I-just-spent-7-glorious-hours-in-bed-asleep-and-woke-up-late-for-work-hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, either way, it's like, dead sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3635458060026523391?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3635458060026523391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3635458060026523391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3635458060026523391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3635458060026523391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-should-of-posted-this-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8052522837032940283</id><published>2010-07-24T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:20:37.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I sat up in bed at exactly 7:17. A whole 13 minutes before my alarm was to go off. So off I went and threw on some workout clothes and went for a walk in the early morning light. As I walked along with a slight cool breeze to my back I made big plans ( for me) in my head. &lt;br /&gt;Why, I feel so great this morning I might do a whole 2 miles! But as I walked on I noticed a slight pain in my legs and had to cut my walk to a measly 1/2 mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was SO sad. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so discouraged when I am trying so hard only to be hindered by me being overweight! So I ended my walk, returned home and went on to the Farmer's Market this morning with the family. After lunch ( where I had a HUGE salad...whoo me!) We came home and piddled around the house. I took a small nap, watched a movie and then decided I was feeling restless, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T WANT TO BE INSIDE ANYMORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CHANGE for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't want to lay around. I actually wanted to be outside. I was so proud of myself. So I grabbed Granny and we walked a mile. :) So, I was only 1/2 mile short of my previous ideas. HA! the best part is. I feel fantastic. I am getting myself up, I'm making a change, and its a good change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see where I go from here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8052522837032940283?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8052522837032940283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8052522837032940283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8052522837032940283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8052522837032940283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-i-sat-up-in-bed-at-exactly-717.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5238269904818407484</id><published>2010-07-16T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:26:46.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Living at home has definite advantages. No rent to pay, Mom feeds you delicious home cooked meals, no bills to really worry about, lights, water, a/c, satellite, and high speed internet. Being surrounded by my family who I am ridiculously close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downside. coming home after working my butt off at work on an 11 hour shift and having your mom nag you....sucks. days like this, I seriously can not wait to move out and just see my ridiculously close family when i want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5238269904818407484?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5238269904818407484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5238269904818407484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5238269904818407484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5238269904818407484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/living-at-home-has-definite-advantages.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3526494048783913022</id><published>2010-07-02T01:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:02:15.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Casey Huggins, this post is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I smell like IcyHot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you read me correctly. ICYHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all those times I judged you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those times I told you how much I hated IcyHot with the very core of my being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well I went running the other day on the trail by my house and woke up the next morning with Shin Splints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah thats awesome...slash F.M. everylivin'. Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes ten days to heal on average and thats if you take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work 8-10 hours a day ON MY FEET. Today, my sister told me that I walk like I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE ONLY WAY MY LEGS DONT FEEL LIKE THEY ARE GOING TO SHATTER AND THEN BURST INTO FLAMES OK?! SHEESH GET OFF MY BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my legs are killing me and IcyHot and Tylenol PM is NOT working. I'm not even sleepy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3526494048783913022?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3526494048783913022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3526494048783913022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3526494048783913022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3526494048783913022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/casey-huggins-this-post-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2270609419002057313</id><published>2010-06-22T00:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:12:54.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last two nights have been HELL. I haven't slept in 72 hours. CAN I PLEASE SLEEP SOMETIME SOON?! I'm so ready to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any "tricks" they use to get to sleep faster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2270609419002057313?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2270609419002057313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2270609419002057313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2270609419002057313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2270609419002057313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-two-nights-have-been-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1550445800536996784</id><published>2010-06-10T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:24:22.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this friend. Let&amp;#39;s call him Steve. And Steve I think possibly likes me. But Steve is not the type of guy I see myself with and so I get very VERY freaked out when I think of Steve asking any kind of commitment from me. I even freak out when he mentions maybe visiting me. And when he leaves me text messages telling me he misses me? I cringe. This is me we are talking about. Ready to settle down-I&amp;#39;m sick of being single-I want to get married and have six kids me. All things Steve is also interested in. So why in the heck am I freaking out and ready to run away?!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1550445800536996784?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1550445800536996784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1550445800536996784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1550445800536996784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1550445800536996784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-this-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-144206520803972661</id><published>2010-06-09T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:00:51.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of today. I pretty much fail at being an engagement photographer. oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-144206520803972661?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/144206520803972661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=144206520803972661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/144206520803972661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/144206520803972661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7410711319084709998</id><published>2010-06-04T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:58:39.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DONT  JUDGE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on another blog and they were talking about the m4w section on craigslist and how sometimes you find the craziest stuff. being bored I decided to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE DID I KNOW I WOULD FIND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;( except for the Horror flick part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' a 5'8, 25 year old, artist/writer/designer/non-robot/arachnophobic/human guy &lt;br /&gt;I love horror movies, converse shoes, art, indie music and pepsi. &lt;br /&gt;I have a great job. I own my own house, car and even a few trees (with leaves!) &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to meet a fellow artist, someone who enjoys horror movies as much as I do, &lt;br /&gt;anyone who has ever tried to cut their own lawn with safety scissors, or someone who is just plain unique. &lt;br /&gt;I have pics. But just picture the guy below, only less green, not as muscular, with more plaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( His picture was of the Green Ranger from Power Rangers...who was my favorite...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-7410711319084709998?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7410711319084709998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7410711319084709998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7410711319084709998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7410711319084709998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-judge-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8209555802515716927</id><published>2010-06-01T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:43:17.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my parents are out of town and I took over their bed so i could sprawl out for once.( I&amp;#39;ve slept on a twin my entire life.) What do I do? Sleep on the edge like I&amp;#39;m still in a twin. Epic fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8209555802515716927?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8209555802515716927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8209555802515716927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8209555802515716927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8209555802515716927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-my-parents-are-out-of-town-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2636809398241907090</id><published>2010-06-01T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:04:32.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>p.s my birthday is in 18 days and i still have NO idea what im doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2636809398241907090?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2636809398241907090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2636809398241907090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2636809398241907090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2636809398241907090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/p.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2142480456466349869</id><published>2010-06-01T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:03:30.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized today that ALOT of my friends are getting married.( at least 6 this summer...) Im still single. What does this mean exactly? i think this means that my kids wont be the same age as my friends kids like i had dreamed so long ago. I have always wanted to have kids at the same time as good friends so our kids can be best friends too. weird that im thinking about this. I also thought about my ex today and officially decided i would NOT be getting back together with him because i didnt like his family very much and everyone knows you dont just marry the guy. you marry his family too. so thats the end of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2142480456466349869?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2142480456466349869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2142480456466349869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2142480456466349869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2142480456466349869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-realized-today-that-alot-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5963514626611084718</id><published>2010-03-26T07:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:40:49.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so frustrated at walmart and their version of 7 minutes of eclipse new moon. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i might be late to work. double grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5963514626611084718?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5963514626611084718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5963514626611084718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5963514626611084718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5963514626611084718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-so-frustrated-at-walmart-and-their.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1512683458018653186</id><published>2010-03-21T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:28:28.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THOUSAND FOOT KRUTCH, RED, 10years.meh, AND BREAKING BENJAMIN. OMG OMG OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SUPER FANTASTIC. I REALLY HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW AMAZING THIS CONCERT WAS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is knowing that tomorrow I go home. I don't think I'm ready to go home yet. :( I miss Oklahoma but I will absolutely miss my peeps here in PA. Brooke keeps trying to convince me to move here and honestly, it's looking better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Where is it? I thought I knew and yet here I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1512683458018653186?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1512683458018653186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1512683458018653186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1512683458018653186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1512683458018653186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/thousand-foot-krutch-red-10years.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6190184492894048297</id><published>2010-03-17T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:55:27.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be working on my journal for my comm class.. ive got nothing. maybe later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arent going to Boston. Things didnt work out as well as we had planned. but thats ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6190184492894048297?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6190184492894048297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6190184492894048297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6190184492894048297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6190184492894048297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-be-working-on-my-journal-for.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5905560949258348450</id><published>2010-03-15T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:14:54.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were given a mission to find something you think describes yourself what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, what tangibly describes ME? I HAVE NO IDEA. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to take a photo of someone that shows their personality without saying anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5905560949258348450?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5905560949258348450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5905560949258348450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5905560949258348450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5905560949258348450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-were-given-mission-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6261592521881716238</id><published>2010-03-14T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:26:18.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY. IM IN PA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super stoked. hex yeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6261592521881716238?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6261592521881716238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6261592521881716238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6261592521881716238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6261592521881716238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2448641824888224933</id><published>2010-03-11T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:11:31.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know if you know or not...but the ECLIPSE trailer finally surfaced this morning. on facebook, every blog , myspace, and any other kind of page you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i got on facebook this morning around 1030 and the first twelve..TWELVE updates on the news wall were ALL eclipse trailers. ok girls we get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is thank God these girls put it up so i dont have to. whew. saves me time and effort. i think what frosts my cookies (uh...TWSS?) the most about this is that 11 out of those 12 didnt even like twilight until the either first OR second movie came out. pft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2448641824888224933?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2448641824888224933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2448641824888224933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2448641824888224933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2448641824888224933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-know-if-you-know-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8334033544602979501</id><published>2010-03-11T03:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T03:16:56.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw someone projectile vomit a week ago and I still cant get it out of my head. It was so hilarious slash disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8334033544602979501?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8334033544602979501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8334033544602979501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8334033544602979501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8334033544602979501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-saw-someone-projectile-vomit-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2312625226194915113</id><published>2010-03-08T13:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:10:02.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate days when i have tons to do and i cant get out of bed and or my pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also its raining. BLECH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also im leaving to see brooke in less then a week and omg im super nervous to meet kevin. like so nervous that when i think about it i can feel bile building up in my throat. and honestly, im not a nervous barfer. or a projectile one. heh. but really. maybe ill just stay here over spring break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2312625226194915113?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2312625226194915113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2312625226194915113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2312625226194915113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2312625226194915113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-days-when-i-have-tons-to-do-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7745647668462205333</id><published>2010-03-05T11:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:40:10.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HECK IS THIS ON MY FACE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it better not freaking be a cold sore or else ill punch someone slash something in the face.&lt;br /&gt; ive never even had a cold sore before and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO I HAVE NOT BEEN KISSING ANYONE GRANDMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-7745647668462205333?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7745647668462205333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7745647668462205333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7745647668462205333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7745647668462205333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-heck-is-this-on-my-face-it-better.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6937289650483967461</id><published>2010-03-05T02:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:44:26.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mind is all jumbled up. which of course is the worst feeling in the world. Why is it, that once i think i know how life is going to go, even for a few months, it completely changes and im thrown for a loop again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is normalicy. for the two weeks before my job situation changed i was normal. content. excited about what was going to happen in the future for me. i was pleased with how school was going. i was considering a second job ( just a few hours a week at a coffee shop i know of) and just . happy. and then i was faced with a hard decision. a decision that involved alot of people ive come to love over the past two years at my pharmacy store. and i made a decision. i decided to stay with my store. and then two days after i made that very hard decision i am told that while im respected for making a decision and they understand where im coming from that my decision is null and void and that i will be doing what my pharmacy store tells me i will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAA. im a freaking sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joke about my pharmacy company name here blood running in my veins. but for once its true. I AM NOT OK with my decisions being made for me. and yet. im still with my pharmacy store. because if i step back i know its for the best. but dang it i want to stomp my foot and complain a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight ive just become upset. i am sad. i dont want to leave my small store. i dont want to move to a bigger store with more responsibility. i want to give the new manager a chance. i want to wait it out and see how he does. i want to make sure that the store ive spend blood, sweat and tears on will not be driven into the ground. all i feel is empty. thank you so much my pharmacy store for having SUCH a freaking grip on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand. while im sad. i am needed. which is what brought this transfer on. I am needed by someone who depends on me. i am needed to help someone else succeed. and i want to be there for this person. so i will go but not until after my vacation. and i am NOT working on sunday. so there. also. i absolutely cannot wait for this vacation. this vacation may save my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6937289650483967461?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6937289650483967461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6937289650483967461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6937289650483967461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6937289650483967461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mind-is-all-jumbled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6110642277350353109</id><published>2010-03-04T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:10:12.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you call crystal is too lazy to write anything meaningfull.</title><content type='html'>A - Age: 22&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: Twin&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: Cleaning my room&lt;br /&gt;D - Don’t eat: Peas&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: Coffee &lt;br /&gt;F - Favourite board game: Monopoly...or apples to apples...or LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: Silver&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5'3''&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play(ed): Bass, Piano, Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Shift Supervisor, Photographer&lt;br /&gt;K - Kid(s): Someday&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: My Parents, Grandma and Sister live with me.&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom’s name: Lorie&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Flash, Crys, Mumby, Meth, Crystal Light,&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Nah&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: Bad Drivers&lt;br /&gt;Q - Famous Movie Quote: “I'm just here for the food.”&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed: Right..sometimes both. depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;S - Sibling(s): One sister: Kaitlyn&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: Whenever the heck i want. usually around 9.&lt;br /&gt;U - Underwear: Always&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable favorite: Corn&lt;br /&gt;W - Ways you run late: Facebook&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you’ve had: Dental and my left ankle&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: lemon pepper chicken &lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo favorite: Penguin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6110642277350353109?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6110642277350353109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6110642277350353109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6110642277350353109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6110642277350353109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/age-22-b-bed-size-twin-c-chore-you-hate.html' title='This is what you call crystal is too lazy to write anything meaningfull.'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-22973524967934965</id><published>2010-02-25T14:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:46:14.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you know me at all, then you know how much i HATE feet. despise feet. yesterday i walked into the pharmacy at my work and i realize that this skeevy tech that sometimes works in our pharmacy is walking around in his socks. his sweaty stinky socks. and as i walk into class today i realize that thanks to the warmer weather....two boys in my class have released their fungus covered sweaty boy feet from their shoes. gag me with a spoon. UGH. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-22973524967934965?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/22973524967934965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=22973524967934965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/22973524967934965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/22973524967934965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-know-me-at-all-then-you-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6659283105530477729</id><published>2010-02-22T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:47:07.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am absolutely heartbroken. I don't even know what to do with myself. Do I move on? Or do I wait and see how things turn out?&lt;br /&gt;I am just absolutely lost. :( Worst day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6659283105530477729?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6659283105530477729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6659283105530477729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6659283105530477729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6659283105530477729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-absolutely-heartbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6478362787511049730</id><published>2010-02-16T16:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:50:27.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i just almost died laughing watching this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="400" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_adff47c5b3"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=adff47c5b3" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="400" flashvars="key=adff47c5b3" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_adff47c5b3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:480px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/adff47c5b3/the-snuggler" title="from TubularGoldmine"&gt;The Snuggler&lt;/a&gt; - watch more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die"&gt;funny videos&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/8399507795871264314-6478362787511049730?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6478362787511049730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6478362787511049730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6478362787511049730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6478362787511049730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6081752384142936911</id><published>2010-02-16T12:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:18:49.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so ready for Thursday its not even funny. And then this weekend?! Oh this glorious weekend, where I have TWO count-em TWO whole days off from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was talking to another shift at work and I said said yeah, I'll come home around 6...and then I said I mean back...and she laughed...and I cried. and I realized....I work too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today= busiest day of my life...and I'm blogging. I have to go study. ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6081752384142936911?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6081752384142936911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6081752384142936911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6081752384142936911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6081752384142936911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-so-ready-for-thursday-its-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2076980427153897065</id><published>2010-02-15T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:56:27.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/S3oJUmIc7HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qtjxefxm8uo/s1600-h/origami-crane-soy-sauce-jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/S3oJUmIc7HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qtjxefxm8uo/s320/origami-crane-soy-sauce-jar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669749441326194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://toxiferous.blogspot.com/2009/09/origami-crane-soy-sauce-jar.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2076980427153897065?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2076980427153897065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2076980427153897065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2076980427153897065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2076980427153897065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/httptoxiferous.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/S3oJUmIc7HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qtjxefxm8uo/s72-c/origami-crane-soy-sauce-jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-270297052969311524</id><published>2010-02-14T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:51:30.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/S3jSlBMj6SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KE2FGP1GOP0/s1600-h/love-mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/S3jSlBMj6SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KE2FGP1GOP0/s320/love-mac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438328083467987234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bought this shirt. and i cant decide if it was bad that i saw it and immediately grabbed my wallet without even thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-270297052969311524?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/270297052969311524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=270297052969311524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/270297052969311524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/270297052969311524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-bought-this-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/S3jSlBMj6SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KE2FGP1GOP0/s72-c/love-mac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1183333028070825231</id><published>2010-02-07T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:29:03.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone better go give Peyton the Heimlich.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he just choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI.&lt;br /&gt;I would be an awesome girlfriend to watch football with. I made food, Im wearing a jersey, I have black under my eyes, and my voice goes raw from when I scream at the tv. Just Sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1183333028070825231?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1183333028070825231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1183333028070825231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1183333028070825231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1183333028070825231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/someone-better-go-give-peyton-heimlich.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6833538758773632391</id><published>2010-02-07T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:19:26.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the Superbowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;   So theres that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the new background? &lt;br /&gt;   I wanted one with koy fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a cup of coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6833538758773632391?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6833538758773632391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6833538758773632391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6833538758773632391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6833538758773632391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-superbowl.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2373627464194152720</id><published>2010-01-29T21:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:52:06.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was the slowest night of my life. the entire friday we had 78 sales. SLOW. but it was nice because i got to really concentrate on training our new cashier, Casey. She is such a blast and the sweetest person ever. Shes 23 and has been married for 3 1/2 years! isnt that crazy?! She married her husband after knowing him 3 weeks! I personally think she is insane but whatever. I FIRMLY believe in even KNOWING someone for at least a year OR TWO before being engaged. I didnt even "know" my ex until we had been together for a year...after that first year of "impressing me" i found out about his temper and his little problem of loyalty. But anyway. She seems fantastic and since her full time job involves knowing alot of doctors she has promised to find me a single doctor ( to support my art habit of course!) hahaha. i told her to PLEASE go ahead with that. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2373627464194152720?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2373627464194152720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2373627464194152720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2373627464194152720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2373627464194152720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/tonight-was-slowest-night-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6157329874938297525</id><published>2010-01-29T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:18:44.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i was surfing the guide for something to watch and I saw on TCM ( Turner Classic Movies for those of you who don't watch black and white movies like me.) a movie called The Shop Around The Corner. Which if you watch chick flicks as much as I do then you would know that this is the name of the shop that Kathleen Kelly from You've Got Mail ( Meg Ryan) owns. I decided to check it out. IT IS THE ORIGINAL YOUVE GOT MAIL. but...BETTER. yes I know. I love You've Got Mail MORE ( ten times more ) then the average single, desperate, 20 something year old. but the original was so great i wanted to cry. It was fantastic. Please check it out. Next check I'm buying it off Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6157329874938297525?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6157329874938297525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6157329874938297525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6157329874938297525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6157329874938297525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-yesterday-i-was-surfing-guide-for.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-4492625576955740774</id><published>2009-08-12T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:09:25.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to scope craigslist hoping that someday i'll actually find one of those crazy posters that people talk about. this is a close as i can get.&lt;a href="http://oklahomacity.craigslist.org/m4w/1318881523.html"&gt;HECK YEAH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witnessing one small but grand cosmic event from the heavens this morning I realized how amazing everything can really be. Everything big, but especially small. How one tiny moment that is infinitesimal in the grand scope of things can actually be more significant than I would have ever thought or imagined. A moment. A brief but astonishing as well as unexpected moment of time. What is life but a series of moments anyway? We often rush through life getting from one point to the next. I don't want to rush anymore. I want to grab on to and hold each moment in my mind like it may be my last. To appreciate everything good, everything beautiful. To savor every note I hear from a song, to hear it in a new way. Every sight I see, even if it's just looking up into the sky on a seemingly ordinary night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about the vastness of it all, how we go on and on, as well as this earth, this universe. Our lives may seem small compared to everything. But it's not. We're not. One person can touch so many and have more of an impact than we ever could have realized. A simple greeting to the convenience store clerk in the morning. Acknowledging their presence. In doing so we acknowledge our own. Yes we all are small, but we can leave huge marks on who we touch and who we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet that one girl who understands that. That it's not about where you go or what you have or even what you do. What matters is who you're doing it with. Someone special. Someone who makes me want to rise in the morning and take on the day and the world and then come home to tell her all about it. And she genuinely cares. Just as I genuinely care about her, as well as her day and events. It's not the events that matter. It's the listening. The understanding. The desire to build something deeper than what most couples drone through life about. Losing hope and touch with each other. Focusing on money. Or how many toys they have to impress the neighbors. Or what exotic locales they visit in the summer simply for the fact that they seem self important, and important to others. They're experiencing things for the wrong reason. It's not a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd trade all of that for one woman that gets it. And who gets me. I'm just thankful I realize this all now while I'm still young. Who will grant me that moment. That moment, whenever it may happen to be, where I realize without doubt, without hesitation, that there is nothing more important than love. Love for ourselves, for our family, friends, strangers, everyone and everything. And especially each other. That regardless of anything that may happen, transpire, or come to pass, that love will endure. Will continue to be there, perhaps even stronger. Nothing seems impossible, nothing seems overwhelming, or daunting. Because she is there. All of her. I see everything that no one else sees. Her laugh. Her smile. Her eyes, how they light up and fill me with wonder and hope and can even move me to tears because her soul is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grant me that moment. Where only a second goes by, like a fading meteor in the night sky. But that second is more bright and beautiful and clear than anything else I know or have ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me that moment, whomever and wherever you are, where all doubt is removed, and simply love remains, and I'll be yours forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-4492625576955740774?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4492625576955740774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=4492625576955740774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4492625576955740774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4492625576955740774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-like-to-scope-craigslist-hoping-that.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8962053583102572893</id><published>2009-08-11T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:40:17.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a dream last night about wanting to wear heels with jeans\&lt;br /&gt;and freaking out because i was wearing a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted something nicer but didnt want to wear my church/clubbing shirts ( lol...like I club. )&lt;br /&gt;i think it was a sign from God to get rid of tshirts or something&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;i bet my mom sent me those messages....&lt;br /&gt;like was whispering in my ear while i was asleep or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8962053583102572893?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8962053583102572893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8962053583102572893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8962053583102572893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8962053583102572893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-dream-last-night-about-wanting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3113210039372630842</id><published>2009-08-04T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:56:14.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if my blog ever becomes popular i am so deleting whoever posts FIRST in my comments. it gets on my nerves like nothing else. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. casey you better not comment "first" because you are the only one who comments and so help me. ill delete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3113210039372630842?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3113210039372630842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3113210039372630842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3113210039372630842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3113210039372630842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I DONT CARE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SAVE ME BY LETTING ME MIX MY OWN COLOR. aka omg i hope it doesnt turn out orange or green. that would be SUCH an epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s im getting blue black EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nubbytwiglet.com/2008/beauty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.nubbytwiglet.com/2008/beauty6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: its JUST black. barely any blue even shows...which is good for my job but i still wanted to push the boundary just a LITTLE bit. Oh well. if my webcam was working i'd let you see but it wont save any of my pics. LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5892203511362368153?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5892203511362368153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5892203511362368153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5892203511362368153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5892203511362368153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hope-sallys-has-hair-color-i-want.html' title='BlueBlack'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-4244425429363007418</id><published>2009-07-24T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:39:21.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. k so...im still a twihard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2009-07-24-r-patz-shirtless-and-taylor-lautner-too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch both videos. they are kind of awesome. and it gives me hope for new moon. SPOILERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-4244425429363007418?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4244425429363007418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=4244425429363007418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4244425429363007418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4244425429363007418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5266904079597504112</id><published>2009-07-14T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:57:22.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from an EPIC trip to pennsylvania. i got to spend alot of time with my oldest friend :) and it was wonderful. i arrived in baltimore right on time at noon and she was waiting patiently for me. of course as soon as we saw each other we ran at each other like some cheesy chick flick ( in slow motion of course) and then we promptly went and walked around baltimore for like 4 hours. ( jet lag smet lag) after the 4 hours i was like omg im so tired. so we headed to her great aunts house about 45 minutes away ( who just returned from three weeks in africs...also shes like 75 years old or something ) and i promply fell asleep on the couch for two hours while they were waiting to go out to dinner... ( oops ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we headed to washington DC where we walked again for another 4-5 hours before we gave up and headed to the hard rock cafe for lunch. btw the national mall is beautiful. i want to go again in spring time to see the cherry blossoms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday we went to annapolis to see the navy boys! wink wink. we didnt see any in uniform. bummer. but we did get some sea side shopping ( say that three times fast) in and i got to stick my toes in some sand and ocean and i about died on that beach from happiness. i dont know what it is. but the ocean immediately calms my soul. the smell, the wind, the water lapping at the sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway wednesday was a calm down day in danville and i experienced the best ice cream in my life. its called do the dew ( mountain dew flavored) and im addicted and need some right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday we went to philly and i got to see the liberty bell and betsy ross' home and eat cheesesteaks. and it was good. but my feet fell like they were going to fall off after wearing flip flops all day. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday we went to falling water. which is the amazing house designed by frank lloyd wright and saturday we went to punxsatauney to see phil the groundhog and then came back to danville to spend some time with brookes friends. ( who rock btw.) anyway we ended up playing poker with ten people ( i had never played before) and i got second place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home on monday and was greeted with the saddest news of my life. one of my best friends Kayo ( she was my roomate last year) was found dead in her apartment on thursday. i was supposed to go live with her next summer. i dont even know what to do with myself. ive been crying and just being so sad i can barely function. i think if kenzie, ryan. byron, and matt hadnt come over last night i would of been an absolute wreck. ive never had anyone this close to me die before. and i feel absolutely guilty because we had talked like a month ago and i had promised i would skype her as soon as i could but have been so busy and ugh. i just miss her. i cant stop looking at pictures and touching all the things she has given me. i miss her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5266904079597504112?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5266904079597504112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5266904079597504112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5266904079597504112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5266904079597504112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-got-back-from-epic-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8683053485316934671</id><published>2009-06-19T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:44:42.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!! AND I COULDNT BE MORE EXCITED!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8683053485316934671?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8683053485316934671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8683053485316934671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8683053485316934671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8683053485316934671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-my-birthday-and-i-couldnt-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-13435321649885414</id><published>2009-06-03T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:30:31.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i was laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5186782982588018241</id><published>2009-05-13T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:53:42.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im hoping to head to pennsylvania for the weekend. i REALLLLLY hope it works out. but its sooooo last minute! the prices will kill me! anyway! heres to hoping. im heading to work for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5186782982588018241?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5186782982588018241/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8244884055265984775</id><published>2009-05-07T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:29:50.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning to a text message from a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning text messages make me feel like im important to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was 830...on a thursday summer vacation morning. i replied and promptly went back to sleep. He then text messaged me at 11 asking what i was up too. i replied...um..just waking up. i then recieved a tirade about how im wasting the day. believe me i know. i had plans. i had things i wanted to do! its 1:30 pm and im in bed..blogging. this was not part of the plan. im wasting my summer already and its depressing me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8244884055265984775?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8244884055265984775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8244884055265984775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8244884055265984775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8244884055265984775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-woke-up-this-morning-to-friend-text.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3973767113960923683</id><published>2009-05-06T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:14:08.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is just one of those days. i woke up late so i have to head to work soon and i got nothing accomplished this morning. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ever feel like sometimes you just cant have a blog unless you have kids because some of the best ones are only the stories of peoples kid and their crazy antics. or cake. or lists. but anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really i just wanted to stop in and remind people not to eat food right before they go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two nights ago i ate pizza and the entire night i would jolt awake after from crazy acid trippy dream. where as soon as i went back to sleep it started all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last night i ate tacobell. NEVER a good choice. especially since i always get the baja steak chalupas ( which are freaking amazing and heaven on earth) but that irresistable baja sauce makes you dream people are trying to kill you. BTW this is the second time ive eaten TB and had this same dream almost. anyway i was freaking running for my life. up these huge hills...in like seattle or san fran or something. im in neighborhoods running up hills...sometimes i would have a bike. but when they caught me. which they did . they first injected my brain with something to slow me down. they tilted my head to the side and on my right temple. bam injection. the second time they caught me it was just a blow to the head with a shotgun butt. the third i was shot in the head with a shotgun. i dont even know why i was running or what i did or why they were trying to kill me. curse you tacobell....no not really. because i will still eat you like 9 times a week. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of 9 times a week. ive determined to work out all summer. which i decided i cant do until i have a big dog that can run with me. so until i get a new dog im not working out....or im just being lazy...and well. it HAS been raining like everyday for the last...like week! so yeah. ill work out when it dries out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh new motto!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Out When It Dries Out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3973767113960923683?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3973767113960923683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3973767113960923683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3973767113960923683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3973767113960923683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-just-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6917989651543314651</id><published>2009-05-05T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:06:51.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i know</title><content type='html'>i havent blogged lately...ok like in a month really. i blogged once from my phone and copy and pasted but thats not a real blog now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the second official day of summer and its still raining out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im scheduled for 47 hours this week total. yep. 2 jobs...i might die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2. looking bleak hopefully it gets better. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6917989651543314651?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6917989651543314651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6917989651543314651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6917989651543314651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6917989651543314651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know i know'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5790498534113703174</id><published>2009-04-28T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:54:02.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/movies/149/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Movies/screens/ididit-thumb.jpg" width=275 height=200 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5790498534113703174?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5790498534113703174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5790498534113703174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5790498534113703174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5790498534113703174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/cyanide-happiness-explosm.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8337140102863220414</id><published>2009-04-27T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:31:20.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow starts all of my finals . There is one everyday until Friday at 8 am. And then 2 on Wednesday directly after. Oh joy. No sleep stress and work? In freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8337140102863220414?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8337140102863220414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8337140102863220414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8337140102863220414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8337140102863220414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-starts-all-of-my-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1979481948633199676</id><published>2009-03-21T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:46:10.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel the need to update but im drawing a blank. so heres a list of things happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - I went and saw duplicity last night with julia. ( we are pretty close. i call her julia goolia and she calls me mumby like everyone else)&lt;br /&gt;1.5- By the way it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I GOT MY TWILIGHT DVD LAST NIGHT! i havent watched it yet since im heading to work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just bought my first draft table from one of my regular cvs customers. kinda crazy i didnt know he was an artist. hes super cool though and promised me free stuff. w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was up at 7 am on a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;saturday&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning. epic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my spring break is almost over and i still dont have a day off until thursday...therefore...ive worked 10 days in a row...on my spring break. CVS and i are getting married next week. everyone is invited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1979481948633199676?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1979481948633199676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1979481948633199676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1979481948633199676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1979481948633199676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-need-to-update-but-im-drawing.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5011574497713260745</id><published>2009-03-14T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:59:19.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive always been a fan of these artists who can take something that we walk on and transform it into something great. im sure you have seen video or pictures of this kind of art but ive found one i think is just great. he uses paint and pavement. and transform an icelandic sidewalk into a crevice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SNYtd0Ayt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SNYtd0Ayt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5011574497713260745?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5011574497713260745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5011574497713260745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5011574497713260745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5011574497713260745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-always-been-fan-of-these-artists.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6222201645919051034</id><published>2009-03-11T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:33:46.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok bank of oklahoma, you've served me well. you haven't screwed me over too much while we have been doing business together but right now, im a little mad at you. i mean i appreciate you watching my account for "suspicious behavior'' but sending me new cards all the time really screws me up. for one. you've sent me three cards in a month. and i have to go to all my accounts and change my info. ITUNES....PAYPAL....i mean COME ON! thats probably why it looks suspicious..BECAUSE YOU WONT STOP SENDING ME NEW CARDS. also. having to find an ATM and really the TIME to activate my new card is kind of a hassle. i mean really. enough. and if you think my account has been compromised how about giving me back the money you THINK was stolen. cuz heck that would be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday it was a toasty 80 degrees and i was up with the sun and got to take pictures like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SbdL2mvGPFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b15DIyg0d1M/s1600-h/2603_514713938664_168302336_31039567_3582333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SbdL2mvGPFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/b15DIyg0d1M/s320/2603_514713938664_168302336_31039567_3582333_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311797686989896786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today rainy with a high of 45. oklahoma you and your bipolar weather is going to drive me insane someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6222201645919051034?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6222201645919051034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6222201645919051034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6222201645919051034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6222201645919051034'/><link 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( read- suck-up ) i offered to drive down to okc to pick her up at 7 am for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in doing so i was up to see the sun rise this morning and catch a quick rainbow! :) it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today= great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-570792474136496426?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/570792474136496426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=570792474136496426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/570792474136496426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5536359764986803409?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5536359764986803409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5536359764986803409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5536359764986803409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5536359764986803409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3315869265779082400</id><published>2009-02-21T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:53:54.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GIF!</title><content type='html'>so there is a blog i follow. :) keeps me entertained in class and ive been creeping on it for awhile....finally decided to follow it cuz of a contest they are having. and man could i use that prize. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway check it out. leave a comment and show some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gifoftheday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/5kjbmg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/5kjbmg_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3852344012855124637</id><published>2009-02-20T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:16:54.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SZ7lgOLOevI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kRvFF0EPDwY/s1600-h/l_bc5c301ba1ee4df19073209615cf57f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SZ7lgOLOevI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kRvFF0EPDwY/s320/l_bc5c301ba1ee4df19073209615cf57f8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304929752812780274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg omg omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-3852344012855124637?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3852344012855124637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3852344012855124637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3852344012855124637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3852344012855124637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/userscrystal.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SZ7lgOLOevI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kRvFF0EPDwY/s72-c/l_bc5c301ba1ee4df19073209615cf57f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8752588478393858688</id><published>2009-02-18T10:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:29:58.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8111914686289064221</id><published>2009-02-17T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:57:43.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder</title><content type='html'>somedays i wonder if im still single because im so bitter about being single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8111914686289064221?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8111914686289064221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8111914686289064221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTzfXYF6BPg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTzfXYF6BPg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1464249534768701861?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1464249534768701861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1464249534768701861' title='0 Comments'/><link 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it just doesnt feel right? like you KNOW something is off? thats today for me. i got up for my 8 am class ( shocker i know) got there about 7 minutes early, and prepared myself. but then i couldnt remember a single thing the professor said all class period. it was like i heard it and it didnt process. i DO remember him saying something about Boston though....i have no idea what Boston has to do with business. but thinking of boston reminds me of two things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my aunt, uncle, and two favorite cousins...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and veggie tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPuzfDE6ehM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param 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title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8026333971154721581</id><published>2009-02-02T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:20:52.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 POSTS! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY STEELERS WON LAST NIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im starting a book list to hopefully span my horizons and get some reading done. now, i need your help. im adding so subjects and i need some advice on which books to read in each category. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art/Photography/Architecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biographies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking &amp;amp; Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home &amp;amp; Hobbies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystery/Thriller/Horror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politics &amp;amp; Government&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion &amp;amp; Spirituality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science &amp;amp; Nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science Fiction &amp;amp; Fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellness&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/8399507795871264314-8026333971154721581?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8026333971154721581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8026333971154721581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8026333971154721581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do these people try and design cakes with their heads up their butts?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean come on!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also. 99 posts woot!&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/8399507795871264314-4178548269005060649?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4178548269005060649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=4178548269005060649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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*dances* but i still have to work tomorrow....LAME! anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im getting sick! and i had a migraine today! how lame! it was a waste of a perfectly good free day! sighh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-1158062051878103123?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1158062051878103123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1158062051878103123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1158062051878103123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I've started. I talked with one of my best friends tonight and finally explained myself. I'm living for what's healthy for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. me. and I'm so glad he is understanding of it. I am no longer putting myself into situations that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dont want to be in. I am no longer allowing others to manipulate me. Manipulate may be a harsh word I suppose but thats the word Pastor Mark used this morning and I realized what he was talking about fit me. He even mentioned he didn't know why he was saying what he did but I think it was for me. God changed a sermon just for me? Amazing. Pastor Mark was talking about fasting and then the next second he's talking about how we don't need to surround ourselves with people just so we can feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;validated&lt;/span&gt; as a human when God already sees us as the most precious thing ever. and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Thats &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; what i was doing in my life. Maybe there are some friends that aren't healthy for me either at all, or in a certain context and so I'm changing. He used the example that he ( Pastor Mark) had a friend who would call and if he didnt get to the phone when he finally called the friend would demand to know why he didnt answer or call back right away. After awhile he said because&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I didnt want too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This friend he mentioned was manipulating him to be the person who would jump up for others no matter what so they can feel like they mean something to the world. I have to prove myself to no one. Maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont feel like talking on the phone. Leave me a message and if its an emergency I will get back to you as soon as I can. He also used the example of someone coming up to you and saying, "hey you wont believe what tom did!" and instead of listening, how about just saying, "well, lets pray for tom and pray that whatever he did his choices will be for God." Pastor Mark says a friend who LOVES will NOT be the friend who listens to your story and supports you no matter what as you rant and rave at a person but is the friend who will pray and stand by you and look at the matter from a loving view and help you grow as well. This probably isnt making sense to anyone except me. but thats ok because this is my heart from now on. I will be the best friend I can be for ME. I wont put myself into a situation that makes me uncomfortable and not say anything. If I feel it is wrong for me then thats how I will act accordingly. I will protect my heart and not allow myself to be hurt just so others can validate me. I no longer need to be remembered as the most loyal friend or whatever. I will be loyal but no longer need human validation. I am already precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-4621232958568908771?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4621232958568908771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=4621232958568908771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4621232958568908771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4621232958568908771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathe-crystalbreathe.html' title='breathe crystal..breathe'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6606971980598940141</id><published>2009-01-14T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:45:08.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;I decided that i was FINALLY going to live for ME. i still take others into consideration but if it isnt good for me then i wont do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;i havent made any before. This year however i made one. and i know its the same one that everyone else makes but this year is different for me. for once i truly am unhappy with my weight and my goal is to lose at least 20 pounds by may. and by the end of this year as much as i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;not yet! i do know a few who are expecting though! i cant wait! i love babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;Not extremely close but Dr. Thompson died right before Christmas. and he always would stop me in the hall and ask how im doing and how school and work are going and i actually talked to him the day before he died. he would always end our little convos with a God bless and some kind of reminder to live life to your best potential. ill miss him around campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;i failed at world travel last year but this year im visiting america. :D my best friend from 8th grade and up are going on an epic road trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;a better body and a better sense of who i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;June 19th -my 21st birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;i brought my GPA up enough to be able to gain back my scholorships. i only missed two days of class the entire time and i did my homework! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;I still cant stop pushing people away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;i was relatively healthy actually. GO IMMUNE SYSTEM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;my new car. even though i miss my truck terribly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;my sisters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;Oh, who needs that kind of buzz kill in the middle of a yearly wrap-up questionnaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;my truck, Gas for that truck, and fast food. ugh oh. also painting supplies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;my 21st birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;flightless bird, american mouth- Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;a) happier or sadder? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;b) thinner or fatter? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fatter. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;c) richer or poorer? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;richer&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;poorer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;I wish I had read more, learned more, traveled more, laughed more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;not living for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;With my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;The Office!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;No, there's no time for any of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;24. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;the Curious case of Benjamin Button. not kidding i really liked it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;The Shins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;a new car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;To get thin and in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;twilight and the dark knight are a close tie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;We had a big dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant and then walked around Bicktown. I turned 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;not having my heart broken twice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;whatever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;liked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;my mom, ryan, and working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;Rob Pattinson. hahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;The election. i cant say im happy with americas choice...but either way i would have been dissatisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;Brooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lacey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;i learned that i have to live for me and no one else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;M.I.A. Paper Planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;No one on the corner has swagger like us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless&lt;br /&gt;We pack and deliver like UPS trucks&lt;br /&gt;Already going hell just pumping that gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/8399507795871264314-6606971980598940141?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6606971980598940141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6606971980598940141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6606971980598940141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6606971980598940141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5648058108904754696</id><published>2009-01-12T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:42:59.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DE-LURK!</title><content type='html'>DELURK you Delurkers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPkQo707jQc/SWvwP0xC50I/AAAAAAAACfw/sJ_-DWVldLo/s400/delurking2009-760814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290586341929838402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think this is good idea cuz i know i must have readers out there! right? maybe not...but if so! leave me a comment to let me know im not alone in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5648058108904754696?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5648058108904754696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5648058108904754696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5648058108904754696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5648058108904754696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-lurk.html' title='DE-LURK!'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RPkQo707jQc/SWvwP0xC50I/AAAAAAAACfw/sJ_-DWVldLo/s72-c/delurking2009-760814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2209069705575077843</id><published>2009-01-12T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:16:28.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First day. Blech</title><content type='html'>i drove to school today! :) i can drive! and my dad is still out of town!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so proud! hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day back on my new semester! i started out with History of Design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really surprised to walk in and see a completely new professor! Narcisso is gone! and I am soooo curious to find out what happened! he was way cool! anyway the new guy seems pretty cool too! Im expecting to learn alot, and Im excited about that. We are going to start what he calls style books so expect to see alot more of my work up on here! Get excited! hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also. Stick It is one of my new favorite movies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2209069705575077843?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2209069705575077843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2209069705575077843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2209069705575077843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2209069705575077843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-blech.html' title='First day. Blech'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-3572405118922935882</id><published>2009-01-06T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:54:54.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;man. its been forever since ive blogged! time gets away with me...im so busy!!! anyway lots of new stuff has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Turns out in NOT going to california as of right now. I guess in order to be eligible to go you must be on salary..which means a manager or assistant manager. LAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SWPEf_ihMFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CeypcGcNj18/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288286441374298194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. I got my Promotion to Shift Supervisor B last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SWPE75H3hPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SKUCPUqHmGY/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288286920688239858" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. I got a Promotion to Shift Supervisor A this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SWPEJ9ZldcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PFCgEOEjhvE/s320/CVS_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288286062842836418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. I got a new car. I REALLY miss my truck already though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SWPDeooLaYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/o6dGJmgE4UM/s320/5071_cc0320_4CUx250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288285318532524418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its called TWILIGHT BLUE! what are the odds? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E. I cant drive my car...its a manual transmission and dad is out of town for ten days...so I cant learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F. my ex boyfriend keeps trying to contact me...AFTER TWO YEARS! and i officially think hes dumb and refuse to talk to him...Im extremely proud of myself thank you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats about it. now im just preparing for school to start back up on the 12th and then im ready to go.&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/8399507795871264314-3572405118922935882?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3572405118922935882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=3572405118922935882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3572405118922935882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/3572405118922935882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/man.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/SWPEf_ihMFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CeypcGcNj18/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6657360173750665720</id><published>2008-12-29T00:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:35:41.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um. i promise ill get back on here soon. i just havent had time lately for a good blog. nothing interesting..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATS to Julie and Curtis though! WHOOT! im so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6657360173750665720?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6657360173750665720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6657360173750665720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6657360173750665720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6657360173750665720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/um.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-4680407609517615014</id><published>2008-12-23T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:24:08.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so finals are over. hooray but then i get hit by the holidays and i mean HARD. the holidays are making me their whore.&lt;div&gt;CVS decided to be a whore and stay open until midnight sunday- tuesday. and guess how many people come in after nine? about three. both days so far. and i promise tomorrow will be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its such a waste of time. but heck its eeeaaaasssssyyyy money. so if anyone wants to come hang out at club CVS let me know. door open at 9, 4 dollar cover charge and club shuts down at midnight. we have music with limited commercials and $3 redbulls or rockstars. Im working the bar and Lacey is working the door so tell her i sent you and she'll cut the door cover to 2 dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meh my life is consumed with work right now so this blog kinda sucks. ill make it better after christmas i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg. p.s i totally had a dream about jasper last night. and omg. alice is so out of the picture. hahahah me+jasper= forevs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-4680407609517615014?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4680407609517615014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=4680407609517615014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4680407609517615014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/4680407609517615014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-finals-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-539089674045827880</id><published>2008-12-15T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:30:13.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well two out of four finals are over!!! YAY. tonight im rushing to do some christmas shopping with my sister and then im off to study for the next two days. i feel pretty good about how i did today and im proud of myself for studying so hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also. sorry about the elephant&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; screaming at you when you open the page. i didnt know it made noise and also about needed a change of clothes the first time i opened my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but really click on &lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=441792"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and join the cause. its 100% legit and its a cool easy way to help out your favorite charities. by you placing their products on your social page they get free advertising and then they give the money they would use for advertising to your selected charity :D mine it providing art opportunities to critically ill children.&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/8399507795871264314-539089674045827880?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/539089674045827880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=539089674045827880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/539089674045827880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/539089674045827880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-two-out-of-four-finals-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7874454733241153745</id><published>2008-12-14T15:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:02:53.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE dear God let there be ice for tomorrow so i can have an extra day to study. im dying down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-7874454733241153745?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7874454733241153745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7874454733241153745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7874454733241153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7874454733241153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-dear-god-let-there-be-ice-for.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-468224556511068867</id><published>2008-12-09T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:58:17.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/2991356850_506dc1b723.jpg?v=0" alt="Im vain by you." title="" width="375" height="500" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so for halloween i was a hockey player. Right? well i wore the costume to work. cuz i thought it would be fun. and today at work some customer totally creeped me and was like you are the girl that had the black eye! and i was like um yep. i didnt know what else to say! it had been over a month ago! what do you say to that?! and then he...he... WINKED AT ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most awkward moment of today. im thinking about posting soley on awkward moments at work on here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i got hand raped. ladies and gents if you give money to a cashier DONT throw it at her ( it makes her feel like a cheap whore) but dont grab her hand and run your thumb across the back of her hand while sliding the money onto her palm either. ( it also makes me feel like a cheap whore. and makes me creeped out for the entire day) KTHANX&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/8399507795871264314-468224556511068867?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/468224556511068867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=468224556511068867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/468224556511068867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/468224556511068867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-so-for-halloween-i-was-hockey-player.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-128502857856084086</id><published>2008-12-09T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:23:55.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gar. i soaked in shea butter and vitamin E tonight and im still REALLY itchy. im starting to wonder if it is from something other then dry skin. although i have no idea what else it could be. im pretty sure its bad when you have to scratch so hard you get bruises. Right? and i might be actually scratching off skin too. its pretty raw. the weirdest thing is...its only my right side that is extremely itchy..right arm, right hand, right thigh, right calf, right ankle. WEIRD!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway tonight i worked. BLEGH but then i went to shady Denny's and hung out with good friends :D and had milkshakes. i should of been studying but tonight..i NEEDED this. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im off to an itchy night of sleep.&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/8399507795871264314-128502857856084086?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/128502857856084086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=128502857856084086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/128502857856084086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/128502857856084086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/gar.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-1283715396653436578</id><published>2008-12-08T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:53:00.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the wind in oklahoma makes me scared.&lt;div&gt;LOL i was walking through the off campus parking lot minding my own business when WHOOSH i get swept east. aka left and hit a compact car.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3012/2429355689_955af221f7.jpg?v=1208745427" alt="gateway by you." title="" width="333" height="500" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;br /&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; THANK GOD i didnt make a vampire size dent. &lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none; cursor: -webkit-zoom-in; " src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2636347469_984b3296d2.jpg?v=0" width="442" height="248" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i felt like i did. eek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; also. its amazingly warm today but we are supposed to get snow?! wtf? im walking around (windblown mind you) in a tshirt and we might get snow tonight?! lame. i hate cold. i hate snow. i hate driving on ice. especially in my truck. Chelsea ( my truck) hates snow too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to cuddle up with my snuggly or slanket ( aka blanket with sleeves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://www.gadgetgrid.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/slanket-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah. anyway off to class. :D its dead week pray that i survive.&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/8399507795871264314-1283715396653436578?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1283715396653436578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=1283715396653436578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1283715396653436578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/1283715396653436578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/wind-in-oklahoma-makes-me-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6660254411422839447</id><published>2008-12-07T02:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:36:14.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realized today that i am a horrible Christian. and i really havent been living the life im called to live. ive just been doing everything my own way. on my own. not really even seeking God. just being human and taking control of everything myself. i think God has been quietly calling me back for the last couple weeks but ive been ignoring Him. and tonight it kinda hit me. Im a lazy christian and i need to get back on track. already my heart feels better for even admitting this. &lt;div&gt;its time to give it to Him instead of trying to save my world myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6660254411422839447?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6660254411422839447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6660254411422839447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6660254411422839447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6660254411422839447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-realized-today-that-i-am-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-5496896822459115366</id><published>2008-12-05T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:27:51.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i tried. im giving it up and not going to let it worry me anymore. no more lost sleep. :) ive done my part. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight at work was crazy. Lacey had a few things to say to me about trying to get wednesday night off. :( i kinda got into trouble but i try not to let it really bother me. i warned her i wasnt planning on asking off but i tried. and then there was a note that stated that employess must ask off 2 weeks in advance and we had our chitchat. meh. im just emotionally drained. i got over it quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today my professor told a story that fit right into my life and i just sat there and said thank you God. the professor was talking about how you can get so stressed out about school and think you have failed and give up on everything. and how you blame God but when has God ever failed me? when has God never been faithful? and i realized. God has been faithful no matter what. so im giving everything to Him and letting Him take care of it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks God for being faithful in my stressful times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-5496896822459115366?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5496896822459115366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=5496896822459115366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5496896822459115366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/5496896822459115366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-i-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8154576258620397203</id><published>2008-12-05T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:47:19.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>82 POSTS</title><content type='html'>im kinda excited. ive hit 82 posts. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8154576258620397203?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8154576258620397203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8154576258620397203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8154576258620397203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8154576258620397203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/82-posts.html' title='82 POSTS'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-2449458665270369667</id><published>2008-12-03T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:22:19.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frank from PostSecret is in Oklahoma for the 1st time ever and i cant get off work to save my life. lame backup cashiers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-2449458665270369667?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2449458665270369667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=2449458665270369667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2449458665270369667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/2449458665270369667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/frank-from-postsecret-is-in-oklahoma.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-8509311266203707252</id><published>2008-12-02T19:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:41:46.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my current passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;just by looking at my blog you helped critically ill children get a chance to create art and express themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;guys, im so addicted to socialvibe right now. i mean like for real! its really easy and huge companys are willing to donate money to these charities because of all the money they are saving by using this network to advertise. please check it out here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=441792"&gt;http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=441792&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;object width="416" height="459"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf?sid=578162"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="s=12-578162"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.socialvibe.com/sv2.swf?sid=578162" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="s=12-578162" width="416" height="459"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=441792&amp;amp;rs=join_sv" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.socialvibe.com/m/badge/join_sv.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:0; width:416; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(26, 53, 88);  font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:85%;color:#006699;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vision:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;font-size:85%;color:#1a3558;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#1a3558;"&gt;The Art of Elysium is dedicated to enriching the lives of artists and critically ill children.  We believe that there is a powerful and mutual exchange of hope and appreciation that occurs when artists share their time and talent with children battling serious medical conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lives of these children are largely filled with suffering, loneliness, fear and regimen. Artists have the unique ability to help children in need find a creative voice and discover a sense of individuality and self-efficacy, even in the midst of overwhelmingly difficult circumstances. In return, those same artists, who have been taken outside of their normal scope of work, are stretched and enriched in ways they never imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through this inimitable exchange between artist and child, the artist experiences the power of giving and the child experiences the power of their own artistic journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theartofelysium.org/who.html"&gt;The Art of Elysium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-8509311266203707252?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8509311266203707252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=8509311266203707252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8509311266203707252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/8509311266203707252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-current-passion.html' title='my current passion'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7960111212536117778</id><published>2008-11-26T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:13:58.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update: &lt;div&gt;Shopping went fine. it actually wasnt as crazy as i thought. i did get a little wild in the parking lot when some idiot couldnt park but other then that all was well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also! i went and saw Twilight again for the second time. It was even more amazing this time. :) and Rob i think got hotter since the first time i saw it. im planning at least two more trips this week. so if you want to join me let me know! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-7960111212536117778?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7960111212536117778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7960111212536117778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7960111212536117778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7960111212536117778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-shopping-went-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-6786318007634968289</id><published>2008-11-25T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:41:59.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im home</title><content type='html'>IM HOME! finally! i love to travel dont get me wrong but nothing beats sleeping in your own bed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway not alot to talk about today. we are just taking it easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom and i might be heading on a quest for a thanksgiving turkey. note to you and self. dont go on vacay three days before thanksgiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you know me then you should know how much i hate to shop. sooo..... we will see how this experience goes. ha ha i'll let you know if i tackle or punch anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can i say? im an aggressive shopper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399507795871264314-6786318007634968289?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6786318007634968289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=6786318007634968289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6786318007634968289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/6786318007634968289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-home.html' title='im home'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399507795871264314.post-7893504136519724019</id><published>2008-11-21T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:59:40.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cakewrecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie'/><title type='text'>CAKEWRECK~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Best Cakewreck/ brownie ever. lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/SRicJiB9jnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ldy7ccoES6E/s320/Delielah+R+-+eat+me+turkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267131451777584754" border="0" /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor lil turkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also. about last night? can i say greatest night ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean the entire movie i felt like my body was going to explode and i really dont know how my heart handled seeing rob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esp. the scene where they first come out as a couple?! the sunglasses?!&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://media.movieweb.com/news/03.2008/twilight/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my melt. i almost had a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry julie about the nail marks you probably still have in your hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b276/cyanideyoudrankxx/EdwardBella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8399507795871264314-7893504136519724019?l=wakegrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7893504136519724019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8399507795871264314&amp;postID=7893504136519724019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7893504136519724019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399507795871264314/posts/default/7893504136519724019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakegrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/cakewreck.html' title='CAKEWRECK~'/><author><name>WakeGrace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424327608171269153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clIwx10BGAc/Sbti-3DSI8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/TVmTLFpFI-0/S220/Photo+116.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGr8njEWjtI/SRicJiB9jnI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Ldy7ccoES6E/s72-c/Delielah+R+-+eat+me+turkey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
