<?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-3264716783076801836</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:37:03.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frenchie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6179679594659727279</id><published>2010-03-01T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:47:22.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always, All Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 698px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="465" alt="" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/wve8v9.jpg" width="701" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/zxtv6p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 699px; HEIGHT: 459px" height="463" alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/ofd168.jpg" width="699" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 701px; HEIGHT: 469px" height="474" alt="" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/16c9tgx.jpg" width="704" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Banana Republic military sweater, Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch one shoulder dress [Yea, I know, surprise surprise!], black cross bracelet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only exciting news in my life right now is that my fashion merchandising and design section may be entering a contest to design shoes. Awaiting on the news for that. Hopefully all will work well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I just wish there was a "block" button in life where I could just "block" everything and everyone that gets in my way. That sounds bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6179679594659727279?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6179679594659727279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=6179679594659727279&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6179679594659727279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6179679594659727279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-all-ways.html' title='Always, All Ways'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/wve8v9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-5598409611677520264</id><published>2010-02-16T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:49:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the past two months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/4p4qf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/260apu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 556px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="367" alt="" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2qsapzn.jpg" width="572" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="374" alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2co3nmr.jpg" width="558" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 558px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="381" alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2cnbo29.jpg" width="566" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 558px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="362" alt="" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/27wt7dd.jpg" width="562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/rrtf80.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="393" alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/zukrpy.jpg" width="548" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="381" alt="" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2ywic7t.jpg" width="544" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="388" alt="" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/11tordf.jpg" width="544" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="380" alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/derb6b.jpg" width="588" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(UO t-shirt, circle scarf a la mommy, shorts pacsun, UO tights, boots Macy's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, this is a compilation of what I've been doing for the past two months. I've a newfound love for Ash Stymest, making messes with my "sister", working on my inspiration book, talking to mon petit ami, going on tumblr, celebrating Chinese New Year, watching the Winter Olympics (mainly watching Apollo Ohno), going to fashion board and directly shopping afterward, going to school, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems a little less trivial than usual...&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-5598409611677520264?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5598409611677520264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=5598409611677520264&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/5598409611677520264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/5598409611677520264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-past-two-months.html' title='For the past two months...'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/4p4qf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7130075229695349014</id><published>2009-12-21T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:58:33.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychobabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/345y2hg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2elcc29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2i1zjgk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AA tee, Express leggings, DIY zipper chain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, tears and bon bons. This morning, banana nut muffins and happiness. Btw, I don't think I have ever expressed how much I love Disney movies. Mulan, Cinderella, Pocahontas, The Little Mermaid. Yea, that's where it's at. My happiness is compiled into Disney movies... and Sailor Moon. Yea, Disney movies and Sailor Moon. Three days until Christmas Eve. Four until actual Christmas. Am I excited? Heck yes. I really need family time to break away from "bon bons and tears". My hair is getting super long. For me, at least. This entry makes no coherant sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7130075229695349014?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7130075229695349014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7130075229695349014&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7130075229695349014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7130075229695349014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/psychobabble.html' title='psychobabble'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/345y2hg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-4381626191165928304</id><published>2009-11-16T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:48:17.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built For Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/14y7dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/k0k4ty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/zn8vvc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aa white vneck, Nordstrom tights, circle scarf from mommy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were mine, was I for you? Just one cheap thrill just to help you make it. Dammit I hope you didn't fake it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Framing Hanley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-4381626191165928304?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4381626191165928304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=4381626191165928304&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4381626191165928304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4381626191165928304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/11/built-for-sin.html' title='Built For Sin'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/14y7dpi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-4622198949471098192</id><published>2009-10-27T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:44:39.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This love's taking all of my energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/nf5k6s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16lwfet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(black long sleeve - Banana Republic, skirt - Nordstrom BP, lace tights - Nordstrom BP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt compelled to do much of anything these days. Le sigh. So bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nails are 'For Audrey' from China Glaze. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-4622198949471098192?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4622198949471098192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=4622198949471098192&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4622198949471098192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4622198949471098192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-loves-taking-all-of-my-energy.html' title='This love&apos;s taking all of my energy'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/nf5k6s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-3970619990584853712</id><published>2009-10-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:27:26.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.Y.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2gse3k4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 623px" height="640" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/j6h1n5.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/1zvy3ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Express studded blazer, express tank dress, UO tights, zipper boots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in a while. Lot's of stuff to do, applications to be filled out, people to see, stuff to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-3970619990584853712?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3970619990584853712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=3970619990584853712&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3970619990584853712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3970619990584853712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/10/pyt.html' title='P.Y.T.'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2gse3k4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-8753012624954187926</id><published>2009-09-15T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:39:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 18 now. Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/14vnu5l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-8753012624954187926?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8753012624954187926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=8753012624954187926&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8753012624954187926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8753012624954187926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-girl.html' title='birthday girl'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/14vnu5l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1465118939595346092</id><published>2009-08-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:36:17.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high heels have got me fallin' down on my knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/25ujyop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/5502aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2chm61w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(variation of the last post [excuse my looking zoned out]: Express black mini skirt, AA tank top, mom's old belt, boyfriend cardi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty siked about this MAC Cyber lipstick. My social worker at school told me I looked "melancholy" yesterday. So tired. I don't know why white-out white nails look so pleasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-1465118939595346092?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1465118939595346092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1465118939595346092&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1465118939595346092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1465118939595346092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-heels-have-got-me-fallin-down-on.html' title='high heels have got me fallin&apos; down on my knees'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/25ujyop_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7842988045497720963</id><published>2009-08-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:28:55.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>throwing punches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/qmxb1e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2gspe8h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/1eqi47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Express cami, boyfriend cardigan, studded belt, shooting star necklace, Roxy lime green mini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling surges of obnoxious colors.&lt;br /&gt;(I always look sunburnt or something, regardless, I had fun with Poladroid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7842988045497720963?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7842988045497720963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7842988045497720963&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7842988045497720963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7842988045497720963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/throwing-punches.html' title='throwing punches'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/qmxb1e_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-3029048795983741020</id><published>2009-08-04T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:09:07.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am, i am a zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two outfits since the last post, nothing too spectacular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/16701eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/sd0kqu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2j0mrrn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Express purple jumper, The Limited white sweater, Nordstrom brown dolman sleeved sweater, Express cami, Arden B miniskirt, UO wrap bracelets/rings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't much to say. I just have to go read but got REALLY sidetracked which landed me here... sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-3029048795983741020?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3029048795983741020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=3029048795983741020&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3029048795983741020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3029048795983741020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-i-am-zombie.html' title='i am, i am a zombie'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/16701eb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1022074325462675240</id><published>2009-07-23T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:16:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every day is exactly the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/1m254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 618px" height="618" alt="" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2ck0sk.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(boyfriend's old dress shirt, uo shorts, vest from mom, coach belts, f21 silver ring, random black rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: Disregard my right arm and legs here. They look oddly tan in these pictures. This is only a façade, I am actually still pretty pasty with exception of my funky shorts tan and a quarter of my arms due to driving. Sigh... I always have weird coloring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm. Long time no post. This summer feels as if it's passing by so quickly. The only thing I'm REALLY looking forward to is back to school shopping... which is probably my favorite part about school, new clothes, shoes, pens, notebooks, erasers... Now that I do work in retail, I'm ALWAYS surrounded by clothes and shoes and accessories. It's so bad for me, but I refrain from buying... kinda. Retail will be the death of me and my hard earned $$ that I've toiled for when my ankles felt like they'd fall off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 510px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="386" alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/6sfdxu.jpg" width="634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought I'd post a picture of Tom Felton a.k.a. Draco Malfoy a.k.a. Hottie Mchotterson a.k.a. the man I may potentially marry. I've had a crush on him since Anna and the King. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-1022074325462675240?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1022074325462675240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1022074325462675240&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1022074325462675240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1022074325462675240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-day-is-exactly-same.html' title='every day is exactly the same'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/1m254_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7663530570631193279</id><published>2009-07-07T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:52:07.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hands of time could never move again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/s1nmls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/xg9lk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(crop top mommy bought for me, boyfriend's shirt, shorts UO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an eventful day. I played "Woodchips" and "Monkey in the Middle". I think when I'm done with this job, I'm going to blend in with the little kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7663530570631193279?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7663530570631193279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7663530570631193279&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7663530570631193279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7663530570631193279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hands-of-time-could-never-move-again.html' title='hands of time could never move again'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/s1nmls_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6773101748309474957</id><published>2009-06-28T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:46:38.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh, i nearly died</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/14nlapw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/de07q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Express shirt, Nordstrom Maxi, random bracelets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda love swishing around in dresses and drawing pictures of what's supposed to be Josh Beech *swoons*. Sometimes, when I feel utterly bored or frustrated/upset, I'll draw. But I'm always afraid to finish because I might mess it up. None of my drawings are ever COMPLETELY finished. Must be some sort of personality disorder/trait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6773101748309474957?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6773101748309474957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=6773101748309474957&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6773101748309474957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6773101748309474957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugh-i-nearly-died.html' title='laugh, i nearly died'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/14nlapw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-8142499692936043562</id><published>2009-06-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:26:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting in vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23mq9g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/aexlj4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tee-AA, Trench from I don't remember, white skinnies UO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow I managed to land two jobs this summer and the fashion board and classes and have it surprisingly all fit together. I need to be occupied. Anyway, I just finished watching 'Tree of Heaven'. I cried buckets. Perhaps it's because Lee Wan is such a babe and I want a boyfriend like him. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2hd432x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really like his nose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-8142499692936043562?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8142499692936043562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=8142499692936043562&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8142499692936043562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8142499692936043562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-in-vain.html' title='waiting in vain'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/23mq9g2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6850169374001654410</id><published>2009-06-10T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:30:43.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outta heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/icpze8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/e8u23m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(UO layer sleeve top, Express mini, red hemp bracelet, black wrap bracelet, clunky shoes?, liquid leather nail polish and yea my nails are pointy and real =\)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been very motivated in the past two weeks due to massive amounts of schoolage. But anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finished my last final as a junior! So long sweet spring, hello summer! I've a lot of things coming up in the next few months and extremely excited for all of them. This must be the process of getting older. Doing new things, having new ideas, seeing new possibilities... Le sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6850169374001654410?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6850169374001654410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=6850169374001654410&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6850169374001654410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6850169374001654410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/outta-heart.html' title='outta heart'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/icpze8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-2884734085179797891</id><published>2009-05-29T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:22:28.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how my heart behaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2ztlqaq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/142vdrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bf's dress shirt, leather wrap bracelet, express mini skirt, UO top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just eight more days of school... only 8 more days of suffering and anxiety attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----edit-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MADE IT ONTO THE FASHION BOARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-2884734085179797891?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2884734085179797891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=2884734085179797891&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2884734085179797891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2884734085179797891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-my-heart-behaves.html' title='how my heart behaves'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2ztlqaq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7400768328902680277</id><published>2009-05-19T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:32:38.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have been loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/6f7ar9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/5o9ojs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/mm751g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I'm oblivious to people around me. Disregarding feelings, thoughts, emotions. I think it might be because of the weather or the ending school year. So sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;There's a slight possibility I might go to the beach/city with my boyfriend &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt; next weekend in this outfit with a bathing suit under... oh how I love nice weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRi5LF1cQgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRi5LF1cQgQ&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7400768328902680277?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7400768328902680277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7400768328902680277&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7400768328902680277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7400768328902680277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-been-loved.html' title='you have been loved'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/6f7ar9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-8622847415005312169</id><published>2009-05-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T06:45:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>promeezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1juira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1zcmsur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2nlsfl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2ic1c2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2z85jww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Banana Republic Silk pink halter dress, Charles David silver shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My prom was pretty fun. Small but fun. I'm just anticipating my senior prom now. I'm in so much dire need for a break that it's ridiculous. Le sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is DEFINITELY a change from my usual black, white, and gray. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-8622847415005312169?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8622847415005312169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=8622847415005312169&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8622847415005312169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8622847415005312169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/promeezy.html' title='promeezy'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/1juira_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1189463166954509359</id><published>2009-05-14T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:50:36.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/wv6gdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2ywvlhx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Skirt from kiosque in VN, bofriend's dress shirt, bra/belt from UO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been unreasonably tired for the past week which messes with my routines and sleeping patterns. Along with that, I've made a daily 4 mile run/walk routine. I feel... great. Minus the fact I did get my ACT scores back and it wasn't what I wanted. There's always a retake. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had my interview last week on Wednesday and I'm waiting for the fruits of that effort to surprise me sometime this week or next. Talk about unnecessary anticipation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-1189463166954509359?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1189463166954509359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1189463166954509359&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1189463166954509359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1189463166954509359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-me-down.html' title='slow me down'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/wv6gdf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-767211517364862413</id><published>2009-05-04T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:05:09.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read between the lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/r6z22x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/vr78yp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/j17kmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I♥Ronson cardigan, diy shredded tank, 'For Audrey' and 'Liquid Leather' China Glaze nail polish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think I've ever expressed my addiction to nail polish. I probably have at least 50 bottles of nail polish; half are stored in my room and the other half in the fridge (so are other various products as moisturizer; just keeps your things in better shape). Though, at first, I was reluctant on getting the "For Audrey" one, I kinda love it now. It's fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, prom is next week and my mother has figuratively kicked my ass and pwned me twice today telling me that I've gained weight, which I did. But seriously, thanks for rubbing it in in vicious and blunt ways. Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;------Edit------&lt;br /&gt;Had my Fashion Board interview. I'm nervous for the outcome D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-767211517364862413?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/767211517364862413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=767211517364862413&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/767211517364862413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/767211517364862413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-between-lines.html' title='read between the lines'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/r6z22x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6578243512383830157</id><published>2009-04-29T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:57:16.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truth is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i5dr1v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/dd1ibm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ur9i8h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Levi's-DIY slashing, purple tank-Nordstrom, AA tee, timberland boots) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lot's to update about! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went shopping and ran into a guy who worked for/on/with Sesame Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a tumblr : &lt;a href="http://theminimalist.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://theminimalist.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had my ACT's which were unreasonably hard considering the practice tests were mild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought lightwashed boyfriend jeans (resounding gasp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my call from Nordstrom, my interview is May 6th. I'm dying from the anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a dream I was dying from swine flu and was drinking pastel colored liquids to "cure" me. This is an awful epidemic/pandemic. I'm terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for summer to arrive, I'm so close to senior year, I can smell and taste it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been repeating Little Dragon - Forever, literally, forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addicted to DIYs especially with all this time I've acquired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday, while I was slashing my jeans with a pair of hefty scissors, I somehow managed to cut off the top layer of my skin. It doesn't hurt but it's annoying that it's getting snagged onto things. Oh well, story of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6578243512383830157?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6578243512383830157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=6578243512383830157&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6578243512383830157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6578243512383830157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-is.html' title='truth is'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/i5dr1v_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-2306702375669715176</id><published>2009-04-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:24:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starlight tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2uic8kx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2mwpdw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(AA tee, DIY acid wash cut offs, nylon knee highs from f21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So so so so stressed. ACTs are in a week, so are PSAEs, so is my interview, so is my application for my ID for school, so are 3 projects, so is planning my junior prom (why am I senior secretary? le sigh)  . Can a girl get a breather? Other than that, my life consists of Korean dramas (Boys Over Flowers and my HUGE crush on Lee Min Ho), many ACT practice tests, drama with boys (J in particular), looking into schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should go finish my ACT practice tests... but for now here's probably my favorite scene in Boys Over Flowers where I cried bucket loads (I usually don't embrace much of my Asian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KK4m1XoQa2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KK4m1XoQa2M&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-2306702375669715176?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2306702375669715176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=2306702375669715176&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2306702375669715176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2306702375669715176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/starlight-tears.html' title='starlight tears'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2uic8kx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-2786243984757228165</id><published>2009-04-04T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:20:37.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance with somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/23keusg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/noue5i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Limited circle sweater, American Apparel tee, Express mini, ripped tights from the nooks of my closet, Nine West shoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best friend came over for a little photo session for my project I had to do for the BP. Fashion Board application (of which I'm praying to get in, story after this). But yea, we had a good time just taking pictures and I had a good time styling her with a few pieces from my wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After the photo session, and lunch my friend J and me went to Nordstrom to drop off my application. I was just perusing and such and then we get to the BP. section so I ask the girls working there who I can turn this into. Note that my heart palpitations at this moment was irregular. The Asian girl told this girl that was working with her to help with the customers then get to me. So I waited there with J and this cute, tall blonde girl comes and she's super peppy and bubbly and she's like, "I'll take it for you!" and sticks her arms out and she just looks at me and I was like... "Thank you! uhmmm... yea! BYE!" So then J and I go talk to our old mentor that happened to be working there and talk to her and go look at dresses for prom. I remember we were looking online in the BP. section so I decided to go back. Cute, tall blonde rushes over to me and goes, "I just HAD to tell you... I LOVEEEEEEEEE the Olsen twins", (my project had them as my celeb icons), "Did you get their book&lt;em&gt; Influence&lt;/em&gt;?" I start gushing and I say "Of course!" And she explains that she's the assistant for the person who runs the Fashion Board or something like that and that she was flipping through it before she put it on her boss's desk. So now I'm super excited and SUPER worried also. I have my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3653g.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/310/img3653g.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3660l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/3423/img3660l.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3617w.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/2645/img3617w.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3623q.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/5962/img3623q.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3642b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/9416/img3642b.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3643j.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8184/img3643j.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-2786243984757228165?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2786243984757228165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=2786243984757228165&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2786243984757228165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2786243984757228165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/dance-with-somebody.html' title='dance with somebody'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/23keusg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7407849807823613129</id><published>2009-03-30T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:28:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/16jmzrm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2qc30ao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shredded Express tee, UO ribbed tights, timberland boots, a few rings from the VN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I have done it, I have shredded a tshirt. Well, it was mostly because I found a hole in my shirt after I pulled it out of the laundry. Oh well. Anyway. I opened my email today and I see two emails of which I was hyperventilating about. Email #1 contained information about Syracuse's spring invitation on April 15th. I gasped and almost cried because April 15th is a Wednesday and I don't have any form of break then so I can't make it to New York and back in one day. Email #2 was about the Nordstrom Fashion Board for juniors in highschool of which I just need to go to a Nordstrom and pick up an application and I'm good to go. It's due April 5th though. Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm applying for the Fashion Board like right now. I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7407849807823613129?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7407849807823613129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7407849807823613129&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7407849807823613129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7407849807823613129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-shoulder.html' title='cold shoulder'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/16jmzrm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1198702359640220493</id><published>2009-03-23T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:23:43.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all that you left was your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2u8jo7t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/jrtu03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Express leggings, AA tee, blazer that my mom gave to me?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I ate a donut. It tasted a little funny. AHAHA. The first bite sorta tasted like dimsum and I'm PRETTY sure that donuts aren't supposed to taste like dimsum... Anyway, my friends are supposed to be here soon because I'm bored on a Monday afternoon and they've been wanting to have some "chill" time. Oh yea, I'm on spring break, that might be why I have so much time to myself. Also the fact that my fractured foot is healing nicely and I have full access to my four limbs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the spring season. Couples should be blossoming, but why is it that everyone around me seems to be breaking up and breaking down? Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I think I have awkward buns. My friend names my hair various vegetables. I think this one qualifies as her "mushroom" bun&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just watched August Rush. I'm utterly and completely in love. Why can't my life be so amazing a.k.a. why can't I just fall in love with a man in one night like Jonathan Rhys Meyer? I've a huge crush on him now. Anyone remotely Jonathan Rhys Meyer-esque, please sweep me off my feet. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30xdd0m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;via jrmfansite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-1198702359640220493?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1198702359640220493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1198702359640220493&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1198702359640220493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1198702359640220493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-that-you-left-was-your-name.html' title='all that you left was your name'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2u8jo7t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-859866068924870729</id><published>2009-03-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:16:10.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay with me till dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2qty96w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/e8lc94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(boyfriend cardigan [literally], black mini from UO, thigh highs from UO, shooting star necklace from boyfriend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;College has yet to come. But I wish I were 5. I wish I were still learning how to write straight, let alone still learning the ABCs. I wish we still had "A Hundred Day" where we would just sit in class doing things repetitively 100 times. I wish I still got supply lists that included me buying Crayola crayons, markers, and water color paint sets instead of a dry syllabus. I wish I could still play tag and wear overalls and my Mickey Mouse shoes. All the ifs, could haves, should haves, would haves and wishes. I don't like them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-859866068924870729?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/859866068924870729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=859866068924870729&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/859866068924870729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/859866068924870729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-with-me-till-dawn.html' title='stay with me till dawn'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2qty96w_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7237610878860445610</id><published>2009-03-12T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:45:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Legalize"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/ay1tlc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/rigguu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(American Apparel tee, Banana Republic pin stripe dress pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been sort of horrible being refined to only three limbs, though my broken bone IS heeling, it's at the pace of a turtle. So basically, I've been hobbling in and out of classes looking a fool because I'm wearing a pair of wedges, then that shoe cast in the post below. Explanation? I have a high arch, it's painful wearing flats a.k.a. that shoe cast is damned painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend, on the other side of the country (for college), bragged to me today that he bought a "Legalize Gay" T-shirt from AA, looking for appraisal from gf dearest and then telling me I should get a matching one so we can look couple-like (not that we already don't). I lol-ed. Boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qm3ieeo-Nsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qm3ieeo-Nsw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for love. Apparently Forever 21 is featuring BoA as their "Hot New Artist". BoA's kinda been there for God knows how long. Haha. I remember my ex-boyfriend being obscenely in love with her... it was sorta creepy. But the girl is pretty catchy... aka. I'm actually going to buy her cd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7237610878860445610?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7237610878860445610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7237610878860445610&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7237610878860445610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7237610878860445610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-apparel-tee-banana-republic.html' title='&quot;Legalize&quot;'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/ay1tlc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6451249582496781385</id><published>2009-03-02T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:55:07.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a stranger to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="618" alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/dxhjqd.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/et8lkx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="618" alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/1gt8w4.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 618px" height="618" alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/pcfu0.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Express vneck long sleeve, UO mini, H&amp;amp;M tights, circle scarf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mega boring day. Super tired. Super studying. Super saiyan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few weeks ago, a couple of my friends approached me to ask if I'd model for them for their photo project. I didn't want to turn them down so I said sure, why not. Today, friend S tells me she's entering a picture of me into the art show. I'm a tad mortified and excited to see it... obviously since I haven't seen any of them yet. ANTICIPATION CAN KILL A PERSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY RIGHT FOOT IS SWOLLEN TO THE SIZE OF MY CALVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National French Exams... might have to be cancelled. Le sigh. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fractured a bone in my foot. In medical terms, I fractured my fifth metatarsal. So I get to wear this ultra chic cast shoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chaneco.co.uk/Products/orthotic_products/637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I call très, très chic.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to miss my national French exams for THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6451249582496781385?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6451249582496781385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=6451249582496781385&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6451249582496781385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6451249582496781385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-stranger-to-me.html' title='you&apos;re a stranger to me'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/dxhjqd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6423375784458370886</id><published>2009-03-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:05:40.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Day in Pictures circa yesterday via crappy phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="334" alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2s12nls.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="353" alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/se2bzs.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/28ml1ug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/okd34p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend's birthday yesterday... Cept I cam-whored with other best friend. Therefore, the results were these pictures. Lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sunny in Chicago today. I swear. The past week has been tantalizingly dull and draggy and just overall blahness. A few more weeks until spring break. And another few more weeks until I take my ACTs. Fail. At. Life. Dude. I've a dire need to take out my brand new baby and lounge around the hood while blasting some Sia and suchs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 cars = sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh life, why must you make time so crucial? It's hard enough you put me through so many obstacles... Seriously... Who ever thought of obstacles in life is a total fail. Ha. But I think that's the lazy in me talking because I hate leaping when I can just walk, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever Ray - When I Grow Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6423375784458370886?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6423375784458370886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6423375784458370886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2s12nls_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-468183612977244834</id><published>2009-02-23T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:08:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's your touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;past few days in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/feopea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/d7m1k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2962ftk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the big arse carrot cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-468183612977244834?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/468183612977244834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=468183612977244834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/468183612977244834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/468183612977244834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-your-touch.html' title='it&apos;s your touch'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/feopea_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7599291377344643289</id><published>2009-02-15T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:17:16.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poker faysss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/20rr440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/8ze96x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(UO dress, tights from Express, Coach skinny belt, assymetrical sweater from f21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've recently been trying to play up my geek glasses (pictures don't do justice as to how big they are on my face). I realized how much I loved wearing glasses but I remember how much I hated it when I wore ugly metal rimmed ones ON TOP of having braces. Yea, I was a total babe.... Now I kind of have to live and embrace these glasses because my eyes are officially dried out from wearing contacts excessively, not to mention those darned seasonal allergies. =\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and this is what I tried to channel in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1z3v30l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/30lm7w9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2yx4pdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy's coming home from California today, equipped with goodies aka my pink pig and pink monkey stuffed plushies and piggy cell phone charms and cutie headbands and clothes. HA! Yea, my brain age is still about 5 years old. I hope everyone had a good Valentine's day! I was ecstatic when I got my gift via UPS from J. It was sentimental and actually quite funny. 10 brownie points to the guy that has creative gifts. Speaking of brownies, I made fantastical brownies the other day. They're dee-lish. And I bought a yoga ball yesterday. It's a giant mass of... sphere-age. I'm not sure where to put it when I'm done but right now it's comfortably in a big lump on my bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;-------edit-------&lt;br /&gt;today 2/17/09:&lt;br /&gt;-was a horrendous day. I forgot EVERYTHING at home. My cell phone, my wallet, my ID, my money, my homework... everything at home.&lt;br /&gt;-At least I got an 88 on my math test of which if I come in and grade a few things and I can shoot it up to an A. (:&lt;br /&gt;-I have a DBQ to write for AP US History, but I'm totally stalling time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7599291377344643289?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7599291377344643289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7599291377344643289&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7599291377344643289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7599291377344643289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/poker-faysss.html' title='poker faysss'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/20rr440_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1330331517024318214</id><published>2009-02-09T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:32:54.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon we'll be found</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2yz08k9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/15hy2ag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/mb63b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2aj8e4n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/w9i5cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(striped sweater from Express, leggings from Express, vneck from American Apparel, thigh highs from Urban Outfitters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was extremely mild and fairly nice weather so I went to school in a light jacket and the above outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend found my makeup bag and I'm finally reunited with it. YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I got home, I did a choreography to Lady Gaga. Yea, let's just say it'll be something special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really like these bullet points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really liked Jennifer Nettles's dress yesterday @ the Grammy's. I thought it was fantastical. Her hair was a little scraggly though. And I gotta love me some Adele, who won best new artist. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/15zm7o6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-1330331517024318214?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1330331517024318214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1330331517024318214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1330331517024318214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1330331517024318214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/striped-sweater-from-express-leggings.html' title='soon we&apos;ll be found'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2yz08k9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-4514741766986360012</id><published>2009-02-08T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:37:04.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday I'm Hustlin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Update in Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2gvt2q1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/ejzptc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/20kf7gh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2eap4hy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So within the past week I've:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Downed huge orange and green pills, choked in the process and basically felt horrible trying to surpress my coughs in order not to disturb people in class, (I look sick and horrible in that pill picture, btw). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went with bestie #3 to get a pedicure by amazing Koreans especially the man who gives me bombass foot rubs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revamped my closet &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a practice ACT test, didn't know what I was doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went out with besties #1 and #2 that same day, ate at the Cheesecake Fact., were disappointed that we didn't get a cute waiter, shopped around, bought a sweater, the goods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt great because the weather's been beautiful, in the 40s almost 50s (Yes, us Chicagoans consider that beautiful).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for spring, minus the fact it'll be ACT season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost my makeup bag in the photo room while modeling for my friend. :&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lykke Li - Everday I'm Hustlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2645195&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2645195&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-4514741766986360012?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4514741766986360012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4514741766986360012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyday-im-hustlin.html' title='Everyday I&apos;m Hustlin&apos;'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2gvt2q1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-3710771884276356237</id><published>2009-02-01T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:54:35.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/o6a714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(American Apparel v-neck, Express skirt, tights from UO [talking to my mom cuz she's in Cali])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time, no update. Oh how busy I've been. So longs and farewells to the significant other after a month of sheer bliss. Then there were finals. Now I'm just sick. I thought I was going to keel over and die in ACT classes yesterday because I was running a fever. Thank God I didn't. I'm so doped up on medication right now to really FEEL anything. On the other hand, I did rock my finals. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooser. I've been living off a liquid diet and it's horrible. My immune system always loves to fail me every so often. It'd be delightful to eat REAL food once again. Oh and apparently my eyes don't produce enough tears. Condition "don't produce enough tears". But when I was crying yesterday because I was in utter pain from my fever, I could have sworn I had gallons of tears in me. I'm getting new glasses, by the way. They're geeky. Geek chic to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2u7lwfp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long dear loves, for now, and til then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-3710771884276356237?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3710771884276356237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=3710771884276356237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3710771884276356237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3710771884276356237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-games.html' title='love games'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/o6a714_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7256988679727246968</id><published>2009-01-15T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:08:40.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's got me love stoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/k14dxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/rk0dmx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2c0lmv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sweater-The Limited, grey Express leggings, babydoll-UO, bag-Michael Kors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm off today due to an inclement of weather. It's seriously about -2 degrees right now with windchills it's about -28? Awful weather in Chicago. But at last, this gives me an extra day to study for finals (and of course let my mind wander into blogging). But nothing is better than staying inside and studying on cold, blistery weather with your lover. Oh, the pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating Cheerios and bananas. It's quite yummy. It's the afternoon. I'm listening to Inara George. Life is temporarily &lt;em&gt;good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pZ5ZmagaYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pZ5ZmagaYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7256988679727246968?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7256988679727246968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7256988679727246968&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7256988679727246968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7256988679727246968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweater-limited-grey-express-leggings.html' title='he&apos;s got me love stoned'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/k14dxy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-4922555967827277231</id><published>2009-01-05T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:38:57.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before he comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/4q0ch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/1qjpyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/9aprvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(f21 batwing sweater, express long tank, express leggings, timberland boots, eternity scarf, zipper-neck top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my boyfrahn comes I thought I'd take a few outfit photos (and then compile a gallery of my ugly faces since we both had a face-off the other day at 4am... talk about boredum and free time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sadly back in classes and I had to pinch myself every other minute to keep myself from totally drowning in my sleep. School can be a real snoozer. Who ever said that highschool would be the best four years of your life is totally wrong. For me at least. It's probably going to be the most emotionally and physically daunting four years of my life. I curse myself everyday for taking honors classes. But class registration starts soon and I'm thinking about taking fashion design and merchandising as an elective in my oh so tight schedule. Much debate whether to keep my language classes and be in Phi Lambda Kappa.... But I'd definitely give up a lunch or free period to take it. Oh, the horror of decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD9XP0Ane8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD9XP0Ane8U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Break up, break down, drink up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around to forget the one and only. Then after a month of total emptiness, start again to look for true love. Desperately look everywhere and after two years of lonliness, meet a new love and swear it is the one. Until that one is gone as well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-4922555967827277231?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4922555967827277231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=4922555967827277231&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4922555967827277231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4922555967827277231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-he-comes.html' title='before he comes...'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/4q0ch3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-3645652013228466553</id><published>2009-01-01T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:16:46.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy No Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Joey Tribiani &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286562641036677058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV2ktm3Xj8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Tlecjl9zyM/s400/heavenknows+copywer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everyone had a fantastical New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions don't work so I'll just say it's my "to-do" list which sounds less terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;-lose all the 08 fat&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy life a little more because every day I lose more and more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Do bomb-diggity on my ACTs&lt;br /&gt;-listen to people more instead of pretending to and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have them see my eyes glaze over&lt;br /&gt;-forfeit to the Asian in me and study&lt;br /&gt;-give in just a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo, &lt;strong&gt;January Currents&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 Days in Paris, not sure if I really like it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571251380957362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV2siy5asLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/An886Smwdqo/s400/Two_days_in_paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anberlin, Maritime, Fall of Transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286572661335521458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV2t03Yx-LI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6S_TBqzYTJw/s400/B000EXDRQM_01__SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V54996788_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nail Color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby It's "Coal" Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wants:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286569916757252594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV2rVHCVGfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ubWYYCG8gXY/s400/la+garconne.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lagarconne.com/store/index.htm?"&gt;http://www.lagarconne.com/store/index.htm?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lips, straight hair, no other makeup whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Testament of Gideon Mack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286577585553602034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV2yTfh29fI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7PR60ssVkKc/s400/41g9Ixx7KML__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;boyfrahnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;school. ACT prep classes. finals. boyfriend going back to NY for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never underestimate the power of 'I'd like that'" -John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NuCuTOiqeo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NuCuTOiqeo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plans:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls day with my sister. Going to get a pedicure, lunch (debating on Cheesecake Factory or Korean food), shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend, Joshua. daddy dearest. mommy dearest. sister dearest. Hedi Slimane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Model:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286582461612119714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV22vUQzVqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3HpW-SBSyYM/s400/coco-rocha-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places to Mingle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starbucks, Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, downtown Chicago, downtown Evanston &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislike:&lt;/strong&gt; studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-3645652013228466553?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3645652013228466553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=3645652013228466553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3645652013228466553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3645652013228466553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-no-year.html' title='Happy No Year'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SV2ktm3Xj8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1Tlecjl9zyM/s72-c/heavenknows+copywer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-2979423386754528366</id><published>2008-12-28T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:58:51.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears closed, what I hear the world just has to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/23uzfba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2jadopx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/258wk1k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wrap sweater Macy's, Express leggings, Express long tank, eternity scarf, boots from DSW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past few days have been pleasurable. I hope everyone had a good holiday and my I'm twitching in anticipation for New Years. Hopefully 2009 would be light years better than 2008 has been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Years (Eve)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy surprised me with a trench coat today, talk about making amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/15xlp9d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and feeling extremely frustrated. My "anti-drug" is drawing. I'm hesitant to finish because usually I get antsy and it ends up looking worse.&lt;br /&gt;(picture via hedi slimane diary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/opxydd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing update: I figured that the eyes he had seen above were bland and too cartoony so I erased them and I thought he looked hotter without eyes... haha... and while I was at it I tweeked his brows, and fixed a few more things. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-2979423386754528366?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2979423386754528366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=2979423386754528366&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2979423386754528366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2979423386754528366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/ears-closed-what-i-hear-world-just-has.html' title='Ears closed, what I hear the world just has to know'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/23uzfba_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-9063547679961457098</id><published>2008-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:31:11.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love can damage your health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/inr3fr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2jbnryo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/jg1g6d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/bdtxkm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(boyfriend's oldoldold shirt, white shorts from UO, tights from Express, chain bracelet) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on break now! And on Friday I was snowed in so we had a snow day. Yipee! But sadly its about 5 degrees out. Nevertheless, I'm SOSOSOSOSO happy that school's out. I wanna get me some Baby It's "Coal" Outside nail polish. In desperate need of blacks and greys on my nails. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 12.23.08&lt;br /&gt;I made a few more last purchases today for my mother and sister, a mother whom I've to make amends with. Shouldn't the holidays be about... sheer happiness? Too bad in our residence it calls for angsty, not so happy Asians. My boyfriend says that this is the only family that gets stressed and angered despite the holiday cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was at Tar-jay today in the blistering cold and mounds of snow to buy a few things e.g. nail polish, nail polish remover, gum, and this boy, yes, boy, comes up to me. Apparently he was a worker there and he was just hovering over me... Like he had nothing to do. Just hovering. And he finally asked me if I needed help. I didn't know Tar-jay really did that, ya know, ask people if they needed assistance. Oh whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the holidays! So happy holidays all! And here's my favorite clip of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9re6CQZGFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9re6CQZGFw&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-9063547679961457098?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/9063547679961457098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=9063547679961457098&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/9063547679961457098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/9063547679961457098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-can-damage-your-health.html' title='love can damage your health'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/inr3fr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-4931150735258241148</id><published>2008-12-17T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:31:41.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>autofocus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/152lvdv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/ayahbp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/15pgak4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Limited jacket, Express black leggings, chain bracelet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like these pictures blurry, hides them blemishes.... haha I kid. I don't really know why it's blurry, especially since my camera has autofocus lens. But I thought it looked cool. So anyway... I'm so excited! Took all my exams, I only have a few papers to do (luckily it's not that big of deal) and then I'm totally off for break. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so what're you writing about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: 5 things I would bring with me if I were to get lost or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (reads his paper which already has the &lt;em&gt;My Bloody Life&lt;/em&gt; book and its sequel then a picture of his family and a picture of his dog, mind you he's gangster-esque) So what's your last item?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: I'm going to bring a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm a big attractor of the bad boys. But seriously, ever since being a TA I've not only felt like ripping my hairs out when helping these kids but it's worse when you're there and they're checkin' you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-4931150735258241148?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4931150735258241148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=4931150735258241148&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4931150735258241148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/4931150735258241148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/autofocus.html' title='autofocus'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/152lvdv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-6074001208921572833</id><published>2008-12-12T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:22:23.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Currents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week has been so long and draggy and next week is the last week until break, praise the Lord. Finals are coming up... woo. I finished buying family presents, time for friends. But it doesn't really help that when I ask, "What do you want for Christmas, [insert name here]?" and they say, "NOTHING! Just you!" Well, if you must have "Just me", then I will gladly find a big box, climb in and wait for hours for you to open me on Christmas morning... I wish people were more decisive and less... humble? I enjoy buying presents, give me some pleasure at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December Currents:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Feelings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impatient, anticipation, longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Work of Art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2rxy6mr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Holzer-Xenon for Berlin-I actually met Jenny Holzer at the MCA in Chicago back in October. Probably one of the coolest experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Ear Jam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Britney Spears' new cd, Circus. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of Aerosmith for my lyrical piece for dance&lt;br /&gt;Bitter:sweet-Bittersweet Faith, Don't Forget to Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Redhead-Elephant woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2vanhub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it known, I'm not one for romantic comedies as much as I love psychological thrillers. I love stuff with serial killers, pedophiles, prostitutes, you name it. I like the edge in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Reads:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Anthology, rereading Lolita by Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Wants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2j2dd7k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oaknyc: quilted fingerless gloves, 3 finger ring, cashmere fingerless gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The mall, coffee shops, local Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Plans:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist appointment tomorrow. Shopping with my mommy. Going over to friend's house to cut her hair. Homework (gag me). Choreographing. Movie time. Me time. Boyfriend time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Yearn to Learn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Muse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend(s). Old couples on the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-6074001208921572833?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6074001208921572833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=6074001208921572833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6074001208921572833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/6074001208921572833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/youve-got-fashion-and-style-im-lovin.html' title='December Currents'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2rxy6mr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7740788298735512055</id><published>2008-12-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:33:18.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damir Doma FW08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvlxWqM6h20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YvlxWqM6h20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is excrutiatinly inspirational. The lengths, the cuts, the assymetrical-ness, the glob on the guys' faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprisingly have nothing to do and finished all my homework before 7.... now it's 10. So I will get ready to go to bed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-7740788298735512055?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7740788298735512055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=7740788298735512055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7740788298735512055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/7740788298735512055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/damir-doma-fw08.html' title='Damir Doma FW08'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1351172265085471210</id><published>2008-11-26T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:25:05.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/htbhx1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/348hq9j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went early X-mas shopping today. Sorta. It was for myself+the boy. I don't know. I guess I like the buzz I get. Rather, I like the feeling of my arms sore, back hurting, constant waiting, because all that just hypes me up in time for the holidays. And what I dislike most are the sales clerks, either they're too cheery or too, mind me, bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: doodadoo. shuffle shuffle ponder ponder.&lt;br /&gt;guy clerk in pleated pants: *all up in my grill* Hi, can I help you today?!&lt;br /&gt;me: *I think you should chillax and back off* No, I'm just looking around.&lt;br /&gt;guy clerk in pleated pants: *defeated* Oh... well... Uhm, my name's James. Look for me.&lt;br /&gt;me: .... *PWNED*I guess he meant to look for him if I needed help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/291ly89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice how there are no clothes strewn on the floor on my side, I had to hang things on the door knob, door hinges, door, mirror, but where were the hooks? F21, invest in hooks? my fingers look obese. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my usage of technology and for the blurryness. I am proud to say that I have finally, and successfully bought something at F21. I have never bought ANYTHING there, not to be discriminatory, but I've never found anything very cute. I was surprised to see that it wasn't bad, just the quality wasn't all that feasible. But I settled on a sweater, zipper top and another assymmetrical sweater. And I think all the girls in there were probably looking at me funny for one, I was with my boyfriend who was noticing a lot of gushing from the girls since predominantly the population in F21 were hormonal females with a rare breed of male friends, and also I had the boyfriend carry 4 other bags while I was carrying about 13 &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; items to try on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in line, it was a long line, I couldn't help but notice how many things were strewn about everywhere and how everyone was around the age of 13-25, minus the frazzled mothers. But after looking around some more with my boyfriend, I noticed that right next to us, there was a little ole' lady with a really extravagant hat on adorning a long black coat. The only thing she was buying was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2gy2bh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was pretty badass for a 65-80 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-1351172265085471210?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1351172265085471210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1351172265085471210&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1351172265085471210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/rll7c9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2a5de6b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/ouz8lx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/54cfx2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Wang: Fall 08 RTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/dwfgit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/29wn0ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/25jborc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2meo7za.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/97jtkp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/wu46qq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/5zkshs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1zc1l5v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Owens: Fall 08 RTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/16hrw5x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/11w7akx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloé: Fall 09 RTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/ajot4y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2jfydfq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/13z4chz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/16kb676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balmain: Fall 08 RTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/20f21hh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/otktvq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16lzsio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2rdw3ur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/15s3q7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2hyf2ol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/xdimo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all à la style.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wanna go sketch some things. Plus I'm on break. I've all the time in the world right now. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-3503787830862288060?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3503787830862288060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=3503787830862288060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3503787830862288060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3503787830862288060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-inspiration.html' title='November Inspiration'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/rll7c9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-1810990982822326165</id><published>2008-11-13T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:24:40.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Currents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Currents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Feeling:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Ear Jam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/20pejid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yael Naim: "Toxic", "Too Long"&lt;br /&gt;Moloko: "The Time is Now"&lt;br /&gt;Adele: "Chasing Pavements"&lt;br /&gt;Lykke Li: "I'm Good, I'm Gone", "Until We Bleed", "My Love"&lt;br /&gt;Aqualung: "Strange and Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Josie and Jack by Kelly Braffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/xdgyuc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Muse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend, Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Weather:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting. 37 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Movies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2yunblg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Eateries:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillaxing @ Starbucks or Caribou Coffee, Le Peep,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Tomatoes, Tatami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's not Thanksgiving Break yet, therefore, school is still in session.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my hair isn't growing out fast enough and I'm totally gaining too&lt;br /&gt;much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Lusts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1z2lztc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;via OAKNYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Week in Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img73.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn8818copyny2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image 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href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1810990982822326165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=1810990982822326165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1810990982822326165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/1810990982822326165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-currents.html' title='November Currents'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/20pejid_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-2318604636864592160</id><published>2008-10-31T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:54:28.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they tried to make me go to rehab</title><content type='html'>but I said no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2gumigy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I was Amy Winehouse. I got a lot of "OH MY GOSH! YOU MAKE A GOOD AMY WINEHOUSE!" or "You're SOOOO cute!" or "You should get a permanent mole above your lip". Ha. Being Amy Winehouse has its rewards I guess... At least I had an excuse to look ugly and speak in a British accent and break out in slur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awaiting my Blake Fielder-Civil to arrive, otherwise known as my boyfrahn a.k.a. Nick. Ha. Another excuse to drunkenly walk the streets as junkie couple.... Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-2318604636864592160?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2318604636864592160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=2318604636864592160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2318604636864592160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2318604636864592160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-tried-to-make-me-go-to-rehab.html' title='they tried to make me go to rehab'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2gumigy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-2527686917903796833</id><published>2008-10-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:07:54.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drown Me in Caffeine</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather nice day. But things really like chucking me on the head. Figuratively, of course. It's like the world is plotting against poor me and I can never be in peace with a "new boy". (Story is: New Boy and I drive home. We see my ex boy. I slink down in carseat. New Boy asks what's wrong. I tell him that I just saw a ghost). I can honestly ask, WHY DO THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO MEMEMEME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of ranting and onto the fashion-related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Wang Spring 2009 RTW. Alexander Wang in general never disappoints me. My androgynous badass side has seriously taken over me. (Let alone his black with minimalist color, color scheme is LA-LA-LOVEEEE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/293y5uh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/j7ukau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/16s4nb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/k33jhx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/54iow7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/1zp5wg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures à la style.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man himself. He is such an adorable character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-2527686917903796833?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2527686917903796833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=2527686917903796833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2527686917903796833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/2527686917903796833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/drown-me-in-caffeine.html' title='Drown Me in Caffeine'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/293y5uh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-5723022876020390628</id><published>2008-09-06T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:27:58.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the weatherrrrr</title><content type='html'>Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/34px5ol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/241nhjq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outfit: Banana Republic long coat, UO thigh highs, UO Dress, Beret unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I had my heart strings pulled out, slam dunked and ripped apart... Yes, my heart has been broken because these GORGEOUS pairs of Marnis had slipped beyond my grasp. I have never EVER felt that heart broken. Well... I have, with a few boys, but this... I don't know, I was just in excruciating pain and mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had my bangs cut... and yes, as always, I had it cut on whim, but I don't know, I was getting sick of my side bangs so I just had it trimmed and wisped, I like it, and that's all that matters. Also, it's been getting colder and darker a lot faster, which tells me that it's officially not summer anymore. That just made my day a little more dreary. And ere I am, laying next to Tammy's older brother Tuan, listening to Ne-Yo as if the summer days haven't ended... So long sweet summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter note, my friend came over last week (we have our daily Friday rituals to see each other) and we were looking at "Maggie's Childhood" in pictures and we came across a picture of me in a beanie.&lt;br /&gt;My friend claims I still have the chubby cheeks. Haha, I totally see it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-5723022876020390628?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5723022876020390628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=5723022876020390628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/5723022876020390628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/5723022876020390628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-weatherrrrr.html' title='under the weatherrrrr'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/34px5ol_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-3004961899997377639</id><published>2008-09-02T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:44:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we flew rockets to the sun</title><content type='html'>So I've been having this awkward aura of... well... emptiness. Not only do I miss the inevitable "Him 1", I miss "Him 2"... Except I always miss Him 1. It's ridiculous. Shh, don't tell anyone, that my birthday wish could be consisting of Him 1. Yea, yea, yea, I know. Btw, my birthdays in 13 days! Long day in school today, when I thought I didn't have any homework left, my friend calls telling me that there is an AP U.S. History quiz tomorrow.... greattttttttttt. Two chapters to devour in the next... 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's my outfit from a couple days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241593858322570290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3h184vnDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uLTBobfdrM4/s400/adsfgh+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241594203121345170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3iKBXLYpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ltonh3Yy5tc/s400/asfd+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241594422654636930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3iWzL_k4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Q2J6uXWOp9s/s400/asdfg+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only my style points got me my boys back. Sososososososososososo sad. At least my ego points just went up by like... +2. I kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway... Did everybody watch the season pre-me of Gossip Girl?! Man! That was sexy. I was like... Holy f!@# Chuck! I have got to say, screw Nate (sorry to all Nate fans), CHUCK IS THE MAN! And he always has, well, out of all the guys, the BEST wardrobe. (Oh yea... and James the Duke... He is a Hottie Mchotterson!) Chuck never ceases to amaze me, I wish to have a Chuck in my life... oh wait, I already have one, a self-satisfying Bass-tard who can't fully commit because he's scared and sometimes even gets scared saying "I love you". Yea, at least that aspect of Gossip Girl is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow of the evening: Ed Westwick also known as Chuck Sexy Ass Bass (Uhmmm, Hello? Is he hot or is he hot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241598020989805730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3loQB85KI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ULw0L0SN1z0/s400/very-bad-for-you_472x706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241597219100424530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3k5kwn-VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2BsCiN5hVxY/s400/chuck-bass-fashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241597727294175442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3lXJ7dONI/AAAAAAAAAKo/UrMfdw6DzDo/s400/a-dapper-fellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3264716783076801836-3004961899997377639?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3004961899997377639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=3004961899997377639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3004961899997377639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/3004961899997377639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-flew-rockets-to-sun.html' title='we flew rockets to the sun'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SL3h184vnDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uLTBobfdrM4/s72-c/adsfgh+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-8227125960584636951</id><published>2008-08-06T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:36:11.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls day out, no boys allowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SJpsPpSvbwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K_vAgzTs9Mo/s1600-h/ahsdfashdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231612933182549762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SJpsPpSvbwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K_vAgzTs9Mo/s400/ahsdfashdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out with the girls today. forget boys.&lt;br /&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/3264716783076801836-8227125960584636951?l=frenchieeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8227125960584636951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3264716783076801836&amp;postID=8227125960584636951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8227125960584636951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3264716783076801836/posts/default/8227125960584636951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchieeee.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-day-out-no-boys-allowed.html' title='girls day out, no boys allowed'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/S3syCw81t9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/tWgjuC0StZw/S220/IMG_5686a+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LhOFtpDOIWI/SJpsPpSvbwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K_vAgzTs9Mo/s72-c/ahsdfashdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
